When Danbo left the hotel, his steps were relaxed and his expression was cheerful. He was the lucky guy who won the jackpot, and the peak of his life was about to come. Behind him, two BBC reporters were like old trees in the village, looking into the distance at the door of the hotel, their faces stiff.
For Westerners, Asia, Africa and Latin America should be a backward and ignorant place. The indigenous people should look up at the white people who came from afar with a flattering silly smile, stretch out their dirty hands, and try to ask for something.
Jack London is an American who wrote "Love Life" and was a primary school text. He also wrote an article "Unprecedented Invasion" in which he imagined using biological and chemical weapons to exterminate the Chinese people.
This short story was written in 1910. Jack London imagined that in 1976, the white coalition forces would surround China and kill all the indigenous people like dogs. This should be inspired by the infectious diseases that destroyed the Indians, Mayans, and Aztecs.
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The reason for the massacre is simple - there is no common psychological core between white people and Chinese, and there are too many Chinese.
‘White skins’ love life, but their definition of life is different from ours.
When they discovered that the lowly creature in their eyes might have defrauded them of five hundred dollars and a micro-camera, the hearts of the two British guys exploded. They had no way to call Danbo back, so they could only vent their grievances on the hired translator.
On the body.
"In the future, you must faithfully translate our words and cannot modify them randomly. Now is the stage of collecting materials, and the authenticity of the materials must be ensured. How to process them in the later stage is our job, not yours. Remember, you are just a translator."
A British guy poked the translator in the chest with his finger, which made the latter angry and hurt. But he was caught in the ruse of robbing the translator just now, so he could only lower his head to admit his mistake and ask for forgiveness. As for the future...
Until the British find the next reliable translator, the current translator does not plan to change. They are in the same group, and no one can live without the other.
"Where is the next interviewee?" The two reporters flipped through the interview notebooks and thought that the interviewees found by the translator were not reliable. "Or we can interview randomly. Let's start from this hotel."
There are some small businessmen in the hotel. They travel among the war-torn states, make friends with the leaders of the forces, and allow goods and currency to flow.
The various states also need merchants, otherwise even if they plant a lot of tobacco fields, it will be of no use if they cannot buy daily necessities? This thing cannot be eaten or worn.
The businessman knew a lot of information and was a good interview subject. The reporter asked a translator and actually found a middle-aged man who was having dinner in the hotel.
After revealing his identity, he asked the same old question, "What do you think of the intruders from the north?"
The middle-aged man had a dark face and thick arms. He looked calm and ate slowly, but there was a rifle at his feet. There were two young men at the same table, who should be his subordinates.
In response to the reporter's question, the middle-aged businessman raised his head slightly and sneered: "Those are investors invited by the state. Only people with ulterior motives would slander them as intruders."
"But these so-called 'investors' are killing people everywhere. We have evidence. They massacred many people. Don't you think this is too cruel? This is an invasion."
The BBC reporter tried to correct the middle-aged businessman's view, but the other party still sneered, "Too few were killed. We should kill more."
This view was so shocking that reporters and translators were dumbfounded.
"Why?"
"Those who were eliminated were all bandits. They caused wars and vendettas everywhere, and we suffered greatly from them. No one wants to live in unrest all day long.
You people in the West are human beings, and so are we people in the East. We want to stay in an orderly place, not in an environment where we might be beaten to death if we go out, or even be burned to death if we stay at home.
I am willing to pay taxes, be a guide, and take refuge in the Holy Light. I just hope they can manage the place well.
But you British people want to make war everywhere in order to profit from it. In the past, we had no choice but to be bullied by you. Now we want to live in a different way."
The middle-aged businessman was sitting at the table, eating a simple dinner. He made no secret of his hatred of Westerners and stared at the two British reporters fiercely.
The British people knew something was wrong when they looked at each other, but they were still waiting for the translator to explain. But the translator rushed to shout to the middle-aged businessman: "You are so ignorant, the people in the north are just taking advantage of you. Do you really think they are?"
Is what you said true?
Although there is no evidence yet, the Holy Light definitely has a conspiracy. They may have done some good things, but they are an evil group sanctioned by the United States. We are a free and democratic world, and we must drive them out."
The translator was very excited, and the middle-aged businessman also became louder, "Stop playing this trick with me. I have also lived in Yangon and I am tired of hearing your nonsense."
There's no evidence, right? Because you don't care about evidence. You just want to cause trouble. You can make up evidence if you need to.
You don't care how many meals the people in the village eat a day, nor how dilapidated the huts the poor live in, nor how many children die of illness before they reach adulthood.
As for the local rebels, you have been unable to do anything about them for decades. After all, you are hundreds of kilometers away, living in a comfortable big house, and living a high-class life.
Besides screaming, what else have you done? Now that someone has come to help us, you are now emboldened to bring foreigners to cause trouble. You think you won’t die if civilized people come, right? I want
Prove you wrong."
The middle-aged businessman cursed to the end and took up the rifle at his feet. Two of his men also stood up and pointed their guns at the British man.
The British man only heard his translator suddenly quarreling with the interviewee, and when he saw the muzzle of the gun, he quickly raised his hands. The translator also shouted: "I am an employee of the British BBC, and I have an overseas passport."
Chug tug tug......
"I don't recognize this." The middle-aged businessman pulled the trigger, and all three bullets were fired into the translator's chest. The latter fell backwards and fell to the ground, dying instantly.
The British man was so frightened that he raised his hands and backed away, turned around and hid in the hotel kitchen.
There was no back door in the kitchen, and the Englishman circled around like a hasty mouse, begging the cook, and crouching behind the cupboard, hoping for shelter.
The hotel cook was puzzled and went outside to see what was going on.
After a while, the cook came back and signaled to the British guys that they could go out. But the two British guys refused to leave behind the cupboard. It was not until the Lashio officials came that they walked out of the hotel kitchen tremblingly.
Everyone in the hotel was very calm. Except for a pool of blood on the floor of the lobby, it was as if nothing had happened. The middle-aged businessman who fired the gun had long since disappeared. As for the translator...
"We will be responsible for tracking down the murderer, but it will take time. The body has been sent to the hospital morgue. We don't have an ice coffin here. If no one claims it, it will be buried tomorrow. Do you want to take the body back to Yangon?"
The Lashio officials stared at the two British guys. The latter shook their heads directly. They only asked for help in getting a car and hoped to return to Yangon as soon as possible. For the rest, they could only hope in God.
The matter ended like this. The British paid the funeral expenses and compensated the hotel. Finally, they spent a lot of money to hire a broken car and left Lashio in despair. They even forgot about Dambo, five hundred dollars and a car.