Mo Han nodded. She also knew that she was too impatient. Although northern Myanmar and Ruili were only separated by a bridge, they were two completely different worlds.
In northern Myanmar, law and justice are games only those with power can afford.
"I'm afraid the evidence will disappear completely!"
"What was lost back then was not just one or two Damakan gambling stones!" Bai Hu smiled brightly, and even Mo Han, who was full of gloom, felt relieved: "And, now that we have clues, , then the clues won’t be able to escape.”
Mo Han's heart moved: "Sister Amin, you mean..."
Bai Hu interrupted her directly: "I didn't say anything. What I want to say to you is to face your cooperation with Ye Qing."
"But he is too treacherous!" Mo Han gritted his teeth: "He clearly knows that the piece of Paganji Black Usha is worth at least 100 million if he gets it from Sister Delong."
"You also know that it was at Sister Delong's high school!" Bai Hu curled his lips contemptuously: "Furthermore, you once said that when you found this stone, it was glue mixed with red soil that stuck to the surface of the stone shell. You can't mess with this stone. It’s the same batch of Damakan that was lost back then.”
Mo Han felt a little guilty. This stone also had a number on it, but it was just rubbed off by her.
The white fox sneered: "Do you think if this is a stone and old Sanji sees it, he will go crazy?"
The answer is yes, old Sangji will go absolutely crazy when he sees this stone.
The lost truckload of stones that year included white salt sand, red sand and black sand produced in Paganji, plus gambling stones from Damakan. They were all top quality from Laokeng, with a total value of more than 500 million US dollars.
Mo Han's brother-in-law Mo Gu is the officer in charge of escorting.
However, two entire companies of troops and a truckload of stones all disappeared out of thin air, leaving not even a single clue at the scene.
The military government boss was furious and ordered a thorough investigation!
Mo Gu's whereabouts were unknown, and Mo Bo was imprisoned. It was Mo Han's mother who dispersed the family wealth and made up for the loss of the national treasury.
The military government was lenient. Although Mo Bo was reinstated, the Mo family's vitality was severely damaged.
But these stones seemed to have sunk into the Yingjiang River and never showed up.
Bai Hu glanced at her: "Now, the stones that were missing back then appear one after another. What does this mean?"
Mo Han's bright eyes lit up: "My piece of Paganji Black Usha is not included. It was seized in the early years. However, the appearance of Damakan Gambling Stone shows that the person who committed the crime was trying to take advantage of this opportunity. This batch of stones is sold. So, this Damakan is just the beginning..."
The white fox gave her a pitiful look, "Poor baby, your imagination is too rich: "What you said is not impossible, but people will never let you see these stones.
As for stone gambling, a special commodity, only true stone gambling masters can give it the highest value. "
"So, Ye Qing is the best candidate to sell the stolen goods."
Although Bai Hu didn't want to admit it, it was the fact.
If it weren't for the experts in stone gambling, the stones would not be sold at high prices.
The bosses of the entire Yun Province stone gambling circle have all seen the photos of these missing gambling stones and know the cause and effect relationship between them.
Don't just buy it, even if you buy it, it will have a lot to do with it.
Only Ye Qing didn't have such worries.
Inexplicably, the white fox felt a sense of crisis.
The little maid from northern Myanmar brought clothes, and Mo Han quickly changed into them and followed the white fox down side by side.
Ye Qing, who was drinking tea side by side with Song Youqing, his eyes lit up when he saw the two girls.
Bai Hu was still wearing a white special skirt, but Mo Han put on a light green dress, revealing two white and tender legs, and her black hair was wet, soaking her shoulders. There was also a smile on the pretty face with picturesque features.
Although he took off his military uniform and lost a bit of his heroic spirit, he became a bit more charming and cute.
Mo Han didn't mind at all. Ye Qing followed Bai Hu with an aggressive look, facing Ye Qing, sitting on the single sofa opposite him, smiling at him.
At this moment, even Song Youqing's mind was shaken.
"I agree to exchange that stone for five Warrior Commander vehicles and five Warrior armed pickup trucks." Mo Han suppressed the smile on his face and said seriously: "However, each Warrior pickup truck will be given 30,000 rounds of heavy machine gun bullets. .”
Ye Qing immediately quit: "For five Warrior pickup trucks, we will give away 150,000 rounds of heavy machine gun bullets. Do you know how much a round of heavy machine gun bullets costs?"
Mo Han pursed his lips and smiled: "I don't know."
"One hundred, not kyats, but RMB!" Ye Qing sneered: "150,000 bullets, that's fifteen million, why don't you grab it."
"Old Kengpa Ganji Stone, the price you gave is just a robbery." Mo Han didn't feel guilty at all and said plausibly: "Besides, I also want 20,000 95-style pieces. If you think this business is profitable, , let’s continue talking. Otherwise, we’ll break up.”
Ye Qing asked: "Twenty thousand Nine-Five Styles, are you sure?"
"Of course I'm sure!" Mo Han said seriously: "Abba has 50,000 troops under his command. If you want to completely complete the change of clothes, how much money do you think you have?"
"More importantly, we need more warrior tanks, but the price you gave is too high and we can't afford it."
Song Youqing's mouth twitched slightly. The Warrior pickup truck manufacturer quoted 450,000 yuan, and the Type 89 heavy machine gun quoted 200,000 yuan. This guy quoted you 1.8 million yuan. Of course you think it's too expensive.
As for the heavy machine gun bullets, this guy is even more ruthless. The ex-factory price of 20 yuan is directly worth 100 yuan.
Ye Qing didn't realize that the price he was asking for was high. Now that Myanmar was sanctioned by the West, the weapons it needed came from arms dealers. The prices offered by these international arms dealers were only higher than, and definitely not lower than, his own.
Mo Han thought it was expensive, but he didn't give a more realistic price, which proved this point.
There was a smile on Mo Han's lips. In fact, arms sales in northern Myanmar are subject to price increases.
Arms dealers sell to the military government, and the military government sells them to various border troops. In the end, the price of weapons becomes very expensive.
Ye Qing is the only arms dealer so far who dares to sell weapons to the northern Myanmar army.
Therefore, no matter how high the price he offered, Mo Han was prepared to take it.
It's just that you have a good plan, and I have a wall ladder.
If you sell me weapons at a high price, I will pay for them with stones.
There is never a fixed price for stones. I have the final say on how much or how little.
"Now let's discuss the payment method."
Mo Han chuckled and said, "Mr. Ye, you haven't told me how much a Type 95 type is or how much a bullet is. It's inappropriate to discuss the payment method in such a hurry!"
"I don't think General Mobutu has enough cash to pay for these weapons."
"Of course not!" Mo Han said frankly: "So, I don't plan to pay him."
