The chaos in northern Myanmar will not stop because of the wedding of a senior official of the military government, and the intrigues in Yangon will not die down because of a military cleanup operation. Except for the wedding night, Balut turned off his mobile phone until the next morning. The rest of the time, the mobile phone received almost no interruption in receiving file information.
Even though the personal military secretary has screened through layer after layer, the number of documents to be processed in the chief's office mailbox every day is still so large that it makes people's scalps numb.
At the wedding banquet, Director Zhang Lijun reminded him, "It is easy to get rid of external thieves, but it is difficult to guard against internal thieves." Balu knew that he had to eliminate the internal traitor as soon as possible, otherwise there would be chaos.
They hurriedly drove from Yuncheng to Ruicheng, rested for a few hours at night, and crossed the border port early the next morning.
Once across the border, even the road looked deserted and lonely. Although Fu Chai drove steadily, Balu was still worried.
On the second day after their wedding night, his wife lay on his chest and told him about the appearance of her father-in-law's personal ox-horn knife at their wedding, as well as the address.
The wife said that the other person must be Uncle Li whom they had been looking for, but the man was still full of doubts.
The time when Uncle Li disappeared was too bizarre, and the time when he appeared was just right. It was not only the time of his wedding, but also the time when the Half-Faced Buddha reappeared in the world.
There must be an inevitable connection between the two.
What made him even more worried was that during the wedding, Cha Mu, who he had been on high alert for, did not show up.
This man is vicious and cruel. Every move he makes is a killing move. I have suffered losses from him more than once. If I don't kill him, there will always be a thorn in my heart.
But the most urgent task now, in addition to going to Yangon to fight those black-hearted politicians, is to meet Uncle Li.
The car drove to the Tachileik military airport. Balut and several trusted men boarded a helicopter to Mandalay, while Chanpong and Songchai took the women and children back to Yangon.
The investigation into the defeat was ultimately brought to a halt thanks to Sa-hun's mediation. The joint investigation team identified two traitors to silence the public, and the government and military issued a statement of condolence to the commanders, ordering them to return to their bases immediately. However, during the investigation, Commanders Chan-pong and Song-chai suddenly fell ill, suffering a relapse of an old illness, and were admitted to a military sanatorium for recuperation.
The military plane landed at Mandalay Airport. The pregnant Nanxi looked a little pale. She was carried into the car by her husband and drove straight to the Shuise Bay villa area.
The Nan family only left two servants and a security guard at their house in Mandalay. They were a little flustered when they suddenly saw the eldest daughter who had not been back for a long time.
Nanxi went into the bedroom and lay down for a while before her expression gradually eased. Her husband, who was beside her, looked worried. He opened a nutritious drink specially made for pregnant women with one hand and handed it to her.
"Drink this, honey. I asked a nutritionist in China to prescribe it for you. It's good for your health."
Nanxi wrapped her arms around her husband's neck, lazily lay in his arms, took the bottle from her husband's hand, drank and asked,
"Will it be bad if you don't go back to Yangon? The situation here is unclear, and I may not be able to resolve it in a day or two."
"It's okay, darling. Zhan Peng and Song Cai can go over and take care of some things for me first. I came to Mandalay, firstly, to accompany you to find Uncle Li, and secondly, I have to meet a few important people here. The two things don't conflict. Go ahead and do whatever you want. Your husband is here."
"Yeah." The little woman in his arms nodded softly.
"Hubby, I want to go to that place in Debekin Town, is that okay?"
"Take a rest first and go tomorrow. There's no rush." The man stroked his wife's slender waist to comfort her.
"No, let's go now. I'm fine now. Let's go check it out before it gets dark. Otherwise, I won't be able to sleep well at night if I keep thinking about it."
The man finally couldn't resist his wife's coquettishness and nodded in agreement.
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Under the cover of night, the main roads of Mandalay are brightly lit on both sides. The wealthy areas are always bustling with lights and wine, and are prosperous and peaceful. However, when leaving the main road, the road conditions gradually deteriorate until the asphalt road ends. The low-key black car sways into the gravel and dirt road, turns several times, and enters the slums.
This is the human world.
The street lights were dim, and on both sides of the muddy ground, broken women with their immature children could be seen begging on the street from time to time. Bare-chested laborers were pulling carts piled with things like small mountains, the thin hemp ropes digging deeply into their dark flesh. Beads of sweat the size of beans soaked their bodies, but they didn't bother to wipe them off. They just lowered their heads numbly and moved forward mechanically like an old ox.
A girl who looks to be only in her teens, wearing exaggerated heavy makeup, is wandering on the street, occasionally approaching single pedestrians passing by, hoping to get a "business" to ensure that she can have food to eat for the next two days.
Here, all beings suffer.
Nan Xirun couldn't bear to look at the street scene. Along the way, she had never seen anyone with even a hint of a smile from the heart on their face. They were painful and numb to this kind of life.
The woman looked at her husband sadly, her eyes full of pity and helplessness.
Baru stroked her head with his big hand, "This is the real Myanmar, baby. What you see is just Myanmar's fig leaf. Beneath the fig leaf, there are cancerous tumors, acnes, and corruption.
In the past, I was reluctant to let you see these, but now, I have figured it out. This is the real situation I have to face. If I keep covering it up and escaping it, then what is the difference between me and those high-ranking politicians?
I have been fighting since I was ten years old. I once vowed to end the war with war and to make Myanmar no longer chaotic and divided. But now it seems that I was too young and arrogant. Over the years, the people have suffered as they should. Except for the military rank on my shoulders that has been changing, I have not brought any change to this country.
"When you think about it this way, isn't it quite a failure?" The man sighed softly, his tough and handsome face full of helplessness.
Suddenly, the palm of his hand softened, and his wife's slender fingers slipped into the rough palm. Her beautiful eyes seemed to have received countless stars, and she looked at her husband with burning eyes.
"Who said that? This is a land with so many, so many problems. Even if we can stop the current situation from deteriorating and continue to develop, it will require countless people to devote their entire lives, even risking their lives. How difficult is it to change a country?
For so many years, you have looked at this land where hope is already slim, and you still have faith in your heart and try your best for the country. Then don't care about the result, because the result will not be worse than not trying hard, right?
Ah Lu, we just need to work hard, I will accompany you..."
A wife can always warm a man's cold heart with just a few words, soothing and relaxing it.
"Yeah." His Adam's apple moved slightly, and he pulled his wife into his chest. All the words he wanted to say turned into his heartbeat, in sync with her breathing.
"Brother, we're here." Biaozi drove the car to the entrance of a narrow alley. The dirt road was full of cement potholes, and the car couldn't get in. The best it could do was reach this alley.
Balu frowned and looked at the most chaotic settlement in the slums, not wanting his wife's beautiful shoes to get stained with the muddy dirt.
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