Jade is Myanmar's most precious resource, and Myanmar's jade production ranks first in the world.
The proportion reached 70%.
Of the annual market valuation of more than 200 billion yuan, 100 billion is produced in Kachin State.
Such high income is also an important reason why Kachin State has continued to trigger armed conflicts between the Myanmar Army and the Kachin Independence Army over the past sixty years.
Of course, there is also a military organization here called the "Wa State Army". They are actually the Wa Army of the beautiful country.
The source and trigger of all wars are directed by this army.
This is a method that the beautiful country has always used.
Use war to plunder resources.
Over the past sixty years, this army, which exists as a company, has reaped tens of billions of dollars in profits for the Henry family interest group.
However, in modern times, the jade resources in Kachin State have gradually dried up, and the profits are not as good as before. Those spokesmen who make profits through this place have begun to look for successors.
And that taker is me.
In the name of John's family, I acquired 51% of the equity of this company for US$100 million.
The reason is not all, but I just want to use the military's influence here.
The people who control the entire private armed forces in Kachin State are the "Henry" family.
It can be said that the entire private armed forces in Kachin State are working for me.
In the eyes of others, I spent $100 million to buy a rubbish sunset industry.
However, no one expected it.
I bought a money printing machine.
Although the jadeite ore in California also has color, the quality is very poor, and it is not recognized by the Chinese.
However, as long as I label him as the Kachin State in northern Myanmar, whether he is transported to the country or stays in the beautiful country.
The value can appreciate tenfold.
This is one of the reasons why our company is valued at over billions of dollars.
Sometimes I feel pitiful for those people in China who are wandering around in the world.
They are really, so unworldly. For the sake of a small business, they scheming and fighting, their heads were broken and bloody, and the money they earned was not enough to support them in retirement.
And I just sit in the office, take a pen, sign a document, and earn US dollars while lying down.
The amount of money they earn is always beyond their imagination.
As for those domestic gangsters, they think that if they get a tattoo, dye their fur, wear a vest, and occupy land in small groups, they are the underworld.
But actually, the real underworld.
I will always be the "gentle scum" like me who wears a suit and tie and sits in the office making up the rules of the game.
From Kuncheng to Kachin State, it is a total of 800 kilometers.
First go to Tengchong, then cross the Irrawaddy River Steel Bridge and then arrive at Myitkyina, the capital of Kachin State.
The drive takes ten hours in total.
This road is called the Horse Trade Line.
This is the road my dad has traveled the most in his life.
Even though this route is thousands of miles long, I am not willing to fight through it tonight.
Tonight, I must figure out why this stone caused my dad to lose so miserably.
I closed my eyes, recharged my batteries, and quietly enjoyed the peace that only lasted ten hours.
If I find out that they really cheated my dad.
The blood will definitely dye the Irrawaddy River red!
The car drives from day to night, from inside the country to outside the country, from light to darkness.
When the car stepped onto the Irrawaddy Steel Bridge, the whole world became two extremes.
The side that relies on the country is still brightly lit, while the side built in Myanmar is dim.
Myanmar has insufficient power supply, so at night, the entire country experiences power cuts.
Except for relatively important institutions that have lights, other places have returned to the darkness of primitive society.
Our motorcade parked in front of the entrance of the capital Myitkyina City, waiting for Yuan Zhifeng's arrival.
Because Myitkyina is a war-torn city, there is a curfew at night, and no one can be seen at the city entrance late at night.
The whole city is like a ghost town.
At this time, dilapidated vans, like an army of ants, were driving towards us.
When the door of the van opened, dozens of people got out of the van, and the word indifference was written on everyone's face.
Like a wild ghost about to eat people, its eyes gave me a faint green light.
Especially, Yuan Zhifeng.
I saw him getting out of the car, spreading his hands, and the fear, humility, and ugliness on his face were all gone.
Put on a cheerful and triumphant smile.
He walked up to me perversely and spoke to me in a vibrato of suppressed excitement.
"My precious young master, welcome to the hell of men...Northern Myanmar!"
Yuan Zhifeng's crazy smile was full of unscrupulousness, as if a trapped beast had finally escaped from its cage and bit the person who trapped him in its mouth.
He couldn't wait any longer and wanted to tear me into pieces.
Uncle Wu was always by my side, with one hand in his pocket, holding the gun.
This made Yuan Zhifeng a little afraid, but his eyes no longer looked as humble and begging for mercy as he had ten hours ago.
Yes, it's just more fanatical light than at first.
I have no expression or emotion towards his arrogance.
He just raised his hand and looked at the watch on his wrist, and then looked around again.
Didn't see any other convoys.
As for my waiting, Yuan Zhifeng also seemed a little anxious.
He also looked towards the dark world behind him, and he seemed more anxious than me.
"Fuck you!"
Yuan Zhifeng cursed.
I couldn't help but laugh.
As I looked into the dark world, it seemed that no other cars would ever come, and the person Yuan Zhifeng was waiting for would never come either.
What a cunning person Ma Zhiyong is, how could he not know that Yuan Zhifeng wants to use him as a scapegoat.
Moreover, his son is still in my hands. If he and Yuan Zhifeng kill me, the risks will outweigh the benefits.
Therefore, he let go of Yuan Zhifeng's pigeons.
This is an extremely clever approach.
I asked: "Who are you waiting for?"
After hearing my words, Yuan Zhifeng quickly came to his senses and said harshly: "No."
As he spoke, a strong light from a searchlight erupted in the city, illuminating the entire dark night sky.
At this time, I saw a man wearing Myanmar's special national costume "Lungi" walking out of the city checkpoint.
Behind him were two private armed men armed with live ammunition.
Yuan Zhifeng seemed even more excited about this person's arrival.
Then he walked over excitedly, shook hands with the other person, and exchanged greetings, as if he were meeting old friends.
I stared at this person carefully.
He is middle-aged, stout and obese. He wears a longi, which means that the upper body is a gorgeous gown and the lower body is a long skirt that is wrapped in cloth and looks like a cylinder.
On her feet was a pair of flip-flops similar to clogs.
Wearing gold and silver, a piece of emerald green jade hangs around her neck, and her fingers are covered with jade rings of various colors.
It can be said that wealth is compelling.
At this time, the other party came over with a smile, stretched out his hand to me, and greeted me warmly.
"Hello, Master Wan, I am Yang Zhikang, welcome to the lawless place - Myitkyina!"
