Memories of Northern Myanmar

My name is Shen Mo, an ex-convict who has been in prison for seven years. I have been delivering express delivery in the county for three years, thinking that I can live a normal life again. Until I met Tang Nannan. That rainy night, I rescued her from the gangsters, and the look she raised her head to look at me made me think I had met love. She said there were high-paying jobs in northern Myanmar, that it was easy to make money there, and that she would take me there when she settled down. I believed it. On the 26th of the twelfth lunar month, I packed my bag and flew to Chiang Mai. What greeted me was not a high-end office building, but a welded iron door, Dao Ge holding an electric baton, and more than 300 imprisoned "telephone salesmen." Job number 9527. He called people every day to lie. If he didn't work, he would be beaten. If he tried to run away, his legs would be broken and he would be thrown into jail. I watched Xiaomei being beaten to death, Li Hao being dragged away, and Dayong lying in a pool of blood. I have escaped, but those enemies in northern Myanmar will not let me go. This is a life and death journey about escape, revenge and redemption. It tells the cruel inside story of the fraud park in northern Myanmar from the first person's perspective. It is adapted from hundreds of real cases. May the world be free from fraud and may the world be safe.