When the two came to the next box, there was a bamboo curtain in the middle of the huge box. They could vaguely see a person sitting inside, and behind him stood a burly figure.
"Boss, here comes the man. He's Bosai, and he's in charge of shipping goods from northern Myanmar. Behind him is the most powerful cargo owner in Southeast Asia. As I told you, as long as the price is right, we'll get as much goods as you want."
Someone inside cleared their throat, and it seemed that the person standing was speaking.
"So, you're not the big boss?"
The man standing next to Zawan said, "I can make the decision. All the goods in northern Myanmar are in my hands."
"How much can you get together now?"
"About a hundred kilograms."
"Is that all? You're sending away beggars?" the man inside spoke coldly, with a murderous look in his words.
"Is this not enough?"
"I know you're not the boss, so I'll go out and make a phone call and have your boss talk to our boss. You're not qualified. We've already shown our sincerity by coming to see you today. It all depends on whether your boss wants to make money."
After the person inside finished speaking, he pointed to the two large boxes in the corner.
"The goods you have will be delivered tomorrow and you can pay on delivery."
Upon hearing this, Zawan walked over, opened the box and saw that it was full of gold bars.
Legend has it that the "Half-Faced Buddha" prefers to use gold bars in transactions. Now that I have even found out this, it seems that the other party is indeed here to discuss business.
A voice came from the Bluetooth headset next to Poseidon's ear at this time, "Ask them if they can handle so much goods and where they do business."
"Boss, we risk our lives to make money, so of course we have to do business. But first, I have to ask where your market is. With so much stuff, as far as I know, not many people can eat it."
"Don't worry, our market isn't in Southeast Asia, so we won't steal your business. As for whether we can handle the business, that's not your concern. Call your boss and tell him we don't have much time. If you can do the deal, come over for a meeting. If not, we'll find someone else. That'll be considered repaying Za Wan's favor."
Poseidon stood there in silence, listening quietly to the instructions on the Bluetooth headset. After several seconds, three words came out.
"Promise him."
…
It was already three o'clock in the morning when Balu came back from the casino in the night market. He reeked of cigarettes and alcohol. Afraid that his wife would dislike him, he took a shower before returning to the bedroom damp.
Pamp, who was on guard outside just now, said that she woke up and looked for him once, but when she heard that he had gone out for something urgent, she came back to sleep obediently.
The man's heart was warm, and he hugged his sleeping wife and whispered in her ear, "Baby, I'm back."
The woman, who had her back to him, turned over in a daze, put her arms around his neck, and snuggled into his arms as if reflexively, finding a comfortable position and falling asleep again.
Balu stroked her long hair with his big hands and murmured to himself,
"Baby, wait a little longer. Once I kill Xue Peng, we'll go back to Yangon. It won't be long."
Government buildings and international politicians don’t care whether the “Half-Faced Buddha” who suddenly appeared is the same person as before, but as long as this name is still active in the world and as long as the goods under his control are still circulating around the world, it is enough evidence to hold the former highest commander of the Myanmar military government and the officers who were directly involved in the elimination operation accountable.
Meng Ge thought he was in trouble. In order to protect Zhan Peng and Song Cai, he took on all the accusations alone. The people have been secretly detained. He must end the operation here as soon as possible and use Xue Peng's head to shut those people's mouths before he can rescue Meng Ge.
The traitor had already infiltrated the upper echelons. He had a clear idea of who it was, and this time he had to kill him instantly. He absolutely couldn't give him any breathing space, or else he would collude with those politicians internally and sell the Mekong River's waterway to drug traffickers. Then Myanmar would be truly finished...
The night in the village is surprisingly quiet. A cool breeze blows through the window, stirring the gauze, bringing with it a faint scent of earth.
Before I knew it, many years had passed since I lived in the small bamboo house with Nan Xiaoxi, but now when I return to northern Myanmar, those days seem as if they happened just yesterday.
The girl who amazed him for the rest of his life at first sight was now lying in his arms, accompanying him in the battles of this broken land. As a man, he owed her his whole life.
But now, with internal and external troubles, he was afraid that he could not even keep such a peaceful night.
But his wife, children and brothers were all behind him, and with so many lives on his shoulders, he had no way to retreat and could only move forward.
…
The next morning, Nanxi slept until ten o'clock, and most of the energy he had consumed due to illness and travel was replenished.
When I finished washing up and came out of the bedroom, I saw my husband doing simulations on a sand table in the living room.
"Husband." The little woman called out in a delicate voice.
"Baby, are you awake? Breakfast is on the table. Go eat it yourself. I'll come over to accompany you after I'm done."
Nanxi responded, knowing that he was busy, and took a detour to have breakfast obediently.
The mobile phone on the table has been specially treated and no calls from outside can come in.
She still didn't know what her son's current situation was. Although she knew that Sister Zhen Zhen, Yana, Liang Lu, and Ajie would definitely take good care of her son, as a mother, she still couldn't help but worry.
I casually flipped through the video of my son on my phone, and suddenly, I received an email notification.
Nanxi opened it and found it was a video file with a note in the file description: Miss, please take a look at this. I can’t contact you and can only send you an email.
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