"Will those who pay the ransom be released?" Zeng Qi asked again.
"Of course I can't let them go. This is the final destination for piglets. If they can't increase in value, I'll sell their blood and organs, and I'll use them reasonably." Qu Shaochen said with a relaxed look as he threw a peanut into his mouth.
Zeng Qi nodded and said nothing more. This is northern Myanmar, there is no such thing as mercy. When you dream of making money abroad, you have to pay for your choice.
"After we get rid of General Ni Lai, I will help Zhou Bao clear his name. You must release the people I ask for later. If they are not with you, find a way to find them." Zeng Qi made his demands.
"Of course, brother, your request is nothing. Once we take down General Ni Lai, I will be the fastest-rising warlord in northern Myanmar. Everyone will have to give me some face then." Qu Shaochen said sincerely.
The two are now in a cooperative relationship. In Qu Shaochen's eyes, Zeng Qi is his weapons supplier and someone who can help him gain territory.
"Baozi, stay with Old Qu and gain some experience. If you find any good talents, tell me in time. I want to bring some of them back to China to be my followers." Zeng Qi said this to both Zhou Bao and Qu Shaochen.
Zhou Bao was the first to react, patting his chest and saying:
"Brother Qi, don't worry. I have a good eye. I will pick out a few older and more cunning women for you. They can be your assistants and warm your bed."
Hearing this, Qu Shaochen interjected, "Brother, I'm better at women than newspaper men. Just give her a shot, and she'll listen to you no matter what you say."
Zhou Bao echoed with laughter: "My brother Chen is still experienced."
Shaking his head, Zeng Qi chose to eat quietly. Compared with the two gangster leaders, he was still a little pure.
Lao Zeng is right. It is difficult to be a human being without experiencing poverty, and it is impossible to be naive without experiencing the world.
I'm still too young.
After dinner, Zeng Qi got Qu Shaochen’s authorization card, which allowed him to enter and exit the building freely.
Qu Shaochen privately sent Zeng Qi's profile picture to all his subordinates via group chat, asking them to change the way they addressed him when they met him, so as not to fail to recognize his great talent.
After the war, the park needed emergency repairs in many places, and those who had poor performance on weekdays were exhausted.
The thugs in charge of guarding set up a rule that each man could carry 50 kilograms of weight at a time, and each woman could carry 30 kilograms of weight at a time.
We start working at two in the afternoon, which is also the hottest time, and continue until seven in the evening.
No one is allowed to slack off during this period. If anyone slacks off for even one minute, they will be compensated 2,000 yuan per minute, with no upper limit.
In other words, you no longer have the opportunity to go to the toilet or drink water. If you want to go to the toilet or drink water, it will be recorded. It's your fault for your poor performance.
If you dare to quibble, the first beating will knock the flesh off your buttocks.
It's much simpler if the woman is pretty. The position of call girl is very suitable. You have to do it whether you like it or not. After an injection of drugs, you will no longer be yourself.
This is a common practice in northern Myanmar to control women.
"Brother Qi!"
"Brother Qi!"
…
Walking in the office building, the armed security guards who usually look ferocious are particularly polite today.
This made the busy office staff couldn't help but look at the new young man.
He has regular features, wears black-framed glasses, and holds a cane at a young age, which adds a bit of mystery and calmness to his temperament.
who is he?
New leader?
The crowd buried in their work was filled with suspicion.
Stopping where he was, Zeng Qi raised his cane and gestured to the security guard beside him:
"Help me move that blackboard over here."
Upon hearing this, the armed security guard was stunned at first, then ran over and picked up the blackboard.
"I'll give you a math Olympiad problem. If anyone can answer it, I'll take them back to China."
Zeng Qi’s idea was simple, he needed a talented person to be his deputy.
Considering that the questions were a bit difficult, Zeng Qi planned to expand the crowd, from the third floor to the top floor, and as long as they could answer them, they could come to see him.
To his disappointment, two hours passed and many people tried, but no one solved it.
Just when he was filled with disappointment, someone he never expected answered.
Female anchor.
A female anchor who was trafficked back and forth from Cambodia seven times.
In the immersive hotel on the 21st floor, the female anchor with a bruised face and nose was led over with a collar around her neck.
"All of you get out!"
Waved the security personnel away.
Zeng Qi began to look at the female anchor and found that she was a young woman who was quite capable without makeup.
Age between 25 years old.
Being stared at by the boy, she felt a little uncomfortable, half lowered her head, avoided his gaze, and her body trembled slightly.
"Do the problem again for me."
Zeng Qi picked up a manuscript and handed it to the other party.
After taking the manuscript, the woman looked around, looking for a pen.
Just when she was confused, a pen was handed to her.
Taking the pen, the female anchor planned to stand and write the answer by hand.
She knew in her heart that the bad guys here didn't like people who acted on their own.
Without their permission, you have to endure even going to the toilet, and you have to pay for breathing here.
“Sit down and write!”
As if noticing the other party's nervousness, Zeng Qi pointed at the chair and said.
The female anchor looked at him in surprise, her eyes filled with fear, and staggered towards the chair.
The sanitary conditions in northern Myanmar are poor, and people here often feed her raw water.
The diarrhea tortured her to death and she became haggard and exhausted.
Because he went to the toilet too frequently, he was suspected of being lazy and was beaten three times a day.
"Give!"
It took ten minutes to answer the question, and a manuscript filled with beautiful handwriting was handed to Zeng Qi.
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