Uncle Wen was silent as he listened to Ba'ang's words.

"Haha." Baang smiled: "You don't even dare to meet me, and you still have to discuss business with me?"

"Okay, I'll take a plane to Yangon tomorrow."

"I'll send someone to pick you up, that's it."

After the words came to an end, the two ended the call.

Half an hour later, more than a dozen northern military leaders rushed to Ba'ang's office for a meeting. After everyone discussed fiercely for an hour, a political commissar stood up and said, "I firmly oppose continuing to defend the border army, because Chen Tianze's current situation is worrying. In other words, he was injured three months later, and many situations could not be reversed. I have received the news that Luo Wentao's people are in contact with the rebels. They promised to make great profits and were ready to let the rebels attack the border army headquarters. If they take the lead and defeat the border army headquarters, although Luo Wentao will definitely show goodwill to us, our bargaining chips will shrink by then. Because the dead and the rebels attacked the mountain, we did nothing, and in the end they will act as protective umbrellas. At that time, Luo Wentao will contact people from other military regions... The profits we can share will be too small."

"I agree!"

"I agree!"

“…!”

After the words came, everyone agreed.

Baang was smoking a cigar and said after a long silence: "Wait first and see what price Luo Wentao can offer us."

"The profits that the border army now produces for us can reach at least 50 million a year. If Luo Wentao wants to take it back, it will cost a lot of money." The political commissar raised a finger and said, "The minimum number!"

...

One day later, in the courtyard of the Northern Military Region Command, Uncle Wen took eight strong men and stepped out of the car and followed the non-commissioned officers into the building.

More than ten minutes later, in the banquet living room, Ba'ang arrived in casual clothes. Uncle Wen immediately stood up and stretched out his hand: "Hello, General Ba'ang."

"Sit!" Baan waved his hand and signaled.

"good."

Uncle Wen smiled and sat down, and said with a loose body: "General, things are urgent, so I won't go around the corner. Let's get straight to the point!"

"Okay!" Baang intervened and nodded.

"Mr. Luo Wentao is willing to pay 50 million to buy the border troops back."

"Who will fight the border army?" Baang asked with a smile.

"We are not armed in Myanmar D, so of course you need to come forward to solve the problem." Uncle Wen responded without hesitation.

"Do you know how much it costs to have a gun now?" Ba'ang crossed his legs and raised his two fingers and said, "One cannonball, I can build two small houses on the mountain."

Uncle Wen was silent.

"The dividends the border army gives me in a year are no less than those of you, 50 million. So why should I let it change the commander?" Ba'ang asked with a smile.

"General, if you don't want to fight, it doesn't mean the rebels don't want to." Uncle Wen responded with a knife hidden in his words.

"Ha ha!"

Ba'ang smiled, reached out and knocked on the table and said, "I'll let a squad of soldiers guard the road into the mountains of Myitkyina. Go and ask if the rebels have the courage to enter my defense zone!"

Uncle Wen was silent.

"If Luo Wentao wants to negotiate, I will offer a price. I want 150 million. If you are willing to take it, I will fight the border army. If you don't take it, no one can fight the border army. I would rather let it rot than earn your 50 million." Baang finished speaking in a concise manner, and immediately stood up and added: "You go and ask Luo Wentao, I will treat you to barbecue in the afternoon."

After saying that, Baang led his men to leave the banquet hall.

...

After more than ten minutes, rest in the lounge.

Uncle Wen stood at the window and dialed Luo Wentao: "Mr. Luo, I have already contacted Ba'ang, and the other party has also offered a price."

"What price did he offer!"

"He wants 150 million military sponsorship fees!"

"Damn it, the old-fashioned lion opened his mouth." Luo Wentao frowned when he heard the sound.

"He said that if you don't give this price, no one can use a knife or a gun in Myitkyina." Uncle Wen replied softly: "This price is a bit high, but I think it can be said that a hundred million can be taken down."

"...If you stop, you will suffer from chaos." Luo Wentao pondered for a while, and said simply: "One hundred million is fine. I can pay half of the money first. He took the border army and I am giving the other half. This money will not be spent in vain. The border army will have to rely on it to take care of it in the future, so I accept it and I will pay the tuition for Luo Jiahong."

"What if one hundred million is not possible?" Uncle Wen asked.

"If it doesn't work, let the rebels take action. I personally contact the government army's upper-level relationship. At worst, we can set up a new position and let other military regions take care of it." Luo Wentao responded clearly with his thoughts.

‘Okay, I get it.”

"We need to discuss this matter quickly. We can't give the people around Shen Tianze a chance to react." Luo Wentao once again instructed.

"clear."

After the words came to an end, the two ended the call.

...

After Uncle Wen and Luo Wentao had a phone call, he was about to meet the non-commissioned officer at the door and asked him to reply to Ba'ang, but as soon as he was halfway through, the cell phone in his pocket rang.

"Hey?! Jiahong?"

"Uncle Wen, how are you talking to Ba'ang?" Luo Jiahong asked quickly on the phone.

"He wants 150 million, we're only going to give it one!"

"Do you think Baan can agree?"

"It should be possible, because he also knows that the price he is calling is high." Uncle Wen nodded and responded.

"...Uncle, you send a car to pick me up!"

"What did you say?" Uncle Wen was stunned on the spot.

"I'm in Yangon. If you ask someone to come and pick me up, I'm going to come and meet Ba'ang." Luo Jiahong gave a soft command.

"No, why are you here in Yangon? Who asked you to come?" Uncle Wen asked in confusion.

"Uncle, I lost the border army. I need this opportunity to return to the company." Luo Jiahong said terrifiedly: "Don't worry, I won't steal your credit from my dad, but if I'm here, I will have an opportunity to join the company again!"

"...Why don't you discuss with me?"

"I called you, but you were on the plane and I didn't get through."

"You kid is so stupid. OK, you wait, I'll have someone to pick you up." Uncle Wen replied helplessly.

...

Inside the office.

When Baang looked down at the book, an officer outside the door suddenly pushed the door and rushed in: "General, there is something urgent!"

"What are you doing?" Baang asked with a frown.

The officer glanced at the two people on duty next to him, walked to Baang, lay on his ear and whispered a few words.

"Damn you?! How is that possible!??" After hearing this, Ba'ang replied to the officer with shock.

"What I saw with my own eyes is true!" the officer insisted on replying.

Ba'ang frowned and was silent for a while, and hurriedly closed the book with both hands and said, "Let's go, I'll go!"

...

Myanmar D, border army headquarters.

Kim Tae-woo waved his hand and shouted at several non-commissioned officers: "Drag all the pickups out and get stuck on the hillside. If it gets dark, you may have problems! Remember, as long as someone goes up the mountain tonight, shoot me!"

At the same time, Xiao Ji in the hospital suddenly received a call from Zhang Xianguang: "Hey, brother?"

"Do something for me." Zhang Xianguang whispered.
Chapter completed!