When the British guy took out a ten-dollar note from his wallet and handed it over, Danbo felt for the first time that these foreign devils were not as rich as he imagined. But the translator hired by the other party specifically reminded: "Take it, foreigners are very generous, this is
For you."
Danbo wanted to sneer.
As an employee of "Holy Light Overseas Development Company", Danba is not tall and not strong. But he has an advantage that others do not have. He can speak several dialects of northern Myanmar and Chinese. The group is in great need of language talents, so his monthly salary
It's two hundred and forty dollars.
When the tall-nosed and dark-eyed foreigner stopped Danbo, he was a little panicked. Hearing that he would be paid for the interview, he was full of expectations. But when he saw this BBC reporter digging into his pocket... How much is ten dollars? Forty or fifty dollars.
Just sister money.
He was doubly disappointed.
This is really not much money.
Danbo accepted the money anyway and followed the two foreign reporters to a hotel in the city. He had no sense of confidentiality, and he never thought there was anything wrong with accepting the money. He just felt that the money was small.
"Tell me. What do you want to ask?"
The BBC reporter obviously knew about Danbo and knew that this young man was not Chinese, but a local working for the Holy Light. He felt that a person with this status would be a breakthrough.
"As far as we know, the army from the north has invaded your homeland. Can you tell us what you know? For example, how many troops are there in the invading army, what is their equipment, their troop numbers, etc."
Danbo was confused as soon as the reporter opened his mouth. He didn't know the numbers of the troops and equipment at all, let alone thought it was an invasion. He was speechless and didn't know how to answer.
The local translator hired by the reporter felt that Danbo was too stupid to be silent and said unhappily: "Aren't you working for people in the north? Tell me about something that makes you angry. There must be some, yes.
wrong?"
Something to be angry about?
There really is.
"The company organized us to dig trenches, and said that if a hundred of us could dig more work than the instructors, each of us would be given a bonus. We were so happy at the time, and we felt that no matter how bad we were, we would definitely be better than the instructors alone.
.
We specially selected the 100 strongest people, prepared the best shovels and hoes, and worked from early morning to night, working so hard that many people's hands were scratched."
The translator interrupted: "You won, but the bad guys didn't admit it, right?"
"No, we lost."
"How is this possible? Haven't you all eaten? A hundred people are better than one!"
"Because the instructor drove a thing called an 'excavator' the next day."
Danbo had an angry look on his face when he said this. He still feels that he was fooled. But that excavator is really powerful. It can take half a cube with one shovel. Later, he learned that the instructor did it on purpose, and many people were deceived by him.
Go drive the excavator.
Now it was the translator's turn to be confused. After being questioned by the BBC reporter, he pondered for a long time before saying: "He was forced to work by the intruders. The working conditions were very bad. Many people were injured and humiliated. So he was very angry."
Danba's expression was indeed very angry.
The BBC reporters nodded and expressed deep sympathy for Dumbo's experience. They continued to ask: "Are there concentration camps? Were women and children tortured? Was there mass murder?"
The first question stumped Danbo. He asked the translator, "What is a concentration camp?"
The translator said with a tone of hatred: "I just want to ask: Have many people been arrested? Have your women been raped? Have many people been killed? Has your life become very bad?"
Danbo shook his head and nodded again, "It is true that some people were arrested and some died, but there was no trouble. The company treated us very well. We worked easily and had enough to eat. We were treated when we were sick and we were given money. People in the village
Everyone hopes to be recruited by the company.
As for me, things are really bad these days. I liked a girl before, and she liked me too. I wanted to marry her, but I couldn't afford enough money, so her dad asked me to eat shit to sober up. Now I have money.
Yes, I went back to the village to find her a few days ago."
This story is a bit gossipy and full of tragic elements. The translator interrupted again, "The girl you like must have married and given birth to children. You reunited with her and found that you still love each other, but you are in pain but there is nothing you can do about it."
Danbo still shook his head, "No... the girl I like is not married yet, let alone has children.
But her father said that since I have money, I have to pay ten times the bride price to marry my sister as well. My sister is more beautiful than my sister, and I like her too, but I haven’t collected ten times the money yet.”
What a tragedy!
The translator almost choked to death at this turn of events. He could only think again and said to two BBC reporters: "There are indeed inhumane concentration camps, and many young women have been abused.
Those who were forced to work did not have enough to eat, nor could they rest. Everyone was eager to escape from the devil's cave. In addition, this boy could not be with the girl he liked. This was a tragedy caused by those damn intruders."
Danbo was indeed in a depressed mood. Two BBC reporters thought of the tragedy of "lovers falling in love with each other, but were forcibly separated by evil groups", and expressed deep sympathy for his experience.
"Don't worry, child. God will bless you. We will disclose the situation here to the international community, rescue you, and let you be with the girl you love."
A BBC reporter reached out and patted Danbo on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort. Another reporter continued with the help of a translator: "But we need to click on photos to increase the credibility of the report.
Can you take some photos for us? For example, take photos of the soldiers coming from the north, the scenes of them bullying you, the abused locals, the horrific concentration camps. Of course, you can also take photos of your beloved girl who was taken away.
We'd like to pay for these pictures. How about ten dollars each?"
The words came out of the translator's mouth with a slight change, "Each photo is one dollar. Take more and make a fortune from these foreigners. Especially take some tragic scenes."
I know this is a bit dangerous. So we can cooperate and find some people to pose for photos. Find someone to get some military uniforms, get some blood, get some injuries, etc. I am familiar with this and can teach you. Just agree.
"
Danbo was confused again, "I don't have a camera."
"It doesn't matter, these two foreigners will prepare it for you."
"I don't know how to take pictures either."
"I'll help you with this. Just agree."
Danbo looked at the translator who was the intermediary, then at the two BBC reporters, thought about it carefully, nodded and said: "Pay me five hundred dollars in advance, and then give me the camera. I'll do it."
The translator was annoyed, "Hey, don't bargain on the price. I can't give you money first, and I can't give you the camera directly. Don't make trouble."
Danbo stretched out his hand towards the two foreigners, spread out his five fingers, shook them, and said again: "Five hundred dollars, and give me the camera."
He said this several times in a row, which made the translator very embarrassed. He could only relay to the BBC reporter: "This guy wants five thousand dollars. I think he is not reliable and may be trying to defraud money. How about I do something else?"
Find someone to cooperate with."
The two BBC reporters stared at Tanbo and discussed privately. They took out a hundred-dollar bill from their wallets, and Tanbo immediately waved his hands and repeated "five hundred" in Burmese.
So Dumbo got five hundred dollars.
The next camera was also obtained through mutual gestures, and it also came with more than a dozen boxes of film.
Both reporters and Danbo were very satisfied with this. Both parties shook hands, hugged, and wished each other the best of luck.
Only the translator stood there with a cold face and no expression. When Danbo left with his camera, US dollars and the expectations of a BBC reporter, the translator muttered beside him: "Do you think this kid will come back again? He must have taken the money and ran away."
"
The two BBC reporters were celebrating their wit. When they heard this, they looked at each other and realized that things were not as easy as they thought.