In the first month of teaching people to deceive others, I "opened an order". The subject is a Chinese teacher who grows orchids.
I followed the script and sent him a message pretending to be a divorced young woman. But he replied to me: "Son, what you typed has too many deletions and too many hesitations. You don't look like a liar."
He asked: "Were you forced?"
In a tin room with twenty computers buzzing, amidst the false calls of "family" and "brother," I faced the screen and cried like a kicked dog.
At that moment I knew I was done.
I can neither be a qualified liar, nor can I be the Zhou Yuan that I was before, who only knew how to turn screws.
