(Thank you for your suggestions, I will work harder to write.)
(The plot begins to reach its climax today.)
"Fuck..."
A white GAC van shuttled through the traffic on the streets of Yangon.
The Bombay boy stuck his head out of the window.
He looked at the racing party on a green Suzuki motorcycle that was less than fifteen centimeters away from him in the rearview mirror, and spouted a series of curse words in a mixture of English, Burmese and Hindi.
Unlike the United States, which is 16 years old, the age allowed to take a driver's license in Myanmar is 18 years old, but the traffic police on the road basically don't care.
There are a high number of motorcycles here, and the streets and alleys are filled with young people who help carry goods for their families, or simply go to work wearing flip-flops and riding motorcycles.
Yangon is considered an international metropolis with very good traffic security in Myanmar. There are many foreign tourists from Dongxia, RB, Singapore, Europe and the United States.
If you go a few hundred kilometers north, in the mixed provinces near the Golden Triangle, it is not easy to find a motor vehicle with a legal license plate.
Gu Weijing has become accustomed to the traffic environment here.
He turned a blind eye to the chaotic streets in front of him. He took out a small piece of paper from his body in the rickety car and checked the goods in the back of the van.
I don't understand why, but Miss Mona suddenly became cold towards me.
The other party handed his small box to the clerk in the store and politely asked him to leave.
Fortunately, this kind of pure gold has no worries about marketability.
The Mumbai guy in the store was busy reading a novel, casually weighed the gold coins on the scale, made a few calls to Mr. Shantanu, and at noon gave him a bundle of banknotes worth about 5 million kyats. .
It is probably the story of the counterattack of migrant workers in the novel "White Tiger" that activated the entrepreneurial spirit of this Mumbai boy.
The gold shop clerk needs to work in the afternoon.
After collecting Gu Weijing 200,000 kyats as labor fee for running errands, he offered to help purchase the things Gu Weijing needed.
"Don't worry, everything is in the car."
The boy from Mumbai honked his horn fiercely at a taxi that came to borrow the passage. He turned his head and smiled at Gu Weijing, baring his yellow teeth, and snapped his fingers.
"I guarantee there will be no problem."
Children's crayons, cheap sketchbooks, stationery, building blocks, comics, black and white game consoles that can play Tetris and Pixel Tank Battle...
Several million kyats have enough purchasing power to buy cheap goods.
Myanmar's per capita GDP is very low and its currency is worthless, but on the other hand, consumption here is also very low.
As long as you don't mind the somewhat questionable looking hygiene.
A large portion of fish soup served at a street stall is served with coriander, rice noodles and leftover fried dough sticks soaked in it. Locals call this food mohinga.
A bowl only costs 600 kyats, which is about RMB 1.8 cents.
A pack of Xi'e brand cigarettes produced by the Kokang Cigarette Factory costs about 800 kyats. I took away a large plastic bag of tropical fruits from the hands of the children who were helping to sell fruits and freshly squeezed juices. I only had to put two ounces in their little hands. One thousand kyat coins.
The small toys Gu Weijing asked for could fill a van.
"Where are we going? This van is borrowed and we have to return it tonight. We can't go too far."
Miss Mona has a Volvo XC60 city SUV at home. She usually takes that car to go to school, but naturally the Mumbai boy cannot use the owner’s car when doing private work.
"Right in Yangon, Layada District."
Gu Weijing took out a piece of paper with an address written on it.
This was the note he asked the guy from the VIP special service team who was standing guard.
According to regulations, it is impossible for the other party to tell him his identity, but a large number of Myanmar's special forces are from drug enforcement backgrounds, so the other party must be familiar with groups such as drug orphans.
drug orphans,
They are a common group of people around the Golden Triangle, in the Silver Crescent of the Middle East, in Latin America... and in all places where drugs are rampant.
The term generally refers to a group of orphans whose parents died due to illegal drugs or the drug war.
After parents or relatives die or disappear, children with no one to take care of them will become orphans. Such orphans often freeze to death, starve to death, die in accidents, or are trafficked.
Myanmar is a place with a warm climate.
Contrary to what many people imagine, death from hypothermia does not necessarily need to occur during a snowy season.
Around ten degrees is already a high temperature for hypothermia.
Because of the high humidity, temperatures of more than ten degrees can completely freeze someone to death under extreme conditions.
In Yangon, news often shows that after rain or after the climate suddenly drops, orphans who have died of frostbite due to low temperatures are found on bridge piers and other places.
Tragedies like the little match girl in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale in the 19th century are still happening again and again in modern times.
Gu Weijing hopes to do his best to help these children.
However, after I was defrauded by the water fund last time, I knew that the water in the orphanage might be deep, so I wanted to listen to the advice of these professionals.
After listening to Gu Weijing's request, the special agent was a little moved by his kindness at such a young age.
After thinking about it, I wrote him a note.
Gu Weijing took out a note from his pocket and it read: "Good Luck Orphanage."
…
Laydaya District,
This is a slum in Yangon and an industrial-intensive area in Myanmar.
In the past, Yangon's pillar industry was the tourism industry surrounding the Shwedagon Pagoda, the Rhine Lake, and the old British-style buildings in the city.
However, with the improvement of the political environment in recent years, many foreign-invested factories have appeared in the upper reaches of the Yangon River, and accordingly a large number of migrant workers have poured into Yangon.
In Laydaya District, you can see continuous bungalows and simple houses built with scaffolding and iron sheets everywhere on the roadside.
Most of the people living in these slums are young factory workers and their families.
They found jobs but couldn't find housing, so the simple shacks on the roadside spread as quickly as moss after rain.
The shanty towns in Laydaya emerged not long ago, only about five years, which is not too long.
There are probably less than half a million residents living here in total, and the population density is far less than those giant slums in Tianzhu or Malaysia that often have millions of people.
The van followed the navigation map and wandered around the twists and turns of the shanty town. After walking a few streets and more than ten minutes, it finally found its destination.
The predecessor of Good Luck Orphanage was a church welfare home during the colonial period.
The missionaries left with the British a hundred years ago, but the orphanage has basically been preserved. The property rights have changed hands several times, but it is still being operated in a haphazard manner to this day.
"Hello, sir. This is Mr. Gu, right? You are welcome to come."
Gu Weijing called the orphanage before arriving, and the person in charge of the orphanage was already waiting outside the door.
This is a Burmese woman in her forties, wearing an old-looking green coat and a traditional national headdress on her forehead.
Gu Weijing got off the station and stood at the entrance of the orphanage.
He didn't speak.
People say that a city has a bright side and a dark side.
Along the Yangon River where Gu Weijing lived, this ancient oriental city is the most glorious side.
The lake as bright as a mirror, the tourist capital with charming scenery, and the shining golden Shwedagon Pagoda are printed on tourist business cards and are sent to all directions by tourists from all over the world.
A few streets away in the same city, there is the back of the coin. The shadows under the light are chaotic, narrow alleys that look like self-reproducing iron shacks stacked together.
Gu Weijing has lived in Yangon for more than ten years, but has never set foot on this land, not even once.
And slums are always the dark side of the city.
Thousands of people are crowded into small buildings, and the air is filled with an atmosphere of oppression. All kinds of illegal crimes, theft, robbery and prostitution are commonplace here.
The location of this orphanage is considered dilapidated even in Layada district.
There are desolate buildings in front of us. It is almost night at this time, and the last light of the sky shines on this dim land from the west.
There are no lights, no running water, only the faint sound of a baby crying in the distance and an old woman holding a candle.
Gu Weijing didn't notice,
The pointer on his mood meter trembled violently.
