Chen Peng, I didn't want to air all your dirty laundry, but you're leaving me no choice. Back in 2018 it was Meize Kanglai, then Mubuniu in 2019, and after that you skipped over to Laos for pig-killing scams before heading into Myawaddy and Kokang to run call centers. Every single one of these moves is well-known out here, and people in the local circles have been looking for you. We met through a mutual friend back in 2020. You borrowed US dollars from me right off the bat, and the minute you had the cash in hand, you claimed you'd been scammed. At the end of 2023, a good buddy of mine risked actual gunfire just to fish you out of Laukkai. When we met up again in Sihanoukville, you were talking about launching another project, so I went out of my way to connect you with the right people. What did you do? You turned right around and shoved someone straight into your hometown boy Ah Feng’s compound, and all those promises about covering travel expenses beforehand completely fell through. During the two days we spent at the Mango compound, I had a falling out with your friends and had to slink out empty-handed, while you didn't even say a single word on my behalf—even though I’m the one sending red envelopes to the boys inside every holiday.
When I ran into you in Sihanoukville last October, you swore up and down you could secure financing for my project. Before a single cent arrived, you claimed $90,000 had been stolen. Eventually, the investors actually put in over $30,000, but when I brought my sales crew in to work, a heavy crackdown hit and everything fell apart. After we split up, I was the one supporting you and your whole crew. I shelled out more than $30,000 of my own money to run a pig-killing operation, and every last dollar we pulled from those scams went straight to you, Kola, and Sprite, while I kept zero for myself. From last November all the way to this August, I poured over $100,000 into you: stem cell treatments for your buddy, medical bills for your wife's car accident, passports, rent, and cash flow. When you couldn't pay your rent and the landlord kicked your ass out onto the street, you had cash sitting right in your pocket while you ghosted me and played dead.
During that stint at Ah Feng’s company back in June, our guys pulled in over 90 million in performance figures. Out of the agency commission we agreed on, Xiaoyuan and I were supposed to get a 15 percent cut. Instead, you and Xiaoyuan pocketed the whole lot, lying to me that the boss was in trouble and Ah Feng was high on drugs and missing, when in reality you guys had already cashed out. At the end of July, I asked to borrow 200 bucks just so I could eat, and you didn't even give a damn peep. How many people out here are looking to settle scores with you that I’ve covered your back for? When Ah Liang gets out next year, you're going to get what’s coming to you. Down here in Southeast Asia, you better tuck your tail between your legs and watch your step. Don't let me cross paths with you again—we are far from finished with that commission money.
