In response to his warm greeting, I still gave him a cold face. Looking at his hand in the air, I didn't give any response.
Instead, he said coldly: "Don't waste my time."
Yang Zhikang felt a little surprised by my attitude, and the expression on his face looked very strange.
He glanced at Yuan Zhifeng.
In response to my indifference, Yuan Zhifeng said with a smile: "Boss Yang, don't mind. He has had this character since he was a child. It's not directed at you. Let's go to the city. The young master's important matters are important."
Yuan Zhifeng urged me to enter the city. I knew very well that he felt that as long as I entered the city, I would be a clay figure in his hands, and he could shape it however he wanted.
Yang Zhikang nodded, and then made a gesture of invitation.
I went into the city with Uncle Wu and the others.
Yang Zhikang and Yuan Zhifeng led the way.
Although there is a curfew in the city, it only applies to civilians, and to the powerful, it is just a dispensable piece of paper.
The entire city is scattered on the west bank of the Irrawaddy River, on a plain as flat as a table, surrounded by vast virgin forests.
Thick and dense broad-leaved trees on the streets flood the city like countless large parasols.
There are many black markings on these huge broad-leaved trees. These marks are all traces left by the war.
On the dim city streets, there are only a few supermarkets, convenience stores, and snack bars with Chinese written on them, which are still open 24 hours a day.
On both sides of the street, there are many GMC military ten-wheel trucks and military jeeps left over from the United States during World War II.
The city is very, very dilapidated and there are almost no signs of the new era.
As soon as we entered the city, we saw several armed men walking over, holding old-fashioned AKs in their hands and wearing military uniforms.
After they appeared, they immediately surrounded us.
Uncle Wu and his horsemen kept surrounding me tightly, looking very nervous.
But Yuan Zhifeng said with a full sense of ridicule: "Lao Wu, are you sometimes afraid? But don't be nervous, we are all our own people, aren't we Boss Yang?"
Yang Zhikang chuckled and said: "Brother, for the sake of safety, it's better to remove the thing from your hands."
After saying that, they saw the group of people holding up American charges and aiming at Uncle Wu.
Uncle Wu gritted his teeth and looked at Yuan Zhifeng and said, "You fucking beast..."
Yuan Zhifeng narrowed his eyes tightly and gritted his teeth and said: "Lao Wu, I have tolerated you for a long time. When the boss was here, you stepped on me. Now that the boss is gone, you still want to step on me? I tell you You, be honest, this is northern Myanmar.
My territory! "
Uncle Wu wanted to say something else, so I said coldly: "Don't waste my time."
After hearing this, Uncle Wu obediently took out his pistol from his suit pocket.
Soon, they were disarmed by Yang Zhikang's people.
Seeing this, Yuan Zhifeng became even more proud.
Hehe smiled and said: "The young master is the young master, he is indeed courageous."
Yang Zhikang also laughed and said, "I'm sorry, Master Wan, I have to trouble you to take the bus."
As he said that, a dilapidated old green bus drove over.
I didn't hesitate, walked straight onto the bus, walked to the last seat of the bus and sat down.
"Get up, hurry up and get up here, damn, anyone who doesn't want to die, get up here!"
Yuan Zhifeng arrogantly drove Uncle Wu's men onto the bus.
Everyone got into the car reluctantly.
When everyone got on the bus, they saw a man carrying an American Charger coming up, holding a gun, and staring coldly at all of us.
Everyone's expressions turned gloomy, especially Uncle Wu's.
The anger that had been suppressed for a long time now turned into hatred like a demon, appearing on his face.
And I still closed my eyes and meditated.
Soon, the car started.
The dilapidated bus swayed toward an unknown destination.
The car had been driving for about ten minutes when I heard the creak of the heavy iron door opening.
I know that the destination should be arrived.
I opened my eyes and looked at the outside world through the light of the car lights.
In front of me is a tall building made of reinforced concrete that is rare in the entire city of Myitkyina. The whole building is very Southeast Asian style.
The high-rise building has an arc-shaped golden roof, and the building has pure white walls. The strong river breeze blows in your face, and the sound of splashing water is endless.
Like Miami Beach, it makes me a little nostalgic for my leisure time on vacation with Anna.
"Get off the bus, get off the bus!"
At the sound of a fierce command, Fifth Uncle's horses got out of the car one after another, and were then asked to stand facing the wall with their heads in their hands.
"Master Wan, get out of the car!"
After hearing what Yang Zhikang said, I calmly got off the bus.
When I got off the car, I saw the magnificent villa scenery.
It is hard to imagine that in a poor world where there are few tall buildings in the entire city, such a luxurious villa is hidden by the river.
The villa is very large, as big as a football field, with a private golf course, a swimming pool tens of meters long, and even four yachts docked on the riverside.
In front of the door, stood two guards equipped with heavy machine guns, who were also KIA's private armed forces. They guarded the place tightly.
Yuan Zhifeng said with a sinister look: "Master, don't be afraid. Boss Yang is also Chinese. As the saying goes, you rely on your brothers at home and your friends when you go out. If you come to have fun, Boss Yang will definitely "greet" you well."
After saying that, he burst into a sinister smile, but he didn't write all the calculations in his heart on his face.
Yang Zhikang sneered and made a gesture of invitation.
I didn't hesitate and walked straight into the villa.
The villa is very luxurious, with many rockery jade stones, landscape trees, and many jadeite stones.
However, it is full of a rustic flavor.
Like a nouveau riche, trying his best to decorate his poor inner connotation with luxurious materials, but it seems nondescript.
I saw a photo hanging on the wall. On it, Yang Zhikang was standing in the center, with more than ten young and beautiful women standing behind him.
Some were holding children, some were holding pet dogs, and some were kneeling beside Yang Zhikang in a prostrate position. Yang Zhikang was like an emperor, enjoying the treatment like an emperor.
I heard the footsteps of two people.
Then he looked back at Yang Zhikang and asked coldly: "Are these your wife and children?"
Yang Zhikang said with a proud smile: "Yes, they are all my wives. In my life, I have married a total of twelve wives and given birth to eighteen children.
In northern Myanmar, it's like this. As long as you have money, you can be the emperor. No, here, it's even more fun than the emperor.
As long as you are willing to spend money, the Kachin Independence Armed Forces are willing to work as security guards for you.
Master Wan, do you want to stay and be a local emperor like me? "
I shook my head and felt that he was really LOW.
Marry a few wives, have a few children, and find a few people who can shoot guns to guard the door. Is this the treatment of an emperor?
I think he is even a little pitiful because he has no idea what the outside world is like.
In the United States, this is standard equipment for any gangster.
I then asked: "Do they all live here?"
Yang Zhikang felt a little strange, with a strange look on his face, and he didn't seem to understand why I was asking these boring questions.
Then, he nodded and said with some discomfort: "That's natural. Of course a family must live together."
After hearing this, I smiled coldly.
I hope you didn't cheat on my dad.
Otherwise, I will definitely let your family
"Die neatly!"
