This matter is related to the slogan in the bar.
Originally, there were many customers in the store that night, and the bartender was also from the previous store, except for a few second-generation people who often came here before.
On the surface, it looks almost exactly the same as usual, and even ordinary customers don't know that this bar has changed its staff.
But as time progressed and it reached midnight, all the ghosts and monsters waiting for their opportunity in the bar popped out.
I discovered this first. There were special people in the bar who played games and engaged in gambling. Due to the influence of alcohol, these people were very high-spirited. After a while, there were tens of thousands of dollars on the table.
But gambling is legal here after all. If they don't cause trouble, I won't bother to take care of them.
In addition, there are pimps, holding a mobile phone in their hands and constantly introducing the beauties in their hands to others, indicating the prices with their hands.
What's more, the woman took action in person, wearing revealing clothes, basically covering only three points. Occasionally, when there were large movements, it could still be seen at a glance.
They don't care about men's gazes, and just shuttle through various drinking establishments. If he finds you staring at her, he will come up to you in less than three seconds with a wine glass in hand.
"Handsome guy, are you interested in playing?" He asked calmly and appropriately.
As for the place to play, the cheaper ones can be settled directly in the toilet, while the more expensive ones can be taken out to spend the night.
I don't care about this kind of transaction in the bar. After all, it's not my money and it's legal.
But I really can't stand the last one. These people carry a small bag and don't drink much after coming in. They keep looking around as if they are looking for prey.
Once they find a target, they will immediately approach it and take out noodles or various colorful things from their small satchel.
I knew that this thing was rampant in northern Myanmar, and it was inevitable as long as you opened a bar, but what surprised me the most was that these people were organized.
There are a total of three people in my bar. They are all carrying a satchel and are constantly shuttling back and forth in the bar. They are dressed similarly and have almost the same techniques. From time to time, they will get together to have a drink and take a break.
There are various signs that they are a group, and they come to my bar in bulk in an organized and planned manner.
I really couldn't tolerate this kind of thing, so I immediately called Song Hao and blocked one of them in the toilet.
"Brother, do you know Chinese?" Song Hao asked coldly, blocking the door.
"What do you want to do?" The bulk cargo man glanced at us warily, put his satchel behind him, and asked in broken Chinese.
"Didn't you see the words on the wall prohibiting the trading of prohibited items?" I pointed to the big words on the toilet wall and asked.
He looked at us with some confusion and said: "This street is Dong Ge's territory. We will go to every casino, bar, KTV, and bathhouse to bulk goods! This is Dong Ge's rule!"
I was stunned, and Song Hao and I looked at each other, and we both saw the confusion in the other's eyes.
We had no idea that the entire street belonged to Dong Ge and that bulk cargo was Dong Ge’s rule.
Seeing that Brother Dong didn't even know about us, he immediately straightened his back and said, "Brother Dong is covering this area. If you want to do business, you can only have people from Brother Dong in the place. If he finds out, If someone sells secretly or lets others come in to sell, Brother Dong will invite these people to his fighting arena for tea!"
"Nine out of ten people who go in can't get out of that place..."
"Stop, stop, stop! Who asked you to brag about your brother Dong? Brother Cheng is asking you why you came to the bar to buy bulk goods after seeing the writing on the wall!" Song Hao listened impatiently and stepped forward to give him a kick.
The young bulk cargo boy who was kicked to the ground stared at us with a resentful look on his face, not taking us seriously at all.
"Brother Dong will not let you go if you attack me, and these signs in your store are blocking Brother Dong's way of making money. If Brother Dong finds out, you will die without knowing how."
"Male Gobi, you're still screaming, right?" Song Hao directly took out his pistol and pointed it at him, saying coldly.
"Blow, keep blowing your Dong brother, see if he can save you after I shoot!"
When he saw the real guy, he became much more honest, and said with a sad face: "I'm just a bulk goods dealer, and it's not something I can decide! If you have anything to do, go to Brother Dong."
"Isn't the reason why I came here just to contact Brother Dong? I don't know any Brother Dong!"
"Take your companions back and tell your brother Dong that these prohibited items are not allowed in my store. If he wants to bulk goods, he can go elsewhere! If he doesn't want to, I will chop off the hands of any of you who dare to bulk goods!"
Although doing this will cause us new troubles, we must have a bottom line as a human being. Some things cannot be all based on pros and cons.
The trade of contraband is my bottom line. I don’t want to cause the death of some people’s families or the separation of their wives and children because of me. I don’t want to bear too many sins anymore, even if I am an enemy of others, I will do whatever it takes.
Even if this Brother Dong is very powerful and has many soldiers and horses, and I am no match, I will still do this for the sake of the few justice in my heart.
Taking a step back, I really can't resist Brother Dong. I can abandon my belongings and run away. After all, I haven't learned anything else since I came to northern Myanmar, but I am very good at escaping.
After letting the bulk carrier go, he immediately called his two companions and ran out of the Internet cafe in a hurry.
"Brother Cheng, aren't we in a good situation? If this Brother Dong really has two brushes..." Song Hao said with some worry.
"Don't worry, we are not vegetarians either. Let Zhao Yan and Aqiu take care of them. There will be guests coming later!" I said calmly.
These bulk cargo guys will definitely convey my words to the so-called Dong brother, and they will most likely add fuel to the fire.
According to the tone of this bulk cargo guy, Brother Dong is the boss of this street. His men were beaten when their bulk cargo was blocked, so there was no way he wouldn't come looking for them.
Not even half an hour after the bulk boy left, the door of the bar was pushed open.
A bald middle-aged man walked out from the two younger brothers, wearing a big gold chain, holding two walnuts in his hand, and hanging a cigar, looking like a big brother in the world.
Behind him were seven or eight other men wearing uniforms. Some of them had guns in their hands, and some of them had machetes in their hands.
As he walked in, someone recognized him, and the originally noisy bar gradually became quiet.
He asked loudly when he came to the bar and ordered a glass of wine to moisten his throat.
"Who is the boss here?"
"It's me!" I slowly walked out from behind, came to Brother Dong's side, and also ordered a glass of wine.
"Hey, you look quite young. I didn't expect this guy Bai Wenfei to actually sell the bar to you!"
He looked at me carefully and seemed not to remember that there was someone like me in Xiaomengla.
"Brother, which path are you from?"
"I don't know which road I'm on, but I'm not on the same road as you!" I snorted coldly.
"Oh, what a courage!"
Brother Dong sneered, and the younger brothers following him immediately gathered around him.
"If Bai Wenfei doesn't want to let my people bulk up, maybe I'll just let it go, but you just jumped out of nowhere and broke the rules as soon as you started! You have to give me an explanation, right?"
