On Chinese New Year's Eve, fireworks bloom alternately, lights shine brightly, everyone's face is filled with happy smiles, the sea is clear and the river is calm, and the country is peaceful and prosperous.
No one knows that in another land thousands of miles away, undercurrents are surging, power struggles are endless, and dark clouds are hanging over heads.
On New Year's Eve, the Nan Family Ancestral Hall opens its doors wide, and the clan members, led by their respected uncle, kowtow to the gods of heaven and earth, expressing their gratitude for their ancestors' hard work.
The eldest daughter of the Nan family had a noble status. She and her son knelt in the first row behind her uncle.
The uncrowned king of Myanmar, no matter how high his status is in his own territory, can only kneel behind his father-in-law's house with his sons-in-law.
After worshipping the ancestors and placing three large tables full of offerings, enough to fill half of the ancestral hall, the old uncle gave the order for the younger generations to set off fireworks.
Ba Chuang brought several children from the clan who were younger than him and played together in front of the ancestral hall courtyard, imitating Wu Jie's way of commanding them as the boss.
Balu was called to the table by the elders of the clan, and accompanied a group of old men to drink and chat. A stiff smile hung on his cold face, and from time to time he looked at his wife who was chatting with others. Although this was China, and although Fu Chai and the others were guarding outside the ancestral hall, he was used to his wife always keeping his sight when there were many people around.
Finally, it was twelve o'clock in the evening. After setting off firecrackers to worship the gods and burning yellow paper, I could finally go home and sleep.
Ba Chuang was still having fun, and when they left, Balu picked him up from the tree behind the ancestral hall and put him in the car.
The young man fell asleep in his mother's arms before the car had even gone far.
After returning home, Balu settled his son down. When he returned to the bedroom after taking a shower, his wife had already fallen asleep from exhaustion, but he was the only one who couldn't sleep for a long time.
From time to time, fireworks exploded in the night sky outside the window, colorful and fleeting.
The more prosperous this place is, the more anxious I feel.
In my lifetime, can I see the Irrawaddy River become peaceful and calm, the people live in peace and health, children no longer have to leave home to make a living in their teens, and people no longer suffer from the torment of war?
If you have no skills at a young age, the sooner you enter society, the poorer you will be. The poorer you are, the more ignorant and stupid you will be. The more ignorant and stupid you are, the more hopeless you will be.
This seems to have become a dead end, a cycle that repeats itself from generation to generation...
The phone on the bedside table rang at this moment.
At this time, there is no one else who can call him except Meng Ge.
The man picked up his cell phone, glanced at his wife, and turned to leave the bedroom.
"Brother Meng, what's wrong?"
He only started asking when he reached the living room downstairs.
"Alu, Half-Faced Buddha is not dead..."
Wu Meng's words were like thunder from a blue sky, making the man's scalp numb.
"Impossible! I personally flew a fighter jet and dropped the bombs. The entire valley was completely overturned. How could he not be dead? Does he have eight lives?"
"I also find it incredible. Ajin called me and told me that a large amount of a substance called X No. 3 has appeared in J Country. He has confirmed that it is the same substance as the K Snow No. 1 that Half-Faced Buddha had before. This substance has a special purification method, and as of now, only Half-Faced Buddha has it.
Moreover, the markets where these goods are circulated are all Half-Faced Buddha's former territories, and even the distributors at the lowest level are his former subordinates.
Recently, several core drug police officers and their families in Southeast Asia have suffered accidents. The methods used were similar to those used by Half-Faced Buddha. The top leaders within ASEAN have communicated and are planning to restart joint operations, but..."
Wu Meng paused. "But now they're insisting we lied about our victory, even exploiting the situation to claim our top brass were colluding with drug traffickers and staged a show to win favor with ASEAN countries. They're even inciting some in the opposition to file a lawsuit against the officers involved in the operation in a military tribunal."
"Oh shit--"
The man sitting on the sofa was filled with hostility. In the dark night, his dark eyes were like those of an angry beast.
"I'm fighting on the front lines with my head on the line, and these idiots are colluding with outsiders to stab the military in the back. They're blaming the defeat in northern Myanmar entirely on Songchaizhanpong, and now they're trying to use the Half-Faced Buddha incident to bring me down and finally encircle and destroy the Wu family. What a brilliant plan!"
"This matter still needs to be considered in the long term. Ajin and I are handling the ASEAN side, and Yingbai can now have a say. Ever since Chanpong was investigated in northern Myanmar, the military has been willing to let him go. The fighting among the armed forces is almost out of control. They will soon end it hastily and invite Chanpong back.
By then, the initiative will be in our hands. As long as we have military power, no one in the government building can really do anything to us. You should be patient and hold the wedding first. Remember, there are only five days left. After five days, you must rush back."
"Got it, Brother Meng, don't worry, I'll have someone check on the Half-Faced Buddha first. I don't believe he's still alive..."
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Chiang Mai Province, Thailand, the beautiful and passionate "Rose of the North".
A private summer resort hidden in the subtropical jungle is surrounded by layers of mercenaries like an iron barrel, and all kinds of top luxury cars are parked at the gate.
It was already midnight, but the craziness of the late-night party was still going strong.
In the lobby on the first floor, the gorgeous crystal chandeliers hanging from the ceiling shine as brightly as the Milky Way, illuminating the entire lobby as if it were daytime.
A dozen young men were hugging women on both sides, all dressed neatly. The women in their arms had their breasts half exposed, looking coquettish and confused, but the poor cloth could no longer cover their shame.
On the coffee table in front of her, which was piled with various top-grade foreign liquors, the stripper's high heels were placed side by side with the wine glasses, her beautiful legs extended upwards, her graceful figure was like a flexible snake demon, her fiery red lips biting the wine glass, half of the bright red wine went into her mouth, and the other half flowed into her white and attractive neck, which was soft and undulating with her movements. The scene was extremely erotic.
Going up to the third floor along the spiral staircase, a thick bulletproof door separated the extravagant life downstairs. Sitting on the sofa was a shirtless man, lying on his back with his eyes closed. Below his neck, various scars ran in a continuous pattern, extending all the way to below his mermaid line.
The girl kneeling in front of him with her head down, "working" seriously, had seductive eyes and occasionally stole a glance at the sitting man. Seeing that he had no reaction, she worked even harder.
"Brother Peng, can we go inside?" The girl looked at the man expectantly.
The man then opened his eyes, lowered his head, and raised his hand to lift her chin.
If you look closely, you can see that his arms are covered with scars that are as crisscrossed as poisonous snakes.
"Didn't I tell you to keep quiet? Your voice doesn't sound like hers at all. You've been learning Chinese for so long, but your Chinese hasn't improved at all..."
He withdrew his hand, pushed the girl away, picked up the nightgown next to him, put it on loosely, and walked towards the bathroom.
"Brother Peng——"
The girl mustered up the courage to get up and chase after him, hugging the man's waist from behind.
"Brother Peng, take me to your bedroom. I promise to make you feel comfortable tonight, okay..."
Her Chinese was a little clumsy, with a strong Thai accent, but her voice was very nice, lingering and gentle. Unfortunately, the man didn't like it. He opened her hands and said lightly,
"Go back, Ami, I'll transfer the tip to your account..."
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