Bang!
When the door to the police station's interrogation room was opened, the doctor looked over.
He saw two people who were beaten as bloody as gourds of blood. The police dragged them in and threw them into the house as if they were trash.
Still no trial.
Then, he just left.
The three of them looked at each other. Whether they knew each other or not, from a professional point of view, there would be no dialogue at this time. They just looked at each other quietly.
Subsequently.
The police brought a table and a TV, and also stretched out a white cord and plugged it into the TV.
The next second, after turning on the TV, the policeman left the room.
On the TV, a piece of news is playing...
"Hello all viewers, I will continue to provide you with the live broadcast of the Wa State."
"According to news from the front line, the war in the Wa State has triggered external forces to spy on our country. Some people pretended to be the Red Cross and sneaked into the Wa State Meng Neng under the pretext of 'aid' to carry out assassinations."
"Foreign friends were attacked while traveling. Thanks to the Mengneng police's timely dispatch, the crisis was resolved. During the entire police operation, four perpetrators were killed, one was seriously injured, and five were arrested. The case is currently being processed..."
Just from the attitude of the host, you could tell who was behind this news. However, the TV quickly switched to the Myanmar national channel, where the atmosphere was completely different.
"The Myanmar Red Cross quickly responded based on the 'Mong Neng incident'. They admitted their assistance to Mong Neng, but completely denied the attack!"
"And publicly issued a statement saying that this matter was framed!"
The doctor closed his eyes suddenly and took a long, deep breath. He seemed to understand his situation.
"The Red Cross organization severely condemned Meng Neng's detention without any evidence, believing it to be a massacre, and submitted an application to the Myanmar government to intervene to rescue the trapped Red Cross doctor."
…
I was sitting in front of the TV watching this news.
In the news, the host clearly had personal emotions in his statement, and he was filled with indignation at the moment when he accused the Meng Neng government of its attitude towards the Red Cross.
He is using his performance to darken Meng Meng, hoping to arouse the anger of the entire society through his words and body reactions, thereby... giving the Myanmar government an excuse to use troops against Meng Meng.
Everything was developing in the direction I had predicted. At this time, I could have pressed those doctors, but what was the use?
Even if you can produce a confession and evidence, people will say, 'You are using torture to extract a confession. The person is in your hands. What do you want to ask but you can't ask'?
Can you still explain it? !
So I didn't say anything, and despite the host's "whining and shouting" accusations on the TV, there was no response. I watched in the sunshine with a cigarette in my mouth.
Talking now is not called being reasonable. Being reasonable should mean you shut up when I speak!
I have to wait for a chance to speak.
When, when, when.
Banbula knocked on the door and entered the room. He responded to the news playing on the TV: "Master, what should we do?"
"Cold salad."
Banbula didn't even wait for me to explain, and immediately said: "I'm not talking about news, I'm talking about... a bomb!"
"Yang Rong called again and asked for money. This time he asked for a full 10 million US dollars!!"
"How many!"
I turned around with my eyes widened.
Banbra raised a finger: "Ten million dollars!"
Isn’t this a fucking knife cutting flesh?
This is to cut off my flesh piece by piece, Ling Chi!
Banbula continued: "There is no money in the account..."
"If it doesn't work, should I push him?"
"wait!"
I stopped drinking half a cup of wine.
I can indeed push this matter away. After all, there is no money in the account. You, Yang Rong, can't blame me, can you?
But I have to consider what Yang Rong will do if he doesn't get the money he wants!
"give him!"
When I gritted my teeth and made this decision, Banbra looked over in confusion.
"Ask the village to ship goods to the West Asians. In addition to offsetting Tank's old debt, I will ask him to get another ten million. Once the money arrives, don't waste even a minute. Call Yang Rong directly!"
Banbula once again spoke out the question in his heart: "Then, what if we lose both our lives and our wealth?"
He trapped everyone with a question, and then waited for the answer with a questioning look on his face.
…
Life is like this, we are waiting for the answer between giving and not giving, wanting and not wanting. Sometimes the answer is for yourself, sometimes the answer is for others, but there is always an answer.
I am not a smart person, I am not a decisive or decisive person, and no one told me how to behave in society or how to make decisions in life since I was a child...
I'm just an ordinary person.
I have used all my efforts and luck to get where I am today, so that I can make a county develop in a better direction and keep everything on track.
But when a question that could break an ant nest appeared in front of me, I was confused.
I began to think in a bad direction involuntarily, and began to understand why Lao Qiao wanted to kill people, and why he wanted to kill people without asking for a reason.
In Lao Qiao's view, once this happens, killing Yang Rong is the best solution. If the military power is taken back, the matter will cease to exist.
In his opinion, there is no problem with this solution. After all, he is a military commander himself and leading troops is a trivial matter.
But can I?
Don't ask me to lead troops, even if you ask me to handle a police station, I might not be able to figure it out.
"give him."
In this situation, these two words are all I can give.
Banbra didn't have the same cheerful voice as before, and didn't even respond, turning around in doubt.
He is a smart man. Even if he expresses his admiration for you like a river, if something completely different from what he imagined happens, he will not deny it on the spot. Instead, he will hide in the dark and watch the results.
If you win, he will come out with Big Thumb in his arms and tell you: "Master, your decision was so wise back then. I was still murmuring in my heart at that time!"
If you lose, he will jump out: "At that time, I felt that it was not possible..."
Think about it, think about it, does everyone have such a person around them, and then think about it, is everyone actually such a person?
Yes, this is the real life, the life of the people at the bottom.
Beep.
At this time, my cell phone rang.
Yang Rong actually sent a message without calling, which read: "The Burmese army has begun to prepare supplies and must send money as soon as possible."
I responded quickly: “Do whatever you can.”
Then, I held my phone and stared at it for a long time. It wasn't until the phone screen dimmed and my face reflected in the dark screen that I saw my frowning brows and worried face.
Yes, after taking over half of the Wa State, I have to fight with someone to prove my strength, so that everyone in the world can see that I, Xu Ruifeng, am not a soft persimmon that everyone can touch;
Yes, fighting the Burmese Army is currently the most profitable decision. If I can win this battle, the whole world will look at me differently.
But whether this battle can be won, who knows?
Who dares to protect the hearts of the people before the war?
At this time, I once again thought of Sun Quan when he was suppressed by Cao Cao's 800,000 troops, and I completely understood why emperors since ancient times called themselves - a lonely man! (End of chapter)
