After coming out of the cabin, Zhuang Rui turned on his phone and found that there were several new text messages on it, including one from his mother and one from Qin Xuanbing, but the last one was from Professor Meng, reminding Zhuang Rui not to forget to text it.
Preliminary examination for graduate students in 2 weeks.
The preliminary examination for graduate students is a written examination, and the examination venue is in Beijing. Zhuang Rui has always been thinking about it. According to his idea, he can make it in time after returning from Myanmar. However, after seeing the text message, Zhuang Rui still called Professor Meng.
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During the phone call, Professor Meng knew that Zhuang Rui was in Myanmar, but he didn’t say much. He just told him to go to his home after returning to Beijing. He also wanted to explain some important points to Zhuang Rui. This is what China’s exam-oriented education is like.
Even if it is not bright, it is light.
"Hey? How do you grab the bag?"
When he walked out of the passage from the exit, Zhuang Rui was still talking on the phone. Unexpectedly, the box he was pulling behind him was snatched away. Zhuang Rui shouted quickly.
"Bang!"
Before Zhuang Rui finished speaking, the man who snatched the box from behind Zhuang Rui had already flown into the air, but was kicked in the chest by Peng Fei, but the man was still holding Zhuang Rui's hand tightly.
There is no suitcase left.
"what happened?"
After Zhuang Rui hung up the phone, he ran a few steps to the man who fell to the ground and couldn't get up. He first took his box from his hand, and when he looked at the man again, he couldn't help but be a little dumbfounded.
The man who was lying on the ground, touching his chest with his hand, and seemed to be too uncomfortable to speak, was wearing the clothes of an airport staff, and at the exit, there was a row of people gathered around him.
They were fighting for the guests' luggage, but a few people saw what was happening here and walked over while saying something on the intercom.
"Hey, brother, why did you beat them?"
The middle-aged man who was sitting in front of Zhuang Rui on the plane also came out at this time. Seeing this mess, he couldn't help but frowned.
"I didn't hit him, it was him who snatched my luggage..."
Zhuang Rui said angrily, while Peng Fei stood in front of several airport staff, preventing them from coming forward, and was communicating with them in Burmese.
"Hey, they all want to get a few tips. Brother, you don't know that at Mandalay Airport, even if they help you pick up a handbag, they can ask you for 10 US dollars. Just fill out a form.
Also at least $10.
It's your first time here, so you don't know the rules. Every time we tip these people, it costs hundreds of dollars. Okay, I can't say more. Take care of yourself, brother..."
After seeing a few people coming from a distance, the middle-aged man quickly stopped talking and got into the crowd of people getting off the plane. He often ran this line. If he was noticed by the airport staff, then
There will be no good fruit from him in the future.
"Damn, is there such a thing?"
Zhuang Rui was quite speechless. There are people who buy and sell by force in this world, but tips are forced. This is the first time Zhuang Rui has heard of it. Is it possible that all Burmese people are crazy about poverty?
"Brother Zhuang, these people want compensation. They say that we hit someone, and they have to pay 5,000 US dollars. This person... actually didn't suffer any injuries..."
After Peng Fei said a few words to those people, he turned back to look at Zhuang Rui, with a bit of embarrassment on his face. The kick he just kicked out was purely subconscious, but Peng Fei still reduced his intensity a little, and at most let those people
It just makes people feel uncomfortable for a while, and $5,000 is a bit of a blackmail.
"5,000 U.S. dollars? Not even 5 U.S. dollars. Are your airport staff all robbers? They come up and snatch passengers' bags? Let me tell you, I will complain to the Myanmar government..."
When Zhuang Rui heard this, he immediately became angry. You have a good service attitude and it is natural to tip. However, Zhuang Rui cannot accept this kind of behavior of forcibly grabbing bags and asking for tips. He knows that Myanmar used to be British.
In the colony, English is also the lingua franca here, and it was shouted out loudly at the moment.
"Sir, your friend hurt our airport staff. We just want some compensation for medical expenses. This is not excessive, right?"
At this moment, a man who looked like a leader came over. He had been watching for a long time. It was not until Zhuang Rui shouted that he wanted to complain that he came over to negotiate with Zhuang Rui, speaking English with a slight Burmese accent.
"Who are you?" Zhuang Rui asked in English.
"My name is Wen Cha, and I am the supervisor of the airport ground staff. I have the responsibility to seek justice for my employees..."
In fact, it is the practice of Mandalay Airport for staff to charge tips. Those airport executives are very reluctant to accept filial piety. Wen Cha led a group of staff to collect tips, which is also to generate income for his own pocket. After all, everyone
He gets a commission from every tip, so of course he has to stand out.
However, Wen Cha didn't want to make the matter bigger. All he wanted was money, and judging from the appearance and dress of Zhuang Rui and his wife, they didn't look like those Chinese businessmen who secretly carried a few sacks of rough stones to smuggle rough stones. Wen Cha's words were quite polite.
Zhuang Rui looked at the man who was speaking. He didn't look like a supervisor. His fat face and big ears were very different from the thin-looking Burmese people Zhuang Rui knew. He was the master chef of a state-owned canteen.
"I'm sorry, I don't think my friend is at fault. He was just self-defense. It was your employee who violated my rights first. I didn't let him carry my bag..."
Zhuang Rui is also more serious. He has always been easy to talk to, but he really can't stand this kind of behavior at the Myanmar airport. It's true that money comes easily, but it doesn't come from the strong wind.
Yes, why should I give it to you?
"Sir, you mean you don't agree to the reconciliation, right?" Wen Cha is probably a dog-faced person. He changes his mind at will. He straightened his face and said a few words into the walkie-talkie in his hand in Burmese.
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"Brother Zhuang, he called the soldiers outside. You go out first. I'm fine..."
Peng Fei turned to Zhuang Rui and said, he really didn't take Burmese soldiers seriously. The Kuomintang army that was defeated in the country decades ago could defeat the Burmese government army. Peng Fei couldn't find the north.
Do you believe that these crooked melons and split dates can keep you?
Before Zhuang Rui could reply, a group of soldiers came shouting from outside the airport and surrounded Zhuang Rui, Peng Fei and the airport manager.
"Now, paying $5,000 will not solve the problem..."
Wen Cha looked at Zhuang Rui with a proud look on his face, thinking in his mind how much money he should blackmail Zhuang Rui. After all, there is a price to pay for calling these soldiers in to pretend to be powerful. These soldiers want money.
No mercy.
"Oh? How much does it cost?" A voice rang outside the group of soldiers.
"At least 20,000... no, 50,000 US dollars. My employees have been harmed. Without 50,000 US dollars, they will be waiting to go to jail..."
Wen checked that both Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei were wearing good clothes. When he mentioned 20,000 yuan, he immediately changed it to 50,000 yuan. He also looked outside. He wanted to see who was so cooperative and asked what he just wanted.
words spoken.
"Brother Hu..." Zhuang Rui heard that the accent was somewhat familiar. He looked outside and happened to see Hu Rong, who was wearing a Chinese-style open-front coat.
"Mr. Hu, eldest brother?"
After Wen Cha saw Hu Rong, he didn't recognize him for a while, but when he heard Zhuang Rui calling him "big brother", he was dumbfounded. He also knew a little bit of Chinese. Of course, Wen Cha's Chinese level was still at a high level.
The explanation is that the eldest brother was born in a mother's womb.
As long as they are Burmese, everyone knows about the Hu family. Although they do not participate in politics, in the Hpakant area, the Hu family is the local emperor there. The mine protection team they raise is more powerful than the government army.
It can be said that if the Hu family wanted to, with their financial and material resources, they could instigate the independence of a certain area in Myanmar. It is said that there is no harmony among so many ethnic groups in Myanmar, and independence is a common thing. In fact, behind the scenes
There are also shadows of certain interest groups.
As the ground handling supervisor at Mandalay Airport, Wincha naturally has a lot of work to do with greetings and drop-offs. He has a deeper understanding of Hu Rong than the average Burmese. He knows that Hu Rong is not only in the business world, but also in the military.
He has great influence and has good relations with some of the powerful generals in Myanmar.
With Hu Rong's status in Myanmar, with just one word, Wen Cha could be charged with treason or the like and disappear from the world, so Zhuang Rui's "big brother" immediately frightened Wen Cha.
When a Buddha ascends to heaven and a Buddha is born, Wen Cha's legs are already trembling.
Wen Cha's reaction was quite quick. He kicked the staff member who was still crying and screaming on the ground. He looked at Zhuang Rui with a flattering smile and said: "Misunderstanding, it's just a misunderstanding. This gentleman,
Although my staff has good intentions and wants to help you carry your bag, but since you don't appreciate it, forget it, it's just a misunderstanding..."
"Since it's a misunderstanding, can we leave?"
Zhuang Rui glanced at Wen Cha, but he was too lazy to deal with this kind of person. He pushed aside the soldier holding a gun and went to Hu Rong, and the two hugged him.
"Sorry, brother Zhuang, I was delayed for a while on the way. I didn't expect something like this to happen..." As a landlord, Hu Rong also felt a little embarrassed.
"Mr. Hu, it's really a misunderstanding..."
Wen Cha was about to shed tears now. Normally, he couldn't even try to curry favor with Hu Rong, but this time, he actually wanted to blackmail Hu Rong's younger brother. Thinking about the power of the Hu family in Myanmar, what if Hu Rong was somewhere in the future?
He had a crooked mouth in front of the big shot, and he didn't want to live a good life. The cold sweat on Wen Cha's back was dripping down his spine.
"I don't want to see something like this happen again."
Hu Rong glanced at Wen Cha coldly and called Zhuang Rui to go outside the airport. In his capacity, he had nothing to say to the airport ground handling supervisor.
