The crying on the other end of the phone didn't last long before the call was disconnected.
Ren Jie put down his cell phone and sighed softly.
"With such widespread national publicity, people still get duped by the crude lie of gold being everywhere in Myanmar North and then get drawn into telecommunication fraud."
As a policeman, he had seen too many ordinary people victimized by telecommunication fraud.
The money swindled included elderly people's life savings, children's school fees, and the money families had scrimped and saved for years to buy a house…
Chen Yan chewed on the quail egg in her mouth.
It tasted good, delicious with a hint of smokiness.
But she felt uneasy, fearing that this young policeman would say something to make her cry too.
Ren Jie, unaware of her apprehension, was still thinking about telecommunication fraud.
"No one around you has suffered from telecommunication fraud, right?"
"Fraud? No, the people around me aren't exposed to that."
