When it comes to this, although it is a bit unbelievable, it does not go against common sense.
The Chinese have had the custom of returning to their roots since ancient times. For those Chinese who fought in armed forces in Myanmar, after they made money and gained territory, they would naturally find other ways to return home.
Needless to say, houses, which are important assets, are bought one by one. All kinds of luxury cars can only be regarded as pocket money for the following generations.
The entrepreneurial generation cannot return to the country themselves, so they will try their best to let their children do so.
Not to mention those locals in Myanmar, once they are rich and powerful, they will find ways to escape to safer and more prosperous countries.
The first step is to send their children to study abroad. In terms of methods, it is exactly the same as those wealthy and powerful Chinese people who are afraid of being liquidated later.
In the early years of China, which was still very poor, many people also tried their best to sneak into the beautiful country. In fact, the essence is the same.
"Haha, let me show you some interesting photos first." Zhang Jian happily took out his mobile phone and clicked on the photo album. Inside were photos of local scenery. Three people in ordinary clothes stood in a row in front of the scenic spot, smiling.
Taking a group photo at a pretty ordinary sightseeing spot.
Zhang Jian clicked on the two men standing on both sides of the photo with their backs bent.
The smiles displayed by the two men were obviously trying to please the man standing in the middle.
The man on the left turns slightly sideways, with his upper body slightly facing the person standing in the middle. His smile is full of expectation and a little submissive, and his posture is obviously tilted to the right.
The man on the right leaned forward, but his glowing eyes did not look at the camera in front, but glanced towards the middle. Most of his eyes could not hide his admiration for the two men in the middle.
"Aren't these three people taking a pretty ordinary group photo? What's so strange about it?" Jiang Hai, who had squeezed his head through the cracks, stared for a long time but couldn't see anything fishy.
Zhang Jian chuckled, repeatedly nodded at the two men standing on the left and right, and said mysteriously: "These two old guys don't look ordinary in the photos, but in northern Myanmar, they are murderers without blinking an eye."
"scare!"
Jiang Hai was stunned for a moment, then he laughed and said: "Can these two dry and thin old men be evil spirits? Zhang Suo, don't fool me because I am a student in the police academy."
Police academy student?
When Zhang Jian and Director Wang heard Jiang Hai's claim, they were surprised, wondering why a student who was still studying in the police academy would follow the task force.
At this time, I was looking at the team of Chen Shu and others, and I found that the more I looked at it, the more amazing it became.
Chen Shu, who leads the team, has served as a task force for the provincial government at a young age. The calmness and skill of sitting there are not comparable to those of the ordinary gold-plated second generation.
The young man next to him, with his upright sitting posture and slightly straight chest, could be said to be a policeman, but he looked more like a soldier in civilian clothes.
And the third man is even more amazing.
This man has been wandering around the office since he entered. He seems to have no interest in the case at all. He is currently looking through the documents on his desk. He really does not regard himself as an outsider.
Coupled with a student who is still studying in the police academy, this four-person group is quite interesting.
Zhang Jian's thoughts were racing in private, but his expression remained normal and he continued to explain his doubts to Jiang Hai.
Zhang Jianyong swiped his finger on the phone screen, and another photo appeared on the screen.
The background is a typical Southeast Asian jungle landscape. A dozen people wearing mud-green military uniforms are standing on the grass in the wild. The first one is the thin old man who was standing next to him with an envious look on his face.
In the photo, the thin old man is wearing a rolled-edge camouflage fisherman's hat, with the brim hanging low to slightly cover his forehead. Combined with the shadows on his face, he looks somewhat unruly and sharp.
Coupled with more than a dozen soldiers carrying guns next to him, this thin old man's temperament suddenly jumped up, like a leader who controls the power of life and death, which made him shudder.
Zhang Jian made another stroke.
What was shown this time was an exterior view of an old shack. At the entrance to the small yard in front of the house, several people in military uniforms gathered together, dancing and discussing matters.
There was a thin figure among them, somewhat similar to the thin old man.
There are two men lying on the roadside. Judging from the photos, they must be dead and corpses.
"This person is the old man." Zhang Jian raised a proud smile on his lips and continued, "This place is a logistics point for drugs in northern Myanmar, and they are dealing with their opponents and their goods! People like them,
The best way to get ahead in a place like northern Myanmar is to step on other people's corpses to pave the way and make money for yourself."
The meaning of this is very clear. In addition to soldiers and weapons, the thin old man also has ruthless methods and a cruel character.
Zhang Jian made a big swipe of his hand, and the phone screen switched back to the first photo.
The sun was shining brightly, and the thin old man's smile was equally bright, the same kind of smile that was licking his face, flattering, and careful.
It's like a lifetime ago.
"This... this..." Jiang Hai opened his mouth, but couldn't speak.
As a student who has not officially entered society, his experience and imagination make it difficult for him to overlap such two contrasting images on the same person.
"Why?" Zhang Jian said with a smile, "I know you don't understand why a military leader who kills people in northern Myanmar and has power and money should be so condescending to others."
"Is this person a government official here?" Jiang Hai pointed to the man standing in the middle of the first landscape photo and said, "Hey, he actually looks pretty..."
Jiang Hai also wanted to say that these two men were quite ordinary, but when he thought of the background of the thin old man, he immediately changed his words: "This man must be a senior official here!"
The tone is affirmative.
After all, for a ruthless guy like the thin old man to please and make fun of himself, he must be a high-ranking official who holds important administrative resources.
"Haha, I won't let you off the hook anymore." Zhang Jianle said, "The man standing in the middle is the mayor of the township below us, and he is also the deputy!"
scare!
As soon as this explanation came out, Chen Shu and others, not to mention Jiang Hai, were all very surprised.
"Deputy... deputy township chief?" Jiang Hai's eyes widened with suspicion, "A deputy township chief who is so old and has basically no political future can be licked by the military chief in northern Myanmar.
Flattery? Isn’t this too dreamy?”
Chen Shu pondered for a moment and then said: "Is it possible that the position where this cadre is standing happens to be stuck in a key artery for drug transportation? Although such a person is only a grassroots cadre, he may not be noticeable elsewhere, but in a mountain like the border,
Where the emperor is far away, it is still very easy."
Zhang Jian and Director Wang looked at each other and suddenly fell silent.
After a while, Director Wang laughed a few times and said: "It's not that complicated. It's just these old guys who are working hard in Myanmar who have made money and want to take care of their old family members who are still here. Sometimes,
We have to recruit these grassroots leading cadres.”
"What are you asking for?" Chen Shu pretended not to notice the silence between the two of them and asked in cooperation.
"Help us find people. We will send the ID number of the person we want to find. As long as the person is still in northern Myanmar, we can find him." Director Wang said calmly, "One hundred thousand, you can wait until the receipt is confirmed.
Pay again.”
"Hey, there are no middlemen to make the difference." Zhang Jianyi recovered from his previous silence and joked.