Volume 6 [Tigers are strong when they go out to sea] NO.267 Debt collection warlords enter
no.267 Debt collection warlord enters Pontianak
"Buchali Abdul Rahaman, this person is the mayor of Pontianak. His hands are dirty and he is quite tactful..."
Mark threw a stack of photos on the table, then took a sip from his cigar and looked at Zhang Bi sideways: "You figure it out, it's much more peaceful here than Myanmar, and there are many Chinese in Pontianak, there are still hundreds of thousands.
Yes, there are still some people who have their hearts set on the mother country."
Mr. Po Jun seemed to have run out of cigar smoke, so he put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray. Liu Chengkun turned on the computer, debugged the program, and looked back at Mark and Zhang Bi: "Okay, Pontianak Police Department.
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The city of Pontianak is not big. Kajang divides it into two parts, one is the urban area and the other is the suburbs. Chinese account for more than 30% of the city. They mostly speak Teochew and Hakka. The soft accent is very comfortable. This place can be regarded as having a heritage of two hundred years.
The place had begun to revitalize as early as the last days of the Qing Dynasty. After many years of hardship, although it was tricked by the Kuomintang and continued to be suppressed, now it has basically recognized the reality, knows what is good and what is good, and has some sense.
"Let's go meet him."
Zhang Bi said suddenly.
Mark held down Zhang Ben's arm: "Brother, Arroyo is from Madura. There are actually not many people in Pontianak, but it is not unreasonable for him to be big. Although Buchali is not worth taking action,
But I want to remind my brothers that you must think carefully here. The more Chinese you are, the less trustworthy you are."
Although Master Pojun said this, Zhang Bi didn't say anything. He stared at the screen for a while and said: "This time, no matter whether it is a trap or not, let's jump in. The situation in Myanmar has become increasingly confusing, and it is very difficult for us.
It’s extremely beneficial. Look, the situation will change in half a year at most.”
What he said was true. The calculations and strategies of the white fan masters were almost the same as those of Zhang Bi's big head. Huang Silang in China had to admit that people like Zhang Bi were born to fight, the more bloody they were.
The crueler it is, the more suitable it is for him.
"If he doesn't spit out 100 million U.S. dollars, I'll beg for it myself."
Zhang Ben sneered, his 100 million US dollars was not so easy to get. If you dare to touch the 100 million US dollars from his Hu Ben Festival, you have to think about whether there is a knife on your neck, and you have to worry about your own net worth.
Mark knew that persuasion was useless, so he had no choice but to say: "Since you have made the decision, I will just do the work. But here in Pontianak, you can just watch the show. If the brothers want to make a big fuss, then... they will have to be ruthless."
"Don't worry, we are Americans now."
Zhang Bi suddenly grinned, looked at Mark, and said.
Master Pojun nodded: "There is a mixed crowd on both sides of the Kajiang River. The slum area is Arroyo's territory. The iron camphor wood trading market here also has his activities. Recently, many Japanese communication giants have made moves to compete for the market here. Sigali
The soft-spoken Sun Zhengyi has been eyeing this piece of cake in Mandan Province for a long time. Moreover, when he was in the capital, Sun Zhengyi also looked for his younger siblings, hoping that his younger siblings could support themselves in the country in order to cooperate, which may also mean that Sun Zhengyi wants to attack the west.
Zheng Zheng is very cunning. Although you and Huang Silang join forces, you can let Huang Silang give it a go and take on Ruoyin. He may not have such ambitions now, but at least when it comes to killing, there is no one more terrifying than you in the world.
The people are here."
"I came here this time, firstly, to collect debts, and secondly, to use a trick to see who is going to lure me out. If it is the Americans, our old friends, let us fight and retreat, and we will not argue with them in Indonesia. The future is long, and the world is so
Big, can the Americans handle it?"
When Zhang Ben spoke at this time, he sounded more and more like a local warlord. He felt like he was in control of life and death. He had a very aggressive attitude. Mark also felt that Zhang Ben was restrained and tyrannical after many incidents and several battles. This was more powerful than Zhang Ben's.
Screaming, beating, killing, is really several times more terrifying.
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"What time is it set for?"
Mark asked Zhang Bi.
"the day after tomorrow."
Zhang Bi said.
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Two days later, on the edge of the slums of Pontianak City, there was the iron camphor wood trading market in West Kalimantan Province. Iron camphor wood is often called Pontianak between Guangdong and Guangxi, and it is also commonly known as purple diamond. The wood is very hard and can be thrown into the water.
It is destined to sink. It is a good material among good materials. It is deeply loved by people in the Jiangnan area. Most of them are imported from Malaysia, Indonesia and the Philippines. Like teak, it is an expensive wood.
By the way, the martial arts family of the Nanyang Wang family, that is, John Wang’s father’s branch, now makes the official “Iron King Kong” Johor Bahru Domination. It is an exaggeration to say that it is a monopoly, but in Johor Bahru, Malaysia,
The "Iron King Kong" wood here will be stamped with the Wang family's red seal before being shipped to Hong Kong, Guangzhou or Foshan. Many of them will go directly to China Shipping Tianjin Wei.
At that time, John Wang stopped in Dalian, Liaoning, and had a small adventure, and his martial arts skills were greatly improved because he gave him two 33-meter "Iron King Kong" as a thank you gift. If it had been a hundred and twenty years ago,
That's a beautiful story.
There are twenty-six people in Zhang Bi and Mark's group. They mostly speak in English, and others only think of them as Americans with yellow skin and white hearts. Another one they hold is an American passport, Bruce Zhang, a mechanical engineer, whose name sounds very bluffing.
people.
When they headed to Pontianak City in a carefree manner, Mayor Buchari Abdul Rahaman from the mayor's office in the city hall actually went out to greet them. This shows the power of the Americans here. Of course, it is also because they often see the seventh American
This is because the fleet is drifting away here. That kind of shocking power can easily make them feel the cruelty of being weak.
It is not an exaggeration to say that the Javanese, Madurese and Sundanese people are tough and lazy. This is just like the black Indians who are lazy. It is completely natural.
This is related to historical reasons as well as geographical, climate and living environment, but after it becomes a national character, it really makes people feel a little contemptible.
"Dr. Bruce, I think you will like the natural scenery of Pontianak City. This is a very famous resort and tourist destination. Of course, it is incomparable to Bali." Bouchali Abdul Rahaman said.
Said this with some humor.
While he was feeling strange, he also ordered someone to check the records. After learning that several people were indeed "American scholars", although he was unhappy, he still treated him appropriately. He also had many contacts with people in Malaysia.
, earning a lot of rupees every year.
Just seeing Zhang Bi's huge height of about 1.9 meters, and the even bigger Mark next to him, this would not make normal people think that this is the mind of two Caltech "scholars", saying that it is California slaughter.
The butcher at the farm must have not run away.
Zhang Ben also took a look at Buchali Abdul Rahaman. He knew from the information that this guy was a devout Islamic believer. There are 215 million people in Indonesia, nearly 85% of whom are
It's not surprising that he believes in Islam, but... this guy is also one of the vanguards of the Communist Party. The most important thing is that this guy is the kind of person who is anti-Japanese and mentally retarded.
If he gets into any relationship with someone, he will act like a mad dog.
But he is not stupid either. Since the way to get to power in the early days was through prostitution, he has to keep his mouth shut after he gets to power. He not only has to work hard for the Indonesian government, but also makes money honestly, so the local Chinese have a lot of respect for him.
There were bribes, and after a few years, everything was fine, but all kinds of dirty things were never stopped.
It’s no wonder that Bouchari Abdur Rahaman was confused when he saw Zhang Bi and others. First, Zhang Bi and the others were obviously Chinese, and second, they were actually “Americans.” This made Buchar
Lee was in a state of shame and anger, but there was nothing he could do.
"We are just wandering around, hoping to find some interesting places. We will return to Kuala Lumpur in two days at most, and we want to have a lot of fun."
Zhang Ben studied American English in high school and had no hangover from Chinglish. Buchari's own English was only average, so when the two communicated, they didn't notice anything.
When Buchari saw what Zhang Bi said, he thought he "understood it from his heart", smiled slightly, and called a secretary. In fact, this secretary was Buchari's staff. This kind of system is quite popular in Indonesia, and it was more or less passed down from Japan during World War II.
Meaning, in the entire Indonesian government structure, although these members are not national government employees, they will also draw a salary from the local municipal government's finances, and it is a hefty salary.
"You take them to some fun places."
Buchali said.
The secretary is naturally a human being. He nods and smiles slightly. He is wearing a white shirt and a "prayer hat" on his head. His skin is a bit dark, but his smile is indeed very friendly.
Compared to Buchari, who looks like a black pig with messy hair, there is naturally a huge gap.
After Zhang Ben and others spoke in diplomatic terms, they naturally stood up with smiles and followed the secretary out of the city hall.
After a group of them went out, Buchari frowned slightly, picked up the phone and said: "Call the cleaners to come over, ventilate, ventilate, clean the room, and then change the cushions on the sofa."
After hanging up the phone, Buchari muttered: "Dirty Chinese."
**It's nothing more than that for the mentally retarded.
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"It's a slum area over there, there's nothing to see.".
The secretary’s name is Akaya, who is a cross between Javanese and Sundanese people. The car they are traveling in is a Toyota commercial vehicle belonging to the Pontianak City Municipal Government, followed by several other vehicles, including the legendary “visiting group”.
I took pictures with my camera and took a lot of pictures along the way.
There were also a few people who got off the bus and went to experience the "style of Pontianak", but the local shops they went to were indeed a bit remote and they settled down. Of course, Akaya did not notice these.
"I hope you can introduce some more interesting places. You know, we just came to Malaysia from California, Kuala Lumpur... You know that the service in some hotels is not so clean. I want to find some 'clean' service."
Zhang Ben took out a thousand U.S. dollars with ease and ease. Akaya was stunned for a moment and pinched the small roll of U.S. dollars with her fingers. This was really a lot of money.
In Singapore or Malaysia, people in government departments would never raise their eyebrows at this one thousand US dollars, but here, it is really not a small amount. A meal is calculated as 100,000 Indonesian rupiah. Some people may be shocked.
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But in fact, it is only ten dollars. When playing in Bali, you usually bring twenty US dollars with a face value of one dollar as tips. That is nearly ten thousand Indonesian rupiah in real terms.
In this way, you can imagine what consumption in Indonesia is like.
Of course, per capita GDP is actually quite nonsense, just like China’s per capita ranking outside the world’s top 100, but if we want to say that the quality of life is better than China’s countries, that is, the old world powers, old Europe plus North America plus American dogs and Middle East oil tyrants
.
The average per capita income in Myanmar is US$20,000, which is meaningless data.
So when Akaya held Zhang Bi's one thousand US dollars in his hand, he had already made up his mind to satisfy these twenty-odd tough men, even though these twenty-odd tough guys looked not like "scholars" at all but more like
It's a "bloody one", but who cares? Only US dollars are real.
"Okay sir, we will have a good place to go. Don't worry, it will be absolutely clean."
Akaya licked her lips. Although this action was cautious, it was clearly visible in Mark's eyes behind her.
Master Po Jun sneered in his heart, knowing that no matter what tricks he tried, he could not defeat "Master Manny", and he had to use US dollars.
There are quite a few Chinese businessmen doing business in Pontianak. If there are Chaozhou people, it will be easier to do business. Most of them are teak and iron camphor wood. They are people who can cause a little shock in the southern timber market, but if you want to
In the world of democracy, the possibility of improving the status of private citizens is almost zero, so most of these people will choose to immigrate abroad. After all, in foreign countries, if you have money, you will definitely have power, and if you have power, you will definitely be able to influence everything.
Domestically, unless there is a reshuffle within China, it is absolutely impossible. Any so-called private "capital giants" who want to challenge this rule will die on the road to challenge, and there is nothing more than settling for the second best.
He is just a so-called "Member of the Chinese People's Political Consultative Conference", and he is just putting money on his face. In front of the state power machine, he is almost the same as a so-called "bastard".
Indonesia is actually a bit similar to India. The concept of country is not very strong. In many cases, Indonesia, like India, is just a geographical concept rather than a national concept. In addition, the national pride of the people has not yet awakened. To be precise, there is no obvious
The national character of the Indonesian authorities also forces the political elites of the Indonesian authorities to choose a method similar to coaxing and deceiving to take advantage of the working people at the bottom.
Take the island of Kalimantan as an example. Living on the same island, workers in the rubber plantations in Malaysia know how to protest, but in Indonesia, as long as the rubber plantation owner adds 20,000 Indonesian rupiah, perhaps
A storm of dissatisfaction can be over.
As for the high-level political elites in commercial cities and big cities, because they have administrative power in addition to the right to speak, basically whenever there is great pressure from internal conflicts in society, they start to incite emotions and start a riot, and often
What they do is attack the Chinese people.
To sum it up, from the time Sukarno stepped down to Suharto came to power, there were many similar behaviors, but there were no Indonesians after Sukarno, and there were no Indonesian men after Suharto.
This sounds unpleasant, but it is the fact. Especially after 2006 of the new century, the national power of the mother country expanded at an extremely rapid rate, and the southern Xinjiang ocean became more and more tough. The Indonesian authorities had to choose to give in until the establishment of ASEAN.
After that, he was even more careful about China. After all, it was rare in ancient times for national borders to be drawn close to the coastlines of other countries. The credit for this must be attributed to the incompetent Chang Kaishen.
And by the beginning of the Olympic Games, southern Xinjiang has tended to balance China's needs. Without the intervention of the United States, it is just around the corner once and for all. However, sometimes, people often do not agree with my feelings. That is the case. If **, if
Without Saddam, ten years of peace would be nothing but a pipe dream.
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There are many famous nightclubs in Pontianak. Even the Pontianak City Government has expressly stipulated that government officials are not allowed to hang out in casinos and bars. You can also imagine how decadent the life of local officials was before this rule.
It's just that Kalimantan is far away from the center of Indonesia's political power. As the saying goes, the mountains are high and the emperor is far away. The ones who can really exert pressure on these areas are the local Tu ethnic groups and tribal members. Of course, the Chinese also have a great say, and the high-level political elites,
There are many Chinese people, and the Chinese in the business circle own maybe 60% of the wealth in Pontianak, which makes people feel a little sad.
Akaya did not take Zhang Bi and others to an ordinary nightclub, which is a famous "place" in legend. Since Akaya is the mayor's secretary, he often took Buchari out when he was not yet the mayor.
When it comes to having fun and getting drunk, he knows very well which part here is the best. Even prostitutes have a small circle, and it is simply too common to comment on things here.
There are also top-notch supercars parked on the streets, but the roads here are not very good. There is only one road going north along the coast that is pretty good. For car lovers, drag racing is a rare luxury.
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"How come I didn't know you still had a doctorate? Where did you get it?"
Mark and Zhang Bi were sitting on the sofa, talking quietly.
When he was in Malaysia, Zhang Ben had a master's degree. When he came to Indonesia, he suddenly got a PhD in mechanical engineering from the California Institute of Technology. Damn it, wouldn't he have to be a postdoc in Singapore?
"Why do you care so much? Can't you just have fun?"
Zhang Bi smiled and poured Mark a glass of wine. The tropical wine here tastes very good. After all, it is also a tourist city. Wandering around here, there are not many people in the boutique nightclubs, but they are also noisy. Even if there are not many, seventy or eighty
People definitely want it.
The two strong men were brought in by Akaya, which was somewhat shocking. Akaya obviously knew the foreman and the ringleader here, and whispered something, probably these two were big fish, from the United States.
Kaizi, spending money generously and so on.
The foreman gave Akaya 200,000 Indonesian rupiah and asked him to order some drinks. Akaya curled his lips. He took a thousand US dollars, which is almost 10 million Indonesian rupiah, or 200,000 Indonesian rupiah.
That's small money.
"Are you two Chinese?" The foreman was wearing a plaid shirt. At a glance, you could tell that this plaid shirt was made in Hangzhou. If you looked at the count, you could also tell where the shirt was made.
Zhang Ben just ate fruit, while Mark was alone there with seven or eight women. He was bold by nature and liked to drink. He poured draft beer into his stomach in large gulps, and drank a beer bucket completely in no time.
, and those young girls looked at each other with wonderful eyes, obviously not expecting that this strong man turned out to be so powerful.
Even so, Mark still bit off a bottle of Remy Martin in one gulp and just drank it. He didn't care what kind of wine it was, as long as it felt good.
At this time, a voice came from the invisible earphone in the ear: "Boss Ma, you didn't run away. The place you entered is indeed Arroyo's territory. That nightclub belongs to him. The leader watching the scene inside is named Rigg.
Si, nicknamed Butterfly, is good at Filipino short sticks."
Outside, at the edge of the flower bed, Liu Chengkun was talking with a walkie-talkie. In the distance, three Toyota commercial vehicles were parked. The three drivers were all knocked unconscious and tied into the garbage pile, with tape on their mouths.
The large boxes said to be "equipment" were unloaded from the car.
Liu Chenghu was tall, one person was carrying a box, he leaned against the three-way intersection, took out a Marlboro, threw it and held it in his mouth. He had a sinister look on his face, which did not look like a good person, and the pedestrians who passed by him avoided him.
, even the police just called for help from a distance and never came forward to say anything.
It was already 9:30 pm local time, and Mark had already drank the second bucket. There were a group of beauties staggering around on the sofa. Their clothes had long been wet. Each of the girls had their breasts exposed, and most of them were not wearing any clothes.
The girl in the panties lifted up her skirt and masturbated there. It was obvious that the aphrodisiac was very fast.
The foreman frowned slightly and ordered a screen to be held up to block the compartment. Then he slowly closed the door of Mark's private room. Zhang Bi remained motionless peeling oranges and grapefruits.
After eating for a while, he threw the peel on his hand on the table, stood up, his hands were sticky and felt uncomfortable, and took a shower in the sink. Then he went out. Before going out, he tilted his head back and looked at
Mark said: "Is one hour enough for you?"
"One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, ha, ha, ha, eight naked little bitches, I haven't been with women for two months, two hours, that's enough." Master Po Jun roared loudly, and Zhang Bi left.
Go out and close the door. The foreman over there is even more confused about what is going on.
I saw the "American scholar" take out a piece of chewing gum from his body, put it in his mouth, chewed it, and blew a bubble. Then he walked towards the stage, and the man in the plaid shirt who was still sitting over there watched the scene.
When the leader saw Zhang Bi approaching, he felt wary. He habitually touched the Filipino short stick made of iron camphor wood. He had a bad feeling.
Zhang Ben's face was expressionless and his eyes were calm. After walking over, he looked at him and said softly: "Your name is Riggs, nicknamed Huadie, and you are good at Filipino short sticks, right?"