News about the armistice in Bangkang, news about the Burmese army's Zhao'an, and calls from people in West Asia...
All the information I could touch was suppressed by me, and then I digested it silently.
Meng Neng is still Meng Neng, and he is still living in an environment where ordinary people are eager to take some money out of anyone's pocket. Whenever they owe a debt, their first reaction is not to pay it back, and they are proud of it.
There is still no morality here, but there are scenes of green soldiers on the streets with guns in hand, forcing people to clean up the garbage on the streets.
This is a rule that Teacher Yu made using the greatest power in his hands before entering the black prison. For this reason, he even told me a story, even though everyone thought it was a face-saving project.
At that time, Teacher Yu said: "There has been such an experiment in the world, which is to put a few monkeys into an iron cage and then move in a bunch of bananas. As long as those monkeys want to eat bananas, the iron cage will be energized. …”
"Over time, the monkeys will stop eating bananas."
"At this time, put in a new monkey. When the new monkey wants to eat bananas, you don't need to apply electricity. The old monkeys will go up and beat it because they are afraid of being shocked, and rules will gradually form."
"Finally, all the old monkeys were replaced, and one by one they were replaced with new monkeys without powering on. As a result, there was an additional rule in the iron cage, that is, any monkey who wanted to eat bananas would be beaten. Beat him up, even if no one knows why."
First force everyone to obey, and then drive others through their own inertia. What you want will gradually occur in this environment.
What?
Was the first monkey beaten unfairly?
But you seem to have forgotten that anyone who is the first to eat crabs in this world knows very well that opportunities coexist with risks. They are just encountering risks.
I stood in the office of the Judicial Committee and looked downstairs. When the people who were being forced to clean the streets under the supervision of green soldiers pointed at the vendors in the market and cursed them for making garbage, I could clearly see which ones were old monkeys and which ones were old monkeys. New Monkey, I just don’t know what role I want to play in this chaos in northern Myanmar.
Beep, beep, beep.
The office phone rang.
After I picked up the answer, I heard an inexplicable voice: "Hello, we are from Nanjiang Grain Export Company. I saw your video posted on the Internet before. It was so miserable that I couldn't eat enough... Well, we have a batch of old grain that we originally planned to donate, so why not just donate it to you?"
I hung up the phone immediately.
Has this fraud company changed its tactics?
Selling tea instead of donating food?
Beep, beep, beep.
Just as the call was hung up, my cell phone rang.
A West Asian voice came over after I answered the phone: "Mr. Xu."
"Yeah." I responded.
"I was detained at the checkpoint. Please tell your people. I have something important to discuss with you."
Detained at a checkpoint?
West Asians being held at our inexplicable checkpoints?
As I listened more and more confused, a rough voice appeared on the phone: "Mr. Xu, the squad leader of the fourth patrol team at Menneng Checkpoint, I am reporting to you!"
"Let him go."
"yes!"
The West Asians came, and they came in secret. What makes me even more fortunate is that Meng Neng is no longer a public toilet where everyone can come and go freely. After Dahei's training, now the checkpoint can actually catch people. !
Bah.
While I was deep in thought, a green pickup truck drove into the compound of the Judicial Committee, and the West Asian was sent over by several green soldiers.
When the West Asian man showed up at the door of my office, I deliberately said forcefully: "I didn't even bother to say hello in advance. This is wartime. If things go wrong, you are not asking me to carry the burden of killing my friend." Is it the name of a thief?"
The West Asian man didn't take it seriously at all, lit a cigarette for himself, and sat down opposite my desk with dignity.
At that moment, I slowly closed the door.
"Mr. Xu, I have to come this time."
"What can't you say over the phone?"
"What if you record it?"
I walked back behind the desk, looked at him, and asked for the second time: "What on earth is going on?"
"Did you receive a call?" The West Asian asked very mysteriously: "It was a call from a grain import and export company, asking to donate grain to you?"
I looked at him and nodded.
"I have already reported your matter to the police. It means that some assistance can be provided appropriately."
"But for more things, you have to rely on yourself."
I turned the corner in no time.
It turns out that those domestic businessmen, just like waking up in the morning without washing their faces, donated food and materials to all over the world. This is what happened!
I said, how can these people make a lot of money, just like having a puncture in the head and trying to make money abroad?
"what would you like?"
The West Asian said very carefully: "This is not a transaction."
He said seriously every word: "The people in northern Myanmar are living a very miserable life during the war. The well-meaning businessmen in the country have moved their compassion and plan to provide you with a batch of food."
"Don't expect any tendency in this, let alone try to use a tiger's skin as a banner. You have to understand one thing. We are not the United States, and we don't like to build a force under other people's regimes."
"We hope that exchanges will be conducted under the principle of fairness."
"So, the company that assists you is a private enterprise, and this is just a act of kindness from the business owner."
When this West Asian smiled at me, I finally understood why there are so many countries in the world that are hostile to us. Hey, just by showing it out, this hard-to-get, neither humble nor arrogant energy... is so oriental. !
"How much food?"
"The boss didn't say that."
"How long can we help?"
“It depends on the mood of the business owner.”
pretty!
This means that he raised his hand and strangled his neck directly with a naked choke!
If you are obedient, the food will continue to flow. If you are disobedient, the business owner will stop transportation immediately if he is in a bad mood tomorrow.
This is the way our country stands in this world, and it has even been integrated into every aspect of life. Even when cooking, there is a similar shadow, just like the saying "Tighten the pot of porridge" , slow cooker oil, not too slow or too slow to cook the pig's head'.
"Mr. Xu, our leader has said that this is a decision that may change the situation in northern Myanmar. You will definitely need time to think about how to make this decision..."
"I have been waiting for news from you during this period. I hope you will be the first to notify me when the results are available."
"etc!"
I watched the West Asians get up, stopped me, and asked, "So, where are the weapons and equipment?"
The West Asian turned around and smiled at me: "Do you still have to ask?"
Yes, do you still need to ask?
After I captured Meng Neng, the West Asians sent weapons and equipment. I captured Meng Mao, and the West Asians sent food. Now he is waiting for news from me in Meng Neng. He is a weapon, so why bother asking? If you ask, how can he answer you? This time, he came here to do good deeds for the Grain Import and Export Company, not to become an arms dealer.
On the one hand, I was happy to feel the strength of our country, but on the other hand, I felt uncomfortable that this desire for dominance was placed on me after the country became strong. So in the dilemma, I fell into deep thought in the office. (End of chapter)
