This group of people searched all the batons and electric batons from the two people. The car repairman handed the batons and electric batons to the shop owner. The shop owner took them in his hand, looked at them, and threw them under the cashier.
I only had 5,000 kyats, and I was chattering about something.
Since they were speaking in Burmese, the two of them couldn't understand what the group of people were communicating with, but the look in their eyes made them feel something bad.
"Brother Yuan! Brother Yuan!" Seeing that something was wrong, the thin man immediately shouted at the top of his lungs. Then the owner of the small supermarket waved his hand and asked the mechanics to hold the two of them down and block their mouths and noses.
They couldn't make a sound.
"stop!"
They had just escaped from one quagmire and were about to fall into another. The two people, who were almost desperate, suddenly heard the familiar voice, and felt that the force that suppressed them was a little smaller. They seemed to be attracted by the voice, and the two of them fell into it.
He shouted for help as if he was grasping a life-saving straw.
"Brother Yuan, we are here, we are here!"
The two struggled to break free from the crowd and ran to Xia Yuan's side, still feeling lingering fear.
The thin man said: "Brother Yuan, these idiots robbed us of five thousand kyats, took away our weapons, and wanted to arrest us both."
Xia Yuan squinted at the group of repairmen with unkind expressions and asked in somewhat broken Burmese: "Do you want to take my people away?"
The owner of the small supermarket came out, wiped his palms with a towel, threw the dirty hair on the ground, stepped on it with the soles of his feet, and said: "You are a group of stowaways, you want to get there without identification documents"
It is impossible to survive in Myanmar. I can take you to apply for identity certificates, but the condition is that you work for me. Otherwise, I will arrest you and send you to the public bureau. People without identity will eventually be arrested.
He will be detained in a police station until his identity is proven."
The shop owner took advantage of the large number of people and strength on his side, and also relied on the fact that Xia Yuan and the others were stowaways and didn't know much about the situation here, so he tried to deceive them.
The shop owner paused and then said: "Of course, if you choose to follow me, I will not only solve your identity problem, but also provide you with accommodation and wages. They are all a group of people just like you, how about it?"
Seeing this man chirping in bird language, his face became a little more kind. The fat man noticed something and lowered his voice and said, "Brother Yuan, you can't believe what he said. This guy definitely has no good intentions."
Xia Yuan patted the fat man on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, he can't fool me yet."
He raised his head, looked at the tall shop owner in front of him, and said, "You, no, follow me, and I will make a lot of money with you."
The shop owner seemed to have heard something incredible and laughed loudly, "You are the most incredible person I have ever seen in Xinduo. You can ask in Xinduo, who doesn't know my local brother, but you actually said that I can't do it?"
, little guy, it’s not up to you whether it works or not. Since you don’t agree, I can only let you agree.”
"Go! Break their legs and grab them back."
Seven or eight car repairmen holding wrenches and iron bars beside them waved their weapons and rushed towards the four people.
The shop owner squinted his eyes, "Smugglers have no identity and can be sold to the park for a good price. Even if their legs are broken, they are still valuable."
"Let's see who dares to move!"
Xia Yuan squinted his eyes, took out the revolver from his waist, and aimed it directly at the approaching car repairman.
Seeing the black muzzle of the gun, several people froze on the spot. The shop owner stared, and then laughed wildly: "Gun? Do you dare to shoot? If you shoot, the police will come. You are illegal immigrants without identity."
, how do you think they will deal with you, just shoot, if you shoot, we will be injured at most, but your end will definitely not be much better."
Xia Yuan smiled: "You convinced me, but it's a pity that I'm scarier without a gun."
He threw the baton in his arms to the fat man and said to them: "Suppress them, this is our territory."
"Go!" The shop owner squinted and looked greedily at the gun in Xia Yuan's arms. With this gun, he could expand his family's territory and face the Gear Gang in Beitou.
Things always developed in directions he could not predict. Seven or eight of his men, carrying steel pipes and wrenches, rushed towards the four stowaways. The tall young man at the head moved and kicked the man rushing towards them.
The mechanic at the front moved too fast. Before the shop owner could react, the skinny mechanic was kicked out and lay on the ground wailing in pain.
This kick immediately stunned them all.
"Kung Fu!" the shop owner was dumbfounded.
"Come on!" The bald head grabbed the electric baton in his hand, crackling with electric arcs, and rushed towards a car repairman. The other party's steel pipe hit him with a bang. The bald head grunted, his expression became more ferocious, and he grabbed the high-end gun in his hand.
The electric baton was stabbed at the car mechanic.
There was a crackle, and the mechanic immediately lay on the ground, twitching continuously.
The fat man grabbed his baton and hit it on a car repairman, cursing: "I'll let you search my body, I'll let you search my body."
The thin man stood behind the fat man and shouted: "Master, watch your butt. If someone steals your butt, you will be finished."
The fat man hit the mechanic who was lying on the ground hard several times, stood up, spat, and said: "Steal my ass, I'll poke their anus!"
He turned around and shouted, "Search me!"
The thin man grinned, "Grandma's is more comfortable than Myanmar. Searching your body is just like playing!"
Xia Yuan picked up a car mechanic and threw it beside the shop owner. He squinted at him and said, "Your guy doesn't seem to be very good. He can't even beat a few of my friends."
The shop owner swallowed a mouthful of saliva, "You, you know Kung Fu?"
"You still know Kung Fu? You made a mistake."
Xia Yuan turned to the fat and thin people behind him who were hurriedly searching their bodies, "Okay, stop searching their bodies, a few hundred kyats are worthless, this shop is valuable."
He turned around and looked at the shop owner in front of him and said: "Follow me, I will take you to conquer the entire Shindo, and even get out of Shindo. Otherwise, we will talk about the injuries sustained by my friends. I don't think there is anyone worth hundreds of thousands of kyats."
Yuan, the injuries on their bodies cannot be healed, otherwise I will remove your hands and feet."
From the appearance of the store owner, it is not difficult to see that this is not the first time they have done such a thing. Who knows how many Chinese people have been brutally murdered by them before them. You cannot be polite to such evil people. Who knows how many Chinese people have been brutally murdered by them?
Indirectly contaminated with the blood of many Chinese people.
The shop owner looked at the subdued waiter, but he didn't want to give up his shop. He insisted on keeping the green hills and not worrying about running out of firewood. He said: "I will pay for it, I will pay for it."
He quickly ran into the store, took out ten kyats with a face value of 10,000, and said tremblingly: "Do you think this is enough?"
Xia Yuan took the kyats and said: "It's not enough. The money is only enough to pay for my friend's injuries. But what about those Chinese people who have suffered your murderous hands here? Who should pay for them? You must have paid for it from them."
You must have made a lot of money, so if you spit out the money, I will consider letting you go."
The shop owner gritted his teeth and took out another 100,000 kyats. Xia Yuan still shook his head. The shop owner immediately became angry: "You are the devil who is not satisfied."
Xia Yuan squinted his eyes and shouted: "Bald head!"
"Here we come!" The bald man came over with a thunderous electric baton.
The thin man put the money he got from the car mechanic in his pocket and said, "Old bald man, give him an asshole to relieve the itching."
The bald head turned around and scolded: "You are the old bald head. The bald head can only be called Brother Yuan. You have to be called Brother Song."
The thin man nodded: "Okay, bald."
Bald head vomiting blood.
Xia Yuan ignored the bickering between several friends and said, "My friend said he would use an electric baton to loosen your muscles and bones."
The shop owner's face suddenly turned pale: "I, I have no money. You will be punished for such blackmail. The police will definitely not let you go."
Xia Yuandao: "It doesn't matter, we dare to offend the Wa State, why don't you dare to open a black supermarket? If you want to eat us, you have to think about the possibility of being eaten by us. If you are in this business, just
You have to consider the possibility of being hacked."
The shop owner looked at the flashing electric baton and knew that if he didn't take the money, he would inevitably suffer physical pain. But if he was asked to take out so much money, it would be enough to cause him physical pain for a long time.
Gritting his teeth, the shop owner took out his last 100,000 kyats and said, "That's the last money."
The bald man looked at the stack of 10,000 kyats in Brother Yuan's hand and said happily: "Brother Yuan, how much money can we exchange for 10,000 kyats?"
Xia Yuan thought for a moment and said, "More than three hundred yuan."
"More than three hundred yuan, three hundred thousand kyats is less than one thousand yuan."
The bald man calculated for a while, then turned to stare at the shop owner, "Brother Yuan, I only gave him a thousand yuan, I can't let him go so cheaply, grandma, I went through so much trouble with him just for a thousand yuan."
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He stretched out his hand and ticked it: "Not enough!"
The shop owner cried sadly: "I really have nothing left. I still have to provide them with food, accommodation and wages. How can I have so much money?"
"Brother Yuan, this idiot actually said he had no money, look!"
I don’t know when the thin man ran into the store owner’s supermarket and opened the drawer. There was a lot of odd money inside, at least dozens of 10,000 kyat bills, not to mention 5,000 kyat bills and 1,000 kyat bills.
Yuan, there is a safe inside, but it cannot be opened and it is locked.
When the shop owner saw that his home had been stolen, he turned around and ran to drive away the thin man, but was knocked unconscious by Xia Yuan's knife. Xia Yuan looked around and said, "Carry them all in."
Many people in the town had noticed the movement here, but they knew the people in this small supermarket and car repair shop very well, and knew that these people were not good people. They just watched the excitement from a distance, but did not
People stepped forward to stop him, and no one even called the police. Some even clapped their hands and cheered.
After carrying these people in, Xia Yuan wandered around the small supermarket, casually looking at the food on the counter, "They are all expired food. They have been there for a long time, and there is a layer of dust on them. The car repair shop next door
There is a car parked in the store, but the car is in good condition and has not been disassembled, so it does not look like it is broken."
The bald man turned to look at the fat and thin people who were eating and drinking, then turned around and asked: "Brother Yuan, what do you mean by this?"
Xia Yuandao: "Small supermarkets and car repair shops like this can't make money."
The fat man was quite smart. With a bulging mouth, he muttered: "Bald, what Brother Yuan means is that such small supermarkets and car repair shops can't make money, but these people still opened a small shop here."
Supermarkets and car repair shops, and there are thousands of dollars in the counters, obviously they do not rely on small supermarkets and car repair shops to make money, they have other side businesses."
"Don't tell me, I know." The bald man turned to the fat man and shouted, and then asked: "Brother Yuan, what do you think he does?"
The fat man came over, threw a piece of bread to the bald man, and said: "Judging from the actions of trying to kidnap me and the thin man just now, they probably regarded us as stowaways and wanted to kidnap us, but after tying us
What exactly he wants to do is unknown.”
Xia Yuan sat on the stool and said: "It's not a good thing. Before we arrived, many people were probably murdered by them, and they were probably doing other things, but it has nothing to do with us. Bring enough
Put the food and water in the car and we'll set off."
"Brother Yuan, come here and take a look at this." The thin man's voice came from the room. Seeing that he was rummaging around again, the fat man couldn't help but said: "Don't rummaging around, you found something else."
The fat man came over with a piece of bread in his mouth. He couldn't help but frown when he saw a cabinet that the thin man opened first.
The lock of the cabinet was broken by the skinny man in some unknown way. There were several bags of white powdery stuff inside, quite a lot. If it were flour, there would be no need to lock it in the cabinet. Obviously these things were not flour.
Xia Yuan took a look and said: "Close the cabinet. We won't touch these things. Just put the money on. This money is not clean. It's even money earned by us Chinese."
"Don't touch it." The fat man patted the thin man, and the thin man locked the cabinet, rummaged for some cigarettes on the counter, and put them in a bag. The bald man found a basket, and the fat man threw everything he could eat and drink into the basket.
Xia Yuan searched the money from the counter. When the four of them left the small supermarket, they had large baskets and small baskets.
Then the fat man and the thin man went back and found two barrels of gasoline in the car repair shop and put them in the car.
In the car, Xia Yuan closed his eyes and meditated. The bald driver asked, "Brother Yuan, where are we going next?"
"Let me think."
Xia Yuan thought about it, his plan was to stay in Xinduo and develop here, but after seeing the situation here, unless it is an illegal business, you can't make much money in a serious business, just from a small supermarket
The goods have expired.
He thought about using the same ideas at home to open up the situation abroad, but after thinking for a while, he raised his head and said:
"Xinduo is too backward. It is difficult for us to do business here."
The thin man said: "Brother Yuan, we will go wherever you go, and we will do whatever you ask us to do."