After I arranged the people and cars, I was ready to send the group of Wa people in front of me to Mengmao in batches. I also described the prospects to them, but this time, it was definitely not a painting!
Want to be a doctor?
Do you want to be a doctor?
Nowadays, all the doctors and nurses in the Mengneng People's Hospital are suffering from the disease. The doctors are acting like gods and the nurses are acting like doctors. As long as you think about it, there will be ready-made tutors to teach you when you get there, and there will be ready-made patients for you to practice on.
Yes, there is no need to take exams, and there is not even time for you to study. As long as you are willing to do it, you can immediately wear a white coat.
Want to be an architect?
There is no need to learn complicated architectural history, let alone draw pictures. You only need to follow experienced bricklayers to pick up usable building materials from the ruins, build the house and ensure that it will not collapse again. And please don’t mention to me the difference between an architect and a mason. We don’t distinguish this here. It’s up to you whether you want to do it or not, and whether you dare to do it or not.
After listening to my explanation, Leyden only asked one question: "Can we clear out a habitat for our own people?"
"Yes, I can not only let you clear out a piece of habitat that belongs to you, but also allow you to leave half of the manpower to build the houses that everyone needs after clearing the habitat, and only invest half of the manpower to help in a short period of time. When life is guaranteed, then all the manpower will be invested.”
Leiden gave up without any reason and could only nod.
And I took a step back in front of all the Wa people. Under the gaze of every Wa people, I knelt down and shouted: "On behalf of Menggao, I would like to thank you. I, Xu Ruifeng, kowtow to you!"
"Hey, Mr. Xu!"
Leyden didn't stop me, and there was no way I was going to let them.
Because I know that this group of Wa people who came here to be war refugees must have emotions in their hearts after they let me go, but what about after I knelt down to express my sincere gratitude?
I took in you war refugees, provided you with food and accommodation, and knelt down to thank you for your help to Mengmao. What else can you say!
They say a man has gold at his knees. I think this is true, but gold has to have a price, right? As long as the group of people in front of you are worth the price, there will be no problem.
"Master Xu!"
"Let's go!"
"Let's go!"
I was finally helped up, after all the Wa people saw this kneeling.
"Thank you, thank you."
At this moment, I shouted in front of everyone: "I am announcing now that the head of the Wa tribe in Bangkang will be the head of the Wa tribe in Mengfang in the future. We will only discuss all matters related to the Wa tribe in Mengfeng with Laiden."
Why can I announce such a thing? Because I have a gun in my hand, and I have the power in my hand, because I can make people lift Layden to this position and still support him!
"In addition, from today on, Layden is the deputy director of the Mengmao Judicial Committee. His main job is to cooperate with Banbula to preside over the daily life of Mengmao, rebuild Mengmao County, and restore Mengmao to its previous order and vitality as soon as possible."
Does pretending to be the deputy director of the Judicial Committee sound very powerful? Being both a leader and the deputy director of the Judicial Committee, doesn’t it mean that he has reached the top in one step?
That’s right!
Mengmao is gone, what happened if you let him ascend to the sky in Mengmao?
If he doesn't ascend to heaven, how can he suddenly gain strength?
At worst, after he has finished his efforts and the Wa people's emotions have stabilized, they can find some more educated people to make an 'organizational structural adjustment' to adjust the old age and cannot keep up with the times. His son and daughter will be placed at the next level. The key position is regarded as taking over, isn't it over? When the time comes, whether his son or daughter can climb up will depend even more on their ability. If someone really climbs up based on their ability, it will only overflow to me without any loss.
When this information appeared in my mind, I suddenly remembered Mr. Bao who wanted to read the "news" in Lao Qiao's villa. He also told me that "news" is a good thing, so I paid attention to this... As a result, it was out of control.
In the news, there is really everything, such as improving the leadership team's own quality, dispatching, and learning. Every move is to push a favor order, and every move is to drink a glass of wine to release military power. The "News Network" at seven o'clock every night ...Myanmar Broadcaster' is like the old man hiding in the ring. He can teach you everything, it just depends on whether you can learn it or not.
This is how the group of Wa people in front of me asked me to send them away. When I stood outside the city and watched Leiden and the others leave, I even felt a bit like the "old rivers and lakes" in myself. But walking on this 'pontoon bridge' in the water in northern Myanmar, who wouldn't want to be a little bit ungrateful? I'm like this. Aren't I also afraid that a torrent will come by one day, and someone will stare at your head with a gun, and threaten you to retreat from the torrent on the pretext of taking your life.
With these messy things in mind, we walked into the city accompanied by Brea. But after entering the city, I finally realized that the refugees coming were not just the ones from Leiden outside the city!
The streets that used to be relatively spacious can suddenly see the flow of people that can only be seen in the morning and evening rush hours in big cities, just like this, wave after wave passing in front of your eyes;
Not to mention the markets that used to be crowded with people. Once you enter, you can't control where you go or stay at all. It's like watching lanterns on the fifteenth day of the first lunar month. People are crowded and people are bumping into each other.
But now that I have taken all the heads of various departments out and been trapped in the situation, all functional departments have become headless and have no idea how to deal with this situation.
On the street, I saw refugees lying against the wall with their bedding;
I saw people on the street squatting next to the trash cans in the market, picking up vegetables and helping others to eat them;
I even saw the thief who had disappeared reappearing on the street after several times of explicit prohibition, reaching for other people's wallets.
To be honest, I was a little confused when I saw this scene. How to deal with these people and how to restore the order of Meng Neng has become the top priority right now...
The most important thing is that I have no one left!
Everyone left me in Mengmao!
I'm so anxious that I want to get rid of it for Big Boss Peng... Hey!
I think I still have someone in my hand.
I suddenly turned my head and looked at Bujea, and said with a smile: "Are you going to the Black Prison?"
Bujea shrugged: "It doesn't matter, as long as I don't have to deal with these refugees anymore."
"Then go ahead and get those two bastards back from the Black Prison. However, before they know the purpose of your visit, you have to ask them if they understand."
"Whether he is telling you endlessly about how wronged he is or explaining his inner blueprint endlessly, you just turn around and leave. We don't need this kind of person."
Bourgea looked at me and said, "Why?"
"Because no matter what he wants to say or what he does first, the most important thing is to come out first!"
"If she stays in a dark prison for such a long time and doesn't even understand the order of things, how can you expect her to manage it well?"
Bujea asked: "Then when should I bring the person back?"
"When you see their weathered and longing faces asking, 'Can I get out?', then you bring them back."
Bujea looked at me for a long time. I thought he was trying to understand my intention, but...
"Brother, please change the word. I don't know what weather-beaten means..."
My eyes went dark!
It's like giving someone a slap in the face.
When he came to his senses and was about to raise his hand to fight, Boureia turned around and ran away, shouting as he ran: "I understand, why don't you understand!"
After running out for several steps, I remembered what happened in the village and shouted at the departing figure: "Come back!"
Burea came back timidly, and I asked tentatively: "Did you stay in the village longer or did Yang Rong stay in the village longer?"
"It must be Yang Rong. If something happens to Old Qiao, he will be the one guarding the village."
Yang Rong stayed in the village longer...
"Then let me ask you, have you ever seen a family photo in Lao Qiao's house?"
Bujea immediately said: "I know the photo, but it's not a family photo, it's a photo taken by Lao Qiao and a foreigner after he went abroad. Brother, why do you ask about this?"
I thought about it and responded: "Yesterday I was drinking in the village and glanced at Yang Rong from a side angle. How did I see it and feel..."
"Like Old Joe?"
"You can see it too!"
Bujea said without taking it seriously: "Everyone knows that among our group of children, he looks the most similar to Lao Qiao, but Lao Qiao seems to hate this very much. He is not as good as other children." half as good.”
"Among the children, you should be the most favored, right?"
Burea lowered his head, and it was difficult to tell whether he was missing or feeling emotional: "Yes, I will always be the most special one among them all. Sometimes, they would jokingly say that Lao Qiao is more to me than his own son. all good."
When I saw that I had asked Boureat about his emotions, I felt uncomfortable asking him any more, so I pushed him with my hand and said, "Okay, go quickly."
Looking at the departing figure of Burea, I seemed to see the soul of a lone hero running in Lao Qiao's Jianghu period. As soon as this idea appeared, Yang Rong's figure appeared in my mind unconsciously. He It's like another soul with wildness and military skills in Lao Qiao's military career. When I thought it was over...
I suddenly startled myself.
Why did Yang Rong become mentally ill just because he looked a little bit like Lao Qiao in a certain angle?
I quickly threw away this idea. I didn’t believe that this kind of bloody plot that only existed in TV dramas would spread into my life. I turned around and thought about Meng Neng, a county full of intractable diseases, and walked there. I have to quickly see what Meng Neng has become these days. (End of chapter)
