In the past, I liked to think about the situation alone in the office, but today, the quarrel outside the office made me walk to the door.
What they were arguing about was a particularly huge topic called 'stability'.
"Let me tell you, if we want to become a force that no one can shake in such a chaotic situation, there are a few things that we must do right away..."
“One, there must be a flag.”
"No matter what our Mr. Xu yearns for, it's time to put up the flag. This way we can have bright colors on the map and attract a large number of people of the same color;"
"Second, the upward channel!"
"Whether it is the Wa or other ethnic groups, there is a lack of promotion channels in Mengneng. If you have talent, you don't know how to use it. Isn't it said that you can learn arts and crafts and sell them to the emperor's family? Nowadays, ordinary people can't even get in."
"Third, stabilize people's hearts and minds."
"It's time for the common people to have their own livelihood. Look at what's happening now. Farmers have almost nothing to do except get paid to open up wasteland in the mountains to grow that stuff..."
Another person sitting at the desk responded: "I don't think you are right."
"What do you mean by allowing the common people to have their own exclusive livelihood? You haven't talked about this at all."
"Since Khun Sha gave these people black pimples to feed them, under whose rule have they made efforts to survive?"
“Who doesn’t want to make money easily?”
"Being able to go into the mountains to pick up some wild animals and exchange them for money in the market is already the biggest sacrifice. How do you expect them to face the loess and turn their backs to the sky? Then it is better to squat on the roadside every day and get the salary of the park for free. Anyway, they are not short of money, let alone an informant. .”
"In this kind of environment, how can our Mr. Xu provide a channel for promotion?"
"Let a group of people who have nothing to do, manage another group of people who have nothing to do?"
"Whoever is in charge of the family should only promote the person who fights bravely from the crowd of people. You can't even defeat your own people, how can Mr. Xu expect you to fight for him?"
"There are also flags up. I think you just have a lot of food after two days and your eggs hurt. It's because of the gray that our place is crowded. If you take a look tomorrow, the market will be empty. Do you believe it? Yes, When the time comes, you will become the only land in northern Myanmar. What’s the use? Where can you find money? Where can you find people? When the water is clear, there will be no fish.”
They were arguing very passionately, and it sounded like they were giving Meng Neng advice, but in fact, they were just talking and talking.
At this moment, I saw a person sitting in the office area outside the door, away from the crowd, with a smile on his face. He looked at the group of people motionless like a fool. He laughed from time to time, and then lowered his head in embarrassment.
This boy looks quite normal, but he has a little white hair. He looks to be in his thirties, but his head is full of white hair.
During their quarrel, I quietly walked around, stood behind the white-haired man who was riding a chair and put his hands on the back of the chair, and asked, "Why don't you join hands with them?"
The first reaction of white hair is to look back!
He didn't let any words escape his lips!
Immediately afterwards, the boy stood up, looking nervous, but I pressed my index finger to my lips to prevent him from screaming.
"Master..."
I pressed his shoulders and returned to my seat: "Why didn't you chat with them?" It was the same question as before.
Baimao's response was beyond my expectation: "It's nice to just watch it for fun."
"Fun?"
Bai Mao continued: "Isn't this just the ministers in the Forbidden City hall discussing what tactics the frontline generals should use to win the city?"
"One said they should dig three feet into the ground and collapse the city wall, and the other said they should hang up a zipline and climb to the top of the city. What's the use of waiting for them to discuss the results?"
I was noncommittal and whispered softly: "Go on."
"It's over."
Finished?
I turned to look at the white-haired man: "Is this the end?"
"That's right." He turned back and looked at me: "This group of people have no intention of understanding your thoughts, Mr. Xu. They all just want to show off their power. Then I just want to watch it for fun. What else can they do?"
"Come."
I gently patted Bai Mao's shoulder and led him into the office.
When I pointed to the door, Bai Mao closed the door smoothly.
"Say it here."
I sat down on the desk and threw the few white boxes of China left on the table.
After he caught it, his eyes widened immediately with a smile on his face: "Master Xu, you are the only one in the world who can smoke this. I smoke..." This guy had already lit the cigarette before he said: " Isn’t it appropriate?”
I looked at him with a smile: "Stop talking nonsense."
"Master Xu, they don't understand you."
"When Eastern Shan State declared a truce, the rest of the people felt that the situation was about to stabilize, and they naturally thought that the next focus would be on the development of Meng Neng and Meng Mao."
Bai Mao held a cigarette in his mouth and pointed to the map hanging on the wall in the office: "I think it's just the opposite."
"For the sake of Bangkang, the Eastern Shan State dared to send troops around the city and let Lin Minxian lead a sneak attack on Meng Neng! If it hadn't been for the heavy fog, Lin Manmiao got lost. Mr. Xu, I don't sound nice. The people you blocked in the wild were 1,200 people, not 200. The person sitting here today might be Lin Minxian."
Bai Mao took a big drag and put out the cigarette in the ashtray.
"After this battle is over, if I am one of the generals of Bangkang, I will not care if the Eastern Shan State charges a high price. Why? If you can't eat it, Bangkang will not be defeated without attack. If you want Bangkang, you have to Depending on this group of people, if I don’t kill you now, will you still be able to talk when you enter the city?”
“So what situation is Eastern Shan State facing?”
"Dapang, Mengbo and Bangkang, this war is only won by three counties. Mengbo is given out and the remaining two are given out. Doesn't this mean that there is no fight? Besides, who will not be given to? Who?"
"If you give one less, Bangkang will become a fortified city."
"The Eastern Shan State will not do business that makes a loss, so it will just permeate."
Bai Mao stretched out his finger and bit it out of habit, looked at the map and said, "If I were Ade, I would wait..."
vomit.
He seemed to be a little fascinated. He tilted his head and vomited. I saw a nail stained with saliva on the leather shoes that were reflective in the sun.
"Ouch, yoyo... Master... I didn't mean it... I..."
He knelt down and wiped it with his sleeve.
I immediately got off the table and stamped my feet vigorously. When he looked up again, what he saw was that I stretched out my hand towards him under the sun: "Do you think of me as Old Qiao?"
I was pulled up by Bai Mao, and pointed to the map without caring about anything on the shoes: "Continue."
"If I were Ade, I would wait until the New Year, prepare enough troops before New Year's Eve, and take advantage of the New Year's bell to launch a general attack on Bangkang!"
Bai Mao was once again immersed in his fantasy: "Think about Bangkang at that time. Everyone wanted to rebel but they were at odds with Master Bao because the price was not enough. Master Bao did not dare to touch them in fear, and the two sides were on guard against each other but could not Transfer.”
"Once the battlefield starts, they will immediately blame each other. Maybe, as long as I can hold on for a while, someone will capture Master Bao, just in case I don't have the certificate of surrender after I attack."
"When the time comes, this is my chance!"
"As soon as the army enters the city, I will have everyone holding a loudspeaker and shouting, 'Whoever surrenders first will be the master of Bangkang, and whoever surrenders later will be killed without mercy'!"
Bai Mao shook his head: "Guess how many people can come?"
When he saw my face, he woke up again: "Master Xu, I..."
"what is it call?"
He lowered his head: "I am from the Wa ethnic minority. I have no surname, only a given name. My name is Lang. Because of my hair, they all call me White Wolf." (End of Chapter)
