In the open space under Yuzhai Mountain, there is an artificial sea cucumber breeding area, which stretches for several miles. At a glance, the water and sky on the other side are connected in a line, with coconut trees standing around and birds floating by on the water. The scenery is extremely beautiful.
The dirt road here has been built into a paved road, and you can ride a bicycle directly to the mountain. This is Zabu's contribution and legacy to Yuzhai.
Oh, why inheritance.
Because two years ago, Zabu drowned while fishing, and then Chaji took his place and became the general.
Whether Zabu's death was an accident or not is for future generations to comment on. Anyway, his tragic life experience ended two years ago.
I was wearing sunglasses and shirtless, and I was fishing with Guangming and Lao Xian. In the past year or two, Yuzhai has been surprisingly quiet. Everyone is busy trying to make money, and everyone has their own things to do. He seems to have gained a lot of weight.
In the past, Brother Ming's support for Kun Li was expanded tenfold and then left to me. But two years ago, he stopped giving money, and I started to reciprocate.
But this money doesn't come from drugs. I fucking despise this industry the most. If I hadn't had no money at the beginning and had so many people around me, I definitely wouldn't have touched it.
After working with Tang Botu for nearly a year and eight months, we stopped and said goodbye to each other. He would come to Myanmar to stay for a while when he had nothing to do, but most of the time he was in China and continued his career as a director, cheating on food and drinking. , lie, bombard.
But the little money he had saved for more than a year had already caused him enough trouble. He had borrowed a lot from me inside and outside, but I never refused every time and gave him as much as he wanted.
Now that drugs are no longer available, the industries around Yuzhai have become a lot more complicated. There are those who farm, those who breed, and those who run small factories. Anyway, there are all kinds of things.
Of course, there are still those who continue to grow opium poppy, but there are fewer of them. They contact the market by themselves, and Yuzhai does not ask or participate, but they have to pump water symbolically.
Ten years later, the situation in Mongla has changed. The drug industry has withered rapidly, but the gambling industry has completely blossomed. I was forced by Brother Ming to get into this industry because he invested in Myanmar just for the purpose. this……
I just don't understand how he got such a brain. Why five or six years ago, he could see that gambling has a future and was willing to throw a lot of money at Yuzhai. Isn't he afraid of losing money?
Later, when I asked Chaji to register a leather goods company in Myanmar, and Li Minghui came over with the first capital to launder it, I realized that for him, that little bit of money was just a spot on the body of a dinosaur. Don't be afraid of compensation.
Just like that, Li Ming invested in the following casinos, but I took 80% of the profits. Brother Ming originally didn't want the 20%, but I thought about it, they spent a lot of money on me, he didn't want to see it It is not important to me to have this little money, but I must give it.
And today is my twenty-sixth birthday.
"Hassan."
I sat under the umbrella and called back.
"What's wrong, Brother Nan?"
Hassan has become accustomed to Chinese-style addresses. This year he is twenty-three years old, his youthfulness has faded, and he has turned into a simple and honest young man.
"Jin Beibei, are you back today?"
I asked with a wink.
"No."
"This brat is getting more and more arrogant. He didn't even come back for my fucking birthday." I cursed silently.
"Not only did he not come back, Zhang Ben and Brother Hao are both in Mongla. They called just now and asked me to help them toast you a glass of wine during dinner today." Hassan said with a smile.
"...You tell them to stay away."
I replied irritably.
"They help you make money, and you tell them to get lost," Lao Xian replied with a sideways glance.
"Hey, the more I fucking annoy someone, the more they dangle in front of my eyes every day. Hey, last year, if you didn't tell me, did you have cancer? Wasn't there a shadow in your lungs?" I turned around and asked.
"Shit, wasn't that a movie made after drinking too much and holding a steel coin in my arms? Li Hao was just fucking scaring me, saying that when I was sleeping, I was coughing up blood, like a fucking fountain... ...How can I not be afraid?" the old immortal said viciously.
"Ha ha."
Guangming and I laughed immediately.
"Old immortal, I looked up at the stars in the sky last night, and I was inspired to write a couplet for you. Do you want to hear it?" Guangming said with bared teeth.
"If you want to scold me in a corner, don't say that at night, I will poke you in the butt and eye with a flaming stove hook." The old immortal said as always.
"Tell me about it." I was very curious.
"Ahem."
Guangming cleared his throat, then his eyes blurred, and he said slowly: "The first line, inheritance creates genes; the second line, stupidity. B is no accident."
"Hahaha."
I squirted immediately.
"I...fuck you uncle, you called me a stupid bitch," Lao Xian suddenly became anxious.
"Haha... you, his mother, are really stupid, the point is inheritance, do you understand inheritance, haha." I laughed so hard that I almost fell into the pool.
"You still call my dad stupid..." When the old immortal heard my words, he became even more silent and rushed towards the light with a broken voice.
"...I called you by your name, why did you post it yourself?" Guangming said plausibly, and danced blindly with the tiger and crane fists.
"Hengpi, what is Hengpi?" I asked intermittently.
"Passed down from generation to generation,."
Guangming took the time to shout, then threw down his stool, ran away on his bicycle, and shouted without looking back: "Drinking tonight."
"Stop the hell, I have to shoot this gene into your mouth today." The old immortal also chased after him on his bicycle, with the wind blowing under his feet, and his expression was ferocious and stubborn. At this time, some snot bubbles appeared, and the tiger's strength He can definitely kill Fan Debiao instantly.
I laughed for a long time, secretly praising Guangming and being talented, worthy of graduating from a prestigious school, and scolding him for being a flower.
"Brother Nan, there are a lot of fish today. It's dark, so we can still fish." Hassan reminded.
"Wait a moment and catch a ten-pound fish."
I said while holding a cigarette.
"Beep bell bell,."
Just then, my phone rang, and Hassan immediately handed it over.
"Who is it?" I turned around and asked.
"Mrs. Sister-in-law," Hassan had recently read the Three Kingdoms well and spoke with a very distinctive accent.
"Hurry up and bring it over. You can watch it float."
I wiped my hands, took the call, and walked aside quickly.
"Hello, big sister." I said with bared teeth.
"What are you doing?" Ma Da Changshan, a tailor turned "designer" who is on the verge of menopause, asked angrily.
"...Uh, I'm taking a walk."
"Let's go fishing."
"No, why don't you tell me, if I look like Tang Botu, you won't want me anymore, and I won't dare to fish." I lied without hesitation.
"...Okay, happy birthday, Nan Baobao. I can't make it today. I guess I'll arrive tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. Please allow time to pick me up. I want to go to Thailand with you..." Ma Xiaoyou is a little bit rare.
He said meanly.
"Okay, okay, I'll let you make your arrangements. You can do whatever you want." I nodded repeatedly.