Chapter 904 Can I spend money to sacrifice my life?

Style: Romance Author: Wandering around the world with a knifeWords: 2157Update Time: 24/01/11 13:54:25
I don’t know which bird said it, money is not everything, but there is nothing you can’t do without money.

When Lao Gou left Kokang, he only took some elites with him, so Lao Gou was short of money.

But the old dog has no ability to make money and can only kill people for money.

In other words, whether he fell into the hands of Chinese military officers or the Kachin people, he would die.

The difference is whether one person dies or the whole family dies together.

If it fell into the hands of Chinese soldiers or officials, he would die alone.

If it fell into the hands of the Kachin people, the entire family died.

Only if it falls into the hands of Lao Gou's people, they can buy their lives with money, and no one has to die.

Ye Qing looked at him with a smile. The highest level of deception is nine lies and one truth. The highest level of deception is to tell lies with your eyes open without blinking.

The fat cook looked at him sincerely: "Can I spend money to buy my life?"

"We are very honest." Ye Qing's face became serious: "Since we have taken old Sangji's money, we must kill people."

"The person Old Sangji asked you to kill was Nong Gui, not me!" The fat cook said anxiously: "Besides, in the eyes of Old Sangji, I am not even a piece of shit. He doesn't care at all whether I die or not. ..."

"But if I can't catch you, I can hand you over to old Sangji..."

The fat cook gritted his teeth: "Can you really kill Nong Guai?"

"I don't know!" Ye Qing shook his head: "Now, not only are we looking for him, but even the Chinese military and officials are probably looking for him. He will definitely die, but I just don't know who he will die for. in the hands."

The fat cook's heart tightened when he heard it. He guessed that if he fell into the hands of the military, he would definitely die, but if he fell into the hands of an official, he would not necessarily die. Once he escapes... "I know where to hide."

Ye Qing stared at him deeply: "You can be sure that Nongchai didn't hear the news that the Colored Rock Sugar Factory was rounded up by the Chinese military and fled back to northern Myanmar."

"No." The fat cook said firmly, "His hiding place is safe."

"Safe!" Ye Qing narrowed his eyes: "As a drug dealer in the Golden Triangle, where in China is safe?"

"Mr. Mu's villa in Delong."

"Mr. Mu!" Ye Qing's face twitched: "That Mr. Mu!"

"Mu Yuanfang..."

Ye Qing was stunned and said suspiciously: "Who is this great god again?"

"This is the real master!" The fat cook looked at him solemnly: "Do the three brothers of the Mu family know..."

"Mu Jiajie, Mu Jiaxiong, Mu Jiajun!"

"The great master of the Mu family I'm talking about is their uncle and brother." The fat cook gritted his teeth and said: "He was originally a bold man. After General Mu became famous, he came to recognize his relatives.

With the support of the Mu family, a jewelry and jade company was opened in Delong. Because of the official care, the business was huge. "

Ye Qing's eyes flashed and he changed the subject: "Guess what the purpose of this border crossing is!"

The fat chef smiled and said, "As you know, the prohibited goods business requires both property and goods. The value of this shipment is as high as 200 million, but this buyer never pays with cash, but with jade."

"Are you sure it's jade, not rough stone?"

"It's the kind of jadeite stone on the public market that is cut in half with one knife!"

"So this batch of goods left from Nongdao!"

The fat cook couldn't keep up with Ye Qing's thinking, so he thought about it carefully before coming to his senses.

"Originally I went through Chaoshan, but for some reason, the road to Chaoshan was cut off." The fat cook frowned and said, "Therefore, we can only go through northern Myanmar..."

"Northern Burma, there, Bhamo, Myitkyina or Mandalay." Ye Qing rolled his eyes, and the closest place to Nongdao was Bhamo. But there are no international flights to Bhamo Airport.

The fat cook said with a sad face: "I really don't know this."

Ye Qing nodded. Don't say he didn't know. Even if he knew, there was nothing he could do. Those who could send contraband onto the plane were all military bosses. My size in northern Myanmar is simply not good enough in front of others.

"Who is this mysterious buyer?"

The fat chef banged his head against the wall in distress: "I deliver food to the underground factory. How could I know such a secret?"

Ye Qing shook his head and smiled: "Then you must know who the real owner of this colorful rock candy factory is!"

"He's an overseas Chinese!"

"what is his name?"

"I only heard people call her Shen, but I never knew her name."

Ye Qing pulled out a dog-leg knife and looked at the woman lying in the living room with an evil look: "You must not know."

The fat cook's heart began to tremble, and he said with a sad face: "Why do I know this?"

"As a manager of a factory, I don't even know who the owner of the factory is. Who would believe such a thing!"

"The Colored Rock Sugar Factory is a Colored Rock Sugar Factory, and the underground drug manufacturing factory is an underground drug manufacturing factory. Even the leadership of the rock sugar factory does not know that there is a drug manufacturing factory underground." The fat cook tried his best to defend: "Meals and drugs are all passed through An elevator transports up and down..."

"But you, the cook, know too much!"

In Panjiayuan, words are also called deception.

Because Panjiayuan is a flea market, whether it is from the Shang and Zhou dynasties or last week, or from the Ming and Qing dynasties, all handicrafts are sold at the price of antiques.

Therefore, selling is deceiving.

But once some people are deceived, the consequences are serious.

This forced the Panjiayuan hawker to develop extraordinary speaking skills, and he could reveal your identity in just a few words. Only then can we decide whether to sell last week’s antiques to you at Shang and Zhou prices.

Moreover, every word he said did not refer to the age of the antique, but in your ears, it told you that it was from the Shang and Zhou dynasties and was very valuable.

Ye Qing used this kind of deception when interrogating the fat cook. Every word he said was plain and ordinary, but every word he said was full of hints.

The fat cook had an embarrassed look on his face. He didn't know why he didn't know what to say.

Moreover, some things he really knew, and some he just guessed.

After all, he was responsible for receiving and delivering the goods every time Nong Guai came. As time went by, Nong Guai's whereabouts were no longer a secret to him.

Ye Qing wanted to laugh when he heard this. The fat cook was not smart, but he liked to think blindly, and he couldn't tell anyone about the many things he thought about, not even his wife, so he kept them in his heart.

Therefore, when I have to talk, I become a talkative and talk quickly.

"Is it possible that the mysterious buyer is this overseas Chinese named Shen?"

The fat cook looked inexplicably horrified: "He buys his own goods."

"Because the goods do not belong to him, but to Dad Guogan and Lin Cheng. The purpose of this factory is to purify the goods again." Ye Qing said with a smile: "The purified goods are the prohibited goods he wants. "

The fat chef suddenly realized: "This makes sense. She has never been to this rock sugar factory since it was built."

Ye Qing suddenly had an idea: "Then who usually manages the rock sugar factory?"

"He's a Guotou under Erguotou of the caravan."