A guy I know just got taken for a ride at the Golden Palace club over in Kuala Lumpur. His ex-girlfriend, a Vietnamese girl working down there, used to sweet-talk him all the time on WeChat. Then one day she came to him with a sob story: her family’s water buffalo was sick and she desperately needed cash. She even promised that if he gave her 3,000 RMB, she would spend a whole week with him, no strings attached.
The brother took the bait and transferred the 3000 right on the spot. But the second the money hit her account, she flipped. Blocked him on WeChat, cut off his phone calls, and vanished into thin air. He paid good money for a hard lesson and ended up with absolutely nothing.
Out here, this kind of scam runs deep. You hear the guys riding scooters on the street and the working stiffs sipping iced coffee at the roadside stalls talking about it all the time: if you can't keep a tight grip on your wallet when you're out hustling, you're just begging to be played for a fool. Well, he’s seen the reality of it now—when you're dealing with folks like that, it's all just one big setup.
