Chapter 454 The Unsung Hero
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In the warm sunshine, a mature man about 35 years old was walking on Yeda Street. His face looked a little pale, and his delicate eyes behind his boundless glasses seemed to hide a little melancholy. This person was Wu Heng, who had returned to Myanmar after several twists and turns a month and a half after being discharged from the hospital.
After more than three months, he was very surprised by his strong appearance.
The pungent smell emitted from the manhole covers of the originally dilapidated roads was gone, and the uneven streets turned into flat and clean asphalt roads. The street tramps and arrogant gangsters that could be seen everywhere seemed to have suddenly disappeared. Many shops and commercial and residential buildings on the street were being renovated nervously. Although the number of tourists was obviously much less than in the past, the entire Daqili seemed to be more comfortable and peaceful than before.
Wu Heng walked to the gate of Oriental Paradise and found that a large number of construction workers were entering and leaving this bustling entertainment venue. It turned out that the place was undergoing a complete renovation work. The Golden Eagle Travel Agency on the left side of the entertainment city gate has been newly decorated. Dozens of tourists were sitting or standing, talking happily in a quiet voice. Soon after, under the guidance of the dark blue flag in the hands of the beautiful Burmese tour guide, crossed the highway and walked down the newly repaired cruise ship dock. The beautiful and luxurious "Border Town No. 2" cruise ship was quietly docking on the dock.
After hiking west for more than ten minutes, Wu Heng came to the place where he was plotted against, trying to find some of the old atmosphere of the city, but then he was surprised to find that this place was originally deserted and smelly ditched, a large courtyard was built, two large warehouses stood in the yard, and a large sign with Burmese, Thai and Chinese characters was hung at the entrance of the tall courtyard: Daqili Jimin Medicine Company.
He shook his head, sighed slightly, and returned to the downtown area again.
Passing by a bustling street intersection, he carefully observed left and right, then he walked into a photo studio next to him as if nothing had happened. He asked the salesperson to take out two Kodak films, put them down, and walked straight into the inner room, climbing up the narrow stairs. He came to the door of the north and knocked around. A round-faced woman in her forties opened the door from the inside. When she saw Wu Heng, she immediately grabbed his hand in surprise and closed the door casually.
"Xiao Wu, my God! I thought I wouldn't see you anymore. If Lao Li hadn't called me last month, I wouldn't know what I would be worried about... Have you healed your injuries?" The round-faced woman with a charming and round face asked with a look of concern.
Wu Heng smiled slightly and said gratefully: "Thank you sister! My injuries have healed. On the day I was assassinated, I happened to meet a doctor from China. The doctor was very skilled in medical skills and rescued me from the brink of death. At the beginning of the month, when I was in a follow-up examination at Beijing 301 Hospital, the two old professors were very surprised and repeatedly asked about my injuries and the operation. But how could I know? After waking up, I went to Guanghua Hospital in Chiang Rai, Thailand for no reason. I lay there for dozens of days, but I was so bored."
The round-faced woman smiled happily and said, "It's good that people are fine! Do our job... Oh, let's not talk about these unpleasant things... I'll have a cup of tea to quench my thirst. When are you planning to go back to Mandalay?"
"I won't go back for the time being, I guess I'll stay here for a while. By the way, have you let go of the interview with Jingdong?" Wu Heng asked in a low voice.
The round-faced woman shook her head regretfully: "No. Now, unless there is a signature from Mayor General Wen Song of Daqili, no reporter can enter Jingdong. During this period, European, American, Japanese and Korean journalists have basically gathered in Daqili. Because only the situation in the west to the south of Jingdong is stable, and it is relatively close to Jingdong. Once the pressure on the Myanmar government is successful, they can rush to the war zone north of Jingdong as quickly as possible. However, I have a news here: Jingdong will be a few days later.
The government will allow some journalists to visit the Dayao Mountain area, which is the mountain between Mumpaya and Lemei. All living in it are Yao and Miao people from China migrate from China. I heard that it is the largest demonstration area for the poppy alternative planting program in the Golden Triangle. It was funded by the Myanmar Brothers Foundation. I have read newspapers these two days and reported that the Dayao Mountain Highway will be completed and opened to traffic on November 25th."
Wu Heng was stunned when he heard this, and then asked anxiously: "Slow down, sister, this foundation is not a branch of the Thai (Asian) Brothers Foundation, right?"
"That's right! It's it! At the beginning of this year, the Thai Brothers Foundation donated five million US dollars to our domestic Hope Project at one time and helped many schools in remote mountainous areas. In the past two months, their Myanmar Brothers Foundation has also invested millions of dollars in the Daqili area, involving many industries, and is also very generous to the Daqili Municipal Government. The municipal engineering that has been completed is also their aid. Haven't you noticed that the streets are much more refreshing and pleasing to the eyes along the way? By the way, why did you think of asking this? Are you familiar with them?" the round-faced woman asked strangely.
Wu Heng nodded: "I'm not very familiar with it, but the Guanghua hospital I stayed in was invested by this foundation. Now they enjoy a high reputation in Thailand, and several shareholders have been received by Thailand's kingly land. Xu Ziliang, the current president of the foundation, has also been awarded a medal. Their land is well-known in Chiang Rai. Yesterday I just handed over the 30,000 yuan I had previously been hospitalized to the hospital, and now the receipt is still in my pocket."
The round-faced woman nodded, then shook her head and sighed: "The newspaper said that they have invested millions of dollars in carrying out a plan to support Dayao Mountain. For this reason, the Myanmar government has given this foundation many preferential treatment. For example, at present, only their vehicles can be transported to Jingdong and all over the country of Myanmar. The two off-road vehicles of their foundation are inspection-free vehicles and enjoy the same treatment as the logistics departments under the military government. In my opinion, a private foundation can achieve this level, and the inside story in the middle will never be so simple!"
Wu Heng nodded thoughtfully: "Sister, after I came back this time, I found that the road was much more peaceful, and I no longer had the tense and depressing atmosphere I used to be. Have there been any changes in the power of each special zone in the power of its power recently?"
The round-faced woman immediately said the recent change: "The change can be said to be very big. Four
At present, only Lin Minxian's office in the Fourth Special Zone is still there, and the others have fallen, probably because they are afraid of revenge from the government forces. In addition, Yang Shengcheng's tribe, which occupied the border area of the three countries of China, Laos and Thailand, is probably in trouble. Shortly after the bombing of the Nanlei River Bridge, Yang Maogong, the second-person of Yang Shengcheng's tribe, was shot and killed on his cruise ship. After that, the controversy between Yang Shengcheng's tribe and Lin Minxian's tribe has been constantly in conflict. The government forces turned a blind eye, and all world public opinion was attracted to the civil war in northern Myanmar, and there was no small-scale conflict between Yang Shengcheng's tribe and Lin Minxian's tribe.
Take it seriously. Also, the ethnic minorities in northwest Myanmar openly fought against the military government under the instigation of Indians, which made the military government busy. How could they care about the barren wild mountains and wilderness of Yang Shengcheng's tribe? But since the 12th of this month, there has been no news of war. Last night, a familiar government official said that Yang Shengcheng might have died because his subordinates mutiny. He heard a small group of people who escaped from Meng Lei did not enter Thailand. They were chased by the Huaqing Society. It is difficult to judge the accuracy of this news for a while."
Wu Heng asked in surprise: "Musliance? How is this possible? There are only a few officers and soldiers under him, and at most more than a thousand and two thousand people are making mutiny. It seems that it is a strange thing! Over the years, hasn't he been in good control. There are Americans behind him secretly supporting him and sending him guns and equipment. It is impossible for him to fall down so quickly. There must be something wrong with this... By the way, what kind of group is the "Huaqing Club" you just mentioned? Why does it sound a bit like a Chinese club?"
"It was the Chinese community. This community rose very quickly. It unified seven or eight Chinese gangs in Meisai in just a few months. At the beginning of the month, they even flattened the drug trafficking group "Eagle Gang" controlled by Yang Shengcheng of Meisai. At the same time, the "Eagle Gang" that had been rampant for many years disappeared overnight. More than a dozen people died on the night of the casino in Oriental Paradise. According to the gamblers present, the robbers only killed Yang Shengcheng and served guests and
The next day, the Daqili government seized all the real estate industries of the "Eagle Gang". After the auction, most of them were bought by a local company called "Huaqing Trading Club". In fact, many people clearly knew that this "Huaqing Trading Club" was a company under the "Huaqing Trading Club". But now their territory is at its peak, and no other gangs dare to provoke them easily. They either disband on their own or give up operating this place. It is said that the Daqili government also supports them behind their backs."
The round-faced woman said this and her expression became solemn: "I'm very worried recently that such a powerful community suddenly emerged and controlled the gang forces in Daqili and Meisai in one fell swoop. I wonder who the boss behind them is? What impact will it have on us? My report was sent to Mandalay to Lao Li yesterday afternoon, and there has been no reply or further instructions yet."
Wu Heng thought for a while before asking, "Is there any connection between this 'Huaqing Society' and the Brothers Foundation in Thailand? I always feel that something is strange."
The round-faced woman shook her head and said frustrated: "I am also so suspicious, but so far, there is no sign of any connection between the two. Currently, the 'Myanmar Brothers Foundation' is listed in Daqili. All investments in Myanmar are under the responsibility of this foundation, including the Dayaoshan project. I heard that they have a director named Kang who has been living in Dayaoshan, who has been in charge of the construction of the project, preparing for the construction of hospitals, schools and agricultural promotion stations. The Jingdong Military Government of Myanmar issued more than 10,000 national ID cards to the Yaomiao people in Dayaoshan more than two months ago. I heard that the director surnamed Kang and a group of his employees have obtained Myanmar nationality as a result. It was a good story in the Daqili officialdom."
Wu Heng smiled bitterly: "This is really unbelievable! I guess I know this director surnamed Kang... How could this matter become the current situation? This guy is restless everywhere. Director Li Xiaotian, who is stationed in Vietnam, almost went crazy. Even our Lu Tou was implicated. When he went back this time, he told me that he was almost driven to Africa by the old man. This man surnamed Kang caught the last bus for the Thai government to accept refugees in the Golden Triangle two years ago. I don't know how to easily obtain Thai nationality through. This time he became a Burmese again. We should have a headache again!"
The round-faced woman was shocked when she heard this: "Ah, do you mean that the director named Kang is that Corning? How could it be him? He, a fugitive, got so much money?"
"The situation here is very complicated and I can't explain it clearly for a while. I can only tell you that this guy has amazing talent in traditional Chinese medicine and pharmacology. He has both medical skills and the skills of traditional Chinese and Western medicine. A small prescription can earn him hundreds of millions of dollars. His old man is even more amazing. If the above were willing to make it public, his old man would have been qualified to receive the Nobel Prize in Medicine!" After Wu Heng said that, he shook his head and sighed.
The round-faced woman opened her mouth wide and murmured for a long time: "Xiao Wu, since the incident in the United States, the eyes of the whole world have been directed to the United States, Afghanistan, the Middle East and Iraq and other regions. Myanmar's political situation seems to have been temporarily ignored by the European and American powers. At present, our family has not issued further instructions. These things are very abnormal! Now, the situation in Myanmar is getting more and more chaotic, but it does not receive enough international attention. This is a rare opportunity for us, you have to hurry up! Alas! It seems that you have to worry so much. I am afraid that my sister will not be able to help you in the future."
Wu Heng asked in surprise: "Sister, what do you mean? Are you going to transfer back to Beijing?"
The round-faced woman nodded, sighed heavily, and tears slowly flowed down:
Chapter completed!