A man in his 40s who “used to buy shabu on welfare” turned his life into a “black market” job.

The “Rufie Incident” of special fraud has brought to light the existence of “black market jobs” in which ordinary people take part in criminal activities while knowing that they are criminal.

In the first part of this report, ” Marijuana trafficking ‘black market job’ scouts reveal their graphic techniques”, we interviewed Mr. X (in his 30s), a marijuana and cocaine dealer who recruits “transporters” to work as black market jobbers. There is no end to the number of people who, out of poverty or greed for money, respond to such high-paying black-market jobs as those offered by Mr. X. Once a person gets involved in the black-market business, he or she will be forced to work in the street.

It is frightening that once they get involved in the black market, they cannot get out of it. The “employer” will ask for personal information such as identification, cell phone number, address, and parents’ contact information when signing the contract. If the part-timers hesitate to do their job, the “employer” blocks their escape route with threats such as “we will disclose your personal information” or “we will report you for the crime.

Mr. Y, a man in his 40s who contacted the author, has also been involved in drug trafficking since 2019. However, Mr. Y says he is not threatened by his employer and has no intention of rehabilitating himself by returning to society. There was a reason he became immersed in the black market.

The reason why Mr. Y went astray was about 10 years ago. It all started when he got involved with “illegal herbs” that were circulating in the market at the time.

Around 2012, I started smoking herbs out of curiosity and gradually got hooked. The following year, however, herbs were comprehensively designated as a controlled substance. It must have been triggered by the many accidents involving dangerous driving by people taking it.

Instead of the law-evading herbs, methamphetamines took their place. The store where he had been buying herbs introduced him to a new route, and he began dabbling in the “real thing” as well. The effects of methamphetamine were so strong that I could not even work properly. I was working as a cab driver at the time, but I had to quit.