This is a place that makes people unconsciously think of chaos, complexity, drugs, etc. In our eyes, it is just like the impression our country had in the eyes of Europeans and Americans around the 1980s. Very poor and backward.
In fact, they are indeed poor enough. Since they are close to our country, their trade is mainly with our country.
Almost everyone here can speak Chinese. When you walk in their ordinary towns and look at the shops on the streets, it is like walking into a county or town with backward economic conditions in China. The roads are also full of street food stalls. There are all kinds of familiar things for you, including Chinese plaques, a billiards hall set up with two canopies, and a black Internet cafe with more than ten square meters that is no longer seen in China. The computer used is still the big square Lenovo assembly machine. The communication method is also mainly China Mobile. It is just a domestic phone card, which costs three yuan a minute here.
Even the menus of small restaurants are mainly in Chinese, but the food is more natural, such as pangolin, muntjac meat, broken-faced dog, cobra, etc.
There are many Chinese people here, and the currency circulation is mainly RMB. Whether you go to a casino or a prostitute, most people only recognize RMB and rarely see Kyat. The exchange rate is about 0.006, one thousand Kyat. It can be exchanged for about 6 yuan in RMB.
In short, nothing here will make Chinese people feel too strange.
Of course, if given the choice, no one would want to come here, even if it feels familiar to me...
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In Myanmar, dozens of kilometers away from Xiao Mengla, there is a village called Yuzhai. If you hear the name Mengla, you can probably guess where it is, because it is similar to Menghan where we stayed before. Menglong is somewhat similar in name. It can be seen from this that this location is actually only a Mekong River away from the domestic border, which is not very far.
We landed ashore in the morning, and towards the afternoon, it began to drizzle.
In a wooden two-story building, raindrops washed the raised window panels, and the breeze blew into the house, bringing in the fragrance of earth, which made people feel refreshed.
I was sleeping and gradually woke up.
I don’t know who changed me into a white robe. It’s very close-fitting and soft. It’s called a robe because I don’t know what to call it. It has no decorations except trouser legs and sleeves. It’s extremely wide. , even when you need to poop, it’s very convenient. If you shake your waist, your pants will just fucking fall off.
"flap."
When I woke up, I suddenly sat up and stood up nervously. I glanced at the roof of the shed, and then I remembered that I was already abroad, not fleeing in the country, so there was no need to be so nervous.
"woke up."
Just then, a voice sounded, and I looked up. It was Zhang Jun sitting on the wicker chair. Next to him was Li Hao. There was tea on the small table. It seemed that the two of them had met for the first time and had a good chat.
"How long have I been sleeping?" I looked up and asked.
"It's been a while." Zhang Jun replied with a smile.
"Give me a cigarette."
I crossed my fingers.
"Snapped."
Zhang Jun grabbed the cigarette case and lighter and threw them over.
I lit one and took a long drag.
"Brother, you are quite mysterious this time, haha." Zhang Jun said with a smile.
"It's so mysterious." I nodded seriously.
"...Since you ran away from the Northeast, why didn't you give me a call? If Lao Xian hadn't contacted me, I wouldn't have known anything happened at home." Zhang Jun was silent for a moment, with a calm tone. Don't complain a little, he is such a person, he doesn't show any emotion, but every word he speaks can make you feel warm in your heart.
"Haha, shit, I didn't expect you to do so well, even the Golden Triangle is here." I replied teasingly.
"...Forget it, let's not talk about the difficulties I have. Let's go have some food." Zhang Jun waved his hand, stood up and said.
"Haha, chat, don't be in a hurry to eat. Hey, you're not in Chongqing, why are you here?" I asked a little impatiently.
"...You have made it like this. I won't come over to take a look. Can you rest assured? However, I will have to go back after staying for a few days." Zhang Jun said casually.
"Oh," I nodded with a somewhat lonely look.
"Nannan, I asked you to come here, you don't have to do anything else. You can make a living by doing some small business here. If you don't have any money, I will get it for you." Zhang Jun said succinctly and clearly.
"Haha, you are quite rich." I asked, baring my teeth.
"I dare not say anything if I have money, but you, old immortal, open your mouth. As long as I have it, I can use it anytime."
Zhang Jun said quickly.
"Okay, it's not easy for you to make money. I won't bully you. Let's talk about it after it's over. Let's go and eat."
I put out the cigarette butt, lifted the blanket and got out of bed.
"My friend's name is Kun Li. Come downstairs and let me introduce him to you." Zhang Jun said slowly.
"I'll just wear this, a big robe and a pair of slippers. It's a bit too solemn." I said speechlessly.
"Fuck, you really don't know what your clothes mean here. All the tycoons here who have guns and people are wearing this." Zhang Jun said with a smile.
"Then what is the identity of the person wearing what you are wearing?" I asked, looking at his camouflage uniform.
"... Ma Zi."
"Brother... I also want to be a horse boy. As soon as we came here, the tycoon didn't consider it. It's better to keep a low profile." I said a little abruptly.
"Just wear it, haha." Zhang Jun smiled and dragged me downstairs.
"Hang Kang, Kang Kang,."
Just as we were about to leave, there was a sudden gunshot downstairs, which scared me. I looked down the window and saw Lao Xian, holding a Type 56 rifle, standing in a crowd of people, pointing at the wine in the distance. Bottle, a slap in the face.
"Holy shit, what kind of way is this?" I was stunned for a long time and asked speechlessly.
"Nannan, do you know where Mongla is?" Zhang Jun asked me with a smile.
"I don't know." I shook my head and replied.
"The capital of the Fourth Special Zone in eastern Shan State, Myanmar, this is a place with a high degree of freedom, haha." After Zhang Jun finished speaking, he smiled and then ran downstairs with Li Hao.
I reacted for a long time and said meaningfully: "People from civilized countries are really not suitable to stay in this kind of place."
The three of us went downstairs.
The old immortal saw us coming and shouted: "Nannan, this place is so exciting, come on, come on, I'll show you a fancy shot."
"Hey, you fired more than twenty bullets and didn't hit a single beer bottle. You're really pretty fancy."
Zhiwei cursed speechlessly.
"Who are you? Do I know you very well?" Lao Xian asked sideways.
"I am your Mr. Zhiwei,."
"Oh my god, you're a little naughty. How old can you be to be my uncle?" The old immortal is carrying a broken gun. He no longer knows his last name. At this time, you let him shoot God. Six, he felt like he could do it.
"...I am 41 this year, do you think I can be your uncle?" Zhiwei said nonsensically.
"If you can be an uncle at your age, then I can be his second uncle. I'm 39." Nanmanzi said without hesitation.
"I'm thirty-seven." Han Dayan interrupted.
"I am sixty-three." Jin Beibei blurted out.
"...I'm going to die tomorrow, no one is older than me." The old immortal held it in for a long time and said proudly.
"Well, then you are indeed big."
Everyone was speechless and gave a thumbs up.
"It's time to eat, Ang, stop playing."
Zhang Jun shouted, and everyone came over in a relaxed mood. At this moment, our team has expanded to nine people.
On the other side of the light are Zhiwei and Nanmanzi.
We have Lao Xian, Li Hao, Jin Beibei, Zhang Ben, and Han Dayan here. Of course, these nine people do not count Zhang Jun, because he will leave in two days and will not be with us.
I don’t know what Guangming is thinking, but he should have nowhere to go at the moment. Since I have asked Zhang Jun to help us find a place to stay, I will not push them away. There are multiple people and multiple pairs of chopsticks. As for whether they can be integrated into Let’s do something together, let’s talk about it later.
This place is full of small two-story buildings, surrounded by green mountains and green water. The scenery is very beautiful, so I asked Zhang Jun: "Fuck, they say Myanmar is poor, but I can't tell where it is. This kind of house can only be sold for several million in China."
"How can this be compared? This is a big mountain. Which big mountain have you seen in the country? Let you live wherever you want. Besides, this is... Kunli's territory... He has this financial ability. You haven't seen it in other areas. , they are really poor, take prostitution as an example...for the price of a bowl of rice noodles, you can do it...the price may have increased now, but it will not exceed three bowls at most." Zhang Jun explained seriously.
"You fucking idiot, how can it be possible that a bowl of rice noodles can be dried, and the wear and tear cost is more than this price." The old immortal said in disbelief.
"Why did I lie to you? Really," Zhang Jun replied with a frown.
"What, have you done this before?" the old immortal asked with a sideways glance.
"Get lost, I don't want to be a prostitute."
"Then how do you know so clearly..."
"That's what I heard."
"You must have done it. You are so fucking inhuman. You will be given money for a bowl of rice noodles after you do it. What do you think?" Lao Xian began to ink.
"...I've never done it."
"You must have done it, come and stick out your tongue, I will smell what you did..." The old immortal felt his crotch harden inexplicably.
"I'll tell you again, I didn't."
"You do it, you do it."
"...Brother, okay, I'll do it!" Zhang Jun was convinced.
"What are you doing?" the old immortal asked with a sideways glance.
"...It's whatever you say."
"Tongue, right?"
"Yeah."
Zhang Jun sweated violently and quickened his pace.
"Ha ha."
Everyone burst into laughter and followed Zhang Jun into the central attic.
Five minutes later, I saw a middle-aged man wearing the same robe as me. He knelt in front of the Buddha statue and worshiped devoutly.
We stood at the door and waited quietly.
After he finished lighting the incense, he immediately turned around, smiled when he saw the ten of us, and said in standard Mandarin: "My name is Kun Li, and I welcome you to Myanmar."