my body has no limits

Chapter 79
"My third uncle is also a violent person, so he shot all the captives in one shot. What happened after that is self-evident. He left the army and got mixed up in these countries."

With Xiao Zhuang's introduction, the image of Uncle Zhuang began to grow in Yang Ding's mind.

As the youngest son of Mr. Zhuang, Mr. Zhuang is very popular with Mr. Zhuang. It is said that the emperor loves the eldest son, and the common people love the youngest son.

Mr. Zhuang had two older brothers and one older sister when he was born. Coupled with the love of his parents, his temperament can be imagined.

However, although he is a bit rebellious, as a veteran, Mr. Zhuang cannot spoil his son forever.

So he began to correct Zhuang Haiyang's character with the method of the army.

Unexpectedly, the naughty Zhuang Haiyang adapted to the life of the family's military camp all at once, and even directly broke the family training of Mr. Zhuang after he became an adult and joined the army.

You must know that the Zhuang family used to be a big family. Because of the war, there are only three people left, including Mr. Zhuang.

Dozens of family members all participated in the army or logistics support, and finally sacrificed more than 90.00%.

Peace is hard-won, Mr. Zhuang does not want his son to face the threat of war anymore.

He didn't even enjoy the honor and preferential treatment he should have enjoyed, and returned to the ancestral land of the dealer.

Zhuang Sanye also changed his face to join the army without telling his father.

And because of his good foundation and natural adaptability to the army, he became a border scout.

At that time, Hua Guo's special forces were not fully developed, and these border scouts were actually the special forces here.

Even if he joined the reconnaissance battalion, Zhuang Haiyang's unruliness would still show up from time to time.

Of course, this is also beneficial, because he is the most suitable person in the reconnaissance camp for makeup reconnaissance.

And during the investigation, he was even able to sneak across the border to obtain information abroad.

This is a very serious problem after being discovered, but not only can he go, but he can also protect the secret. It has to be said that he is very suitable for intelligence work.

Because of frequent cross-border investigations, he got to know important figures from four or five countries in the border areas, both black and white.

Later, when Zhuang Haiyang's future was bright, a mission changed his future.

Because of the marks and information left by a captive on Zhuang Haiyang's way back, they were ambushed and three people were killed in the reconnaissance battalion, all of whom were Zhuang Haiyang's closest comrades in arms.

In a fit of rage, Zhuang Haiyang stunned them before returning to the barracks.

"Your third uncle is really a man!"

Yang Ding gave Xiao Zhuang a thumbs up, which was given to Uncle Zhuang.

After getting off the plane in Chuncheng, Yang Ding and Xiao Zhuangyou got on the bus to Yongd County, Canglin City. They were going to sleep in the car for eleven hours.

What a long journey!

"Third Uncle, come and pick us up next time."

After seeing Zhuang Haiyang, Xiaozhuang couldn't help complaining about the trip.

It's okay to fly, but it's really uncomfortable to take a bus for more than ten hours. Although he can lie down, he can't stop at any time, which makes him very uncomfortable.

"I said to pick you up, didn't you refuse?"

This is the independence and freedom you want. Since you want to come here by yourself, you have to endure the anguish of the journey.

"I used to sit on the train for five or six days, and the chairs were all hard. Now you can lie down and come here, what is there to complain about?"

Although Uncle Zhuang likes Xiaozhuang, his educational philosophy is the same as that of his father, and boys cannot be raised too comfortably.

"Next time I'd rather drive here by myself than take a car. It's so embarrassing."

Xiao Zhuang didn't feel that it was hard work, it was just a psychological feeling, exhausted and aggrieved.

"Is this little friend the friend you mentioned?"

"Hi Mr. Zhuang, just call me Yang Ding."

"Well, since you are Xiao Zhuang's friend, just call me third uncle, Mr. Zhuang is too out of touch."

"Uncle Zhuang!"

"Well, Xiaozhuang, Yang Ding, let's go."

Although he slept all the way, Zhuang Haiyang took Xiaozhuang and Yang Ding to rest for a day before leaving for Myanmar.

"Third Uncle, what are we going to do in Myanmar this time?"

I've already crossed the border, so it's time to speed up what business I want to do, right?
Zhuang Haiyang sat in the back seat, looked at Xiao Zhuang and Yang Ding who looked curious, and unhurriedly explained the goal of this trip to Myanmar.

"Our trip to Myanmar this time is mainly to gamble on wood."

Gambling?

Yang Ding didn't know about other businesses, but he did know something about gambling with wood, because Yang Ding had a string of red sandalwood beads in his hand.

Because the price of mahogany has risen rapidly, a group of people go to Vietnam and Africa, the major producing areas of huanghuali and red sandalwood, to directly buy logs.

There is a saying in the mahogany world that ten sandalwoods are nine empty, and buying logs is a gamble on this fact.

However, as the number of logs in the production area began to decrease, or for other reasons, this method of gambling with wood basically did not continue to develop. Compared with gambling with stones, the scale and impact are far apart.

In addition to betting on logs, there is another gambling method, betting on houses.

Many Vietnamese countries and countries that grow mahogany have the habit of using mahogany to build houses in the countryside. It is said that it is to prevent insects and ants.

Some people began to buy houses in this area, and dismantled them to find the mahogany inside.

This kind of gambling method is more likely to be simple, because the people in these areas basically don't know that there are such precious things in their houses.

But as more and more people come to buy houses in these areas, it has also caused alarm among locals.

Because of the decrease in listings and rising housing prices, it is very difficult to buy an ideal wooden house now.

Uncle Zhuang is now going to Myanmar to gamble on the house, or it cannot be called gambling, but to demolish the house.

"A friend of mine is doing infrastructure construction in the special zone, and he got a few villages in his hands. Now he invites me to go and have a look."

It turned out that a special zone on the border between Myanmar and China wanted to demolish several villages, move them outside the mountains, and set up a small town.

The houses in the mountains belonged to that friend of Uncle Zhuang.

The mahogany in Myanmar is a precious resource. If it wasn't for the SAR government's inability to spend so much money, it would be impossible for these villages to fall into the hands of Uncle Zhuang's friends.

"Third Uncle, is there also mahogany in Myanmar?"

Xiaozhuang knew that mahogany furniture was very expensive, but he basically didn't know the source of these mahogany. He thought that only China could produce authentic mahogany.

"Myanmar also has mahogany, mainly rosewood. Burmese rosewood is mainly divided into large fruit red sandalwood, and another kind is bird's foot red sandalwood. The former is light rosewood, and the latter is heavy rosewood; although both are rich in aroma and fine in structure, The texture is staggered; the woodiness and woodiness are very good, and the stability is very high.

And it is nearly a hundred times cheaper than high-end huanghuali and rosewood, and has the highest potential among ordinary rosewood..."

Muxing Xiaozhuang didn't understand any structure, so he heard the last sentence of his third uncle, "the potential is the highest, 2 to 3 yuan per ton, and it will definitely appreciate in value in the future."

After buying it, Yang Ding didn't know how much the Burmese mahogany could grow, but he was very happy to have a batch of mahogany in his hand.

(End of this chapter)