At the end of the bustling night market in Daqili, on several abruptly connected high-rise buildings, large electronic screens flash the charming smile of a beautiful dealer sitting at the gambling table, showing off her proud figure. Gold bricks are stacked around her like a mountain. Slogans in four languages, Chinese, Burmese, Thai and English, switch alternately, and colorful lights shine brightly all around.
Under the building, the well-dressed doorman smiled, bowed to greet every guest who came by, opened the door politely, and said nice blessings.
Luxury cars pulled up to the door one after another, and men and women of different skin colors, dressed in bright clothes and with lustful looks on their faces, walked inside excitedly.
The hall was brightly lit. A golden dragon was coiling across the hall from top to bottom, majestic and powerful, with terrifying eyes, and surrounded by white mist.
Around the Golden Dragon, various gambling machines were crowded with people. The gambling girls were dressed coolly and tried their best to make the customers happy. Some of them who had better business had their chests stuffed with US dollars.
Suddenly, a group of men with fierce faces walked into the hall. The two leading them were strong men in black tights, with guns tucked into their waists. When they met someone blocking their way, they pushed them away without hesitation and walked towards the elevator leading to the VIP room on the top floor.
The man surrounded by a group of people, with sunglasses hanging on his nose, his hands in his pockets, wearing black clothes and black pants, looked murderous and imposing.
I got into the elevator and went straight to the top floor.
"General, don't worry. I've been dealing with them for two years. Although everyone is cautious when fighting and there are occasional minor frictions, no one is stupid. Even if they want to make money from drug dealers, they don't have the courage to go against you."
The tall man wore sunglasses on his ears and backwards on his head. He glanced at Zawan beside him and patted his face.
"Don't worry, as long as you keep your eyes open, you will have the chance to make money."
Biaozi and Fuchai, who were walking in front, pushed open the only door of the luxury room on the entire floor, walked in to observe, confirmed the identity of the people inside, and checked again to make sure that the other party had no weapons before walking out and standing at the door.
Balu walked in, Biaozi gave Fuchai and Boha a look, then followed him in and stood behind the man sitting in the main seat, his face gloomy and full of intimidation.
"General!"
The people sitting inside stood up and saluted at the same time, until Baru raised his chin to signal everyone to sit down, and Zhawan livened up the atmosphere and asked everyone to sit down. Then they glanced at the people around them and sat down at the same time.
"General, these guys are all fierce generals from the local army that has grown up in northern Myanmar in recent years. They're all talented people. What's most rare is that even though they're in remote areas, they still have a heart to serve their country. When they heard you were coming to northern Myanmar, they cried and begged me to introduce them to them..."
Zawan started to flatter people without stopping, and Balu became impatient after listening for less than a minute.
I finally managed to coax my wife to sleep late at night and squeezed out some time to come out, not to listen to them fart at each other.
The man raised his eyes slightly, without saying anything, a single look was enough to make the people around him understand.
Zha Wan coughed twice, then changed the subject and pointed at a thin, dark, and capable young man opposite him.
"Nota, come and report to the general about the situation on your side."
The dark-skinned man named Nota nodded and looked at Baru, "General, not long ago, our commander received a mysterious invitation. When he went to the appointment, someone offered a whopping $30 million per shipment, saying he could get the money as long as he could get a shipment through.
I was in charge of patrolling the river. The commander approached me individually and asked me to release the water. He paid me $100,000 each time I did so. However, the enemy couldn't get through the Union Defense Force's defense zone from our side. The commander, driven by his desire for profit, had me lead the troops to fight the Union Defense Force.
The Joint Defense Forces are not that easy to defeat. They are sending their brothers to die in vain. My son is only three months old. My wife gave birth to a child in the village. He almost lost his life and is still lying in bed unable to get out. What will happen to them if I die?
Rather than being forced to death for making money for him, I would rather cooperate with the government and atone for my crime."
After Nota finished speaking, he looked at the man above him. Seeing that his expression was uncertain and he had no intention of speaking, he looked at Zawan again.
Zawan pointed to a boy next to him who looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old and said, "Chatun, tell me about your situation."
For the next ten minutes or so, the four men sitting opposite each explained their motives and situations. The man sitting above continued smoking and showed no reaction.
"General, look..."
Baru then raised his eyes, extinguished the cigarette in his hand, and got straight to the point.
"This isn't a recycling station. If you want to survive, you have to show your ability and prove that you deserve to live.
Rebellion will happen? In three days, only those who are ordered to rebel and gain military power are qualified to discuss cooperation with me. Those who lost their lives or don't have the courage, go to the coffin, get shot, get shot, don't yell in front of me."
Several people looked at each other, then their faces became solemn and no one said anything.
"Are you done? Just go away. I have something else to do."
After he finished speaking, the man stood up and walked out the door. Seeing this, Zawan wanted to follow him out, but was stopped by Nota.
"Zhawan, what does the general mean? Why did he leave?"
Zawan glared at him and said, "Do you think the general is your father and can teach you how to rebel? I've made it clear enough. Go back and take the military power first. He won't accept the power of a useless person who can't even take control of a local armed force. It's that simple. Go back and think about it carefully."
Zawan said, and hurriedly followed.
"General, shall we go see Percy now?"
The man walking in front raised his lips and said, "Zha Wan, it seems that I didn't spare your life in vain."
Zawan smiled flatteringly and raised his hand to press the elevator button. "General, he's on the third floor."
In the business box on the third floor of the building, the music was deafening and the air inside was decadent.
As soon as Zawan opened the door, he was almost vomited by the smell coming from inside. He took a deep breath and pushed the door open again.
He walked past the couples kissing passionately and approached the person sitting on the sofa at the back, who was talking on the phone. "The big boss is here, come over."
The man then put down his phone and looked at Zawan. "He came to discuss business with me, why didn't he come to see me? This is the rule."
"It's a deal worth hundreds of millions of dollars, who can they talk to? Bosai, let me make it clear, you are just a high-ranking henchman. The boss was willing to show up because I begged him at the risk of my dignity. If it weren't for the fact that you saved me before, do you think I would be willing to help you with this matter?
Go ask around, how many of Jin Xinyue's cargo owners couldn't turn their goods into cash? And you still chose one? Rules, what are the rules? Money is the only rule."
The man opposite showed displeasure, and the scar on his dark face that ran through the left side of his cheek and to his neck became more and more hideous.
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