Outside the window is the backyard, dotted with tropical plants.
In the Grand Governor's Office, Zhang Jing sat face to face with the Senior Minister by the window and said: "Under your management, I am very optimistic about Nadubi's future, so I want to invest here."
"What industry should we invest in?" Jishan Aungsu asked with interest.
"Motorcycle manufacturing factory."
Yangon is an agricultural area and relies on tourism to earn foreign exchange. Most of the tourists are from D, and relations are not good.
So I never made any money.
Zhang Jing's willingness to invest in the machinery manufacturing industry is a great thing for Yangon.
"We will provide land and strategic support," Jishan Aungsu said cheerfully, "and let your factory be established as soon as possible."
"Thank you," Zhang Jing said after going around in circles, mentioning the things he cared about, "I have a girlfriend, and her ancestors have some relationship with the expeditionary force..."
There was a smile on Jishan Aungsu's face one second, but it turned cold the next second.
Zhang Jing insisted on finishing his words, "To make my girlfriend happy and to make my life happy, I want to spend money to move the entire cemetery."
"Mr. Zhang's real purpose is for the cemetery, right?" Jishan Aung Su asked, his voice turning cold.
"Not really," Zhang Jing defended himself, "First of all, I am really optimistic about your management. Yangon will get better and better;
Secondly, I really want to spend money to make my girlfriend happy. "
"This matter is not negotiable," Jishan Aungsu shook his head, "Mr. Zhang, please come back."
The bodyguard guarding the door came over and extended his hand to ask Zhang Jing to come out.
"Senior Minister," Zhang Jing stood up and left his seat, and finally reminded the woman, "Don't do everything right, or someone will make you pay the price!"
Although Jishan Aung Su was called the Senior Governor, he was actually the Grand Governor. He held a high and powerful position and did not take Zhang Jing's threat seriously at all.
He waved his hand to the bodyguard to chase them away.
After leaving the Governor's Mansion, Zhang Jing felt helpless.
What to do next?
The answer is Cold Salad. He is a human being, not a god. He cannot be satisfied with everything.
"How's it going?" Old Fu, who had been waiting outside the Governor's Mansion, stepped forward and asked with concern.
"She refused, let's go to the cemetery and have a look."
The old man, who was in his early seventies, sighed heavily, "I want to chop her into pieces and feed them to the dogs."
After not much contact, Zhang Jing discovered that the old man with an official attitude was more angry than Xu Zehong and had a very upright butt.
We hailed a yellow taxi and drove to the place in 21 or 22 minutes.
It's relatively remote, sparsely populated and has a better environment.
After passing the open, rusty black iron gate, Zhang Jing and Lao Fu entered the cemetery on foot.
Behind the entrance is a small square with a lying monument erected in the middle.
Submission: "Area D Expeditionary Force."
Behind the lying stele are white stone humanoid statues, 1:1 scale.
They carry rifles, wear military hats, and wear simple clothes. What makes people tearful is that they are all very young.
In the dead of night, Zhang Jing and Ding Jiaqi chatted and realized that this was another piece of history that was unbearable to look back on and deliberately forgotten.
Along the stone path covered with weeds between the statues, Zhang Jing went deep into the cemetery, which had not been cared for for a long time, as if he had returned to that chaotic and passionate era.
The old man kept quiet, and his heart was full of mixed emotions. This place would soon be bulldozed, and he was really unwilling to do so!
Zhang Jing's ears worked better and he could faintly hear crying in front of him.
Walk forward and find three figures deep in the shadows of the trees in the forest of monuments.
Two middle-aged men, one seems to be South Asian in his thirties, and the other seems to be from District D in his forties.
There was also an old woman who looked eighty or ninety years old, very old.
The woman was lying on a tombstone and crying bitterly.
As a bystander, Zhang Jing could hear that her cries were very sad and cold, and he felt as if Meng Jiangnu was crying down the Great Wall.
The old man took three or four steps forward to talk to the stranger, "You are from District D."
? "
"I am from District D and work at the Embassy in Nadubi," a middle-aged man in his forties answered, "I took this grandma to see her son for the last time."
After a second's pause, the middle-aged man in his forties continued, "His son was a member of the expeditionary force and was only 15 years old when he died."
Zhang Jing was instantly heartbroken.
This is really the last look. The old woman is already very old and it is not easy to see her again.
But God likes to bully poor people. The woman is already very pitiful, and he wants to step on her.
The cemetery is about to be bulldozed.
Lao Fu angrily asked the embassy staff, "Is there any way you can save this mausoleum area?"
"My boss has tried his best," the middle-aged man in his forties shook his head. "They put pressure on Jishan Aungsu from all aspects, but she still decided to bulldoze the cemetery."
"Have you tried your best?" Lao Fu asked again.
"Yes," the middle-aged man nodded affirmatively, "We have publicly expressed serious protest and firm opposition."
Everyone tried their best, but to no avail.
The old man sighed heavily and took out his wallet, took out ten red banknotes, walked to the old woman, and gently put them in her pocket.
Returning to Zhang Jing, the old man implored Zhang Jing, "You are the boss of AT. You are rich and capable. Can you keep this cemetery?"
Zhang Jing shook his head, "I did my best in Jishan Aungsu's office."
The seventy-year-old old man wanted to say something else, but finally gave up, his expression full of weakness and decadence.
He couldn't understand why there were so many people and they couldn't save a cemetery.
After leaving the cemetery, Zhang Jing and Fu Qi, an old man in his early seventies, went to the airport.
One flies to Nanyun, and the other flies to Xiangjiang.
While waiting for the plane, Zhang Jing felt his phone vibrate.
Ding Jiaqi forwarded a piece of news that Bald Higgins, who had devoted himself to the Dilian family, was killed at home.
Dylan Gailey was not rescued and died on the bed in the intensive care unit.
Zhang Jing closed his cell phone and felt that life and death were uncertain.
For the first time, the Dilian family sent a killer to sneak into Kanfan Farm and assassinate him, but failed.
The second time he hired a team of killers to invade Kanfen Farm failed.
The third time was in Xiangjiang, waiting at the airport on the way to the north bank of Silver Mine Bay. Zhang Jing was not in the car.
The fourth time was a midnight assassination attempt at the Garden Hotel in London, which failed.
You come to kill me, and I will kill you. Survive to the end and become the big winner.
Therefore, Zhang Jing is not sad about the tragedy that happened to the Dilian family. It is just a matter of success and failure.
Instead, he felt sympathy for the old woman he had met inside the cemetery and who had cried unconscious several times.
But he couldn't change Jishan Aungsu's decision.
Just like the time I met Anta in Xiaomao earlier, parents had to be separated from their children at the border.
Like countless human tragedies that have been staged, Zhang Jing was equally powerless this time.
Rule out the method of killing Jishan Aungsu, otherwise the military government would have killed her long ago.
The reason is that Ding Jiaqi said that she has a very high support rate. If she is killed, there will be a second and third Jishan Aungsu.
At that time, they will still bulldoze the cemetery and choose to completely turn to the West.
So this is a deadlock, and there can be no happy enmity.
However, Zhang Jing is not someone to be trifled with. Although he can't stop it, he can make Ji Shan Aung Su regret it.
"Additional updates for the reward, thank you for your great support.
I will work overtime at night to write, as the second leader is about to appear. If I don’t work hard, I won’t be able to repay the debt. "
