Record of northern Myanmar

I watched Zhang Jiao get into Brother Song's car, put her luggage in the trunk, and drive out slowly.

I looked away and stared at my suitcase.

Sure enough, she is still here and has not gone back.

He also moved with Brother Song.

What business is she investing in here?

Besides pornography, gambling, drugs, extortion, kidnapping and murder, what other business is there?

Now I no longer feel the same way about her as before, only indifference.

In fact, I was still too young to understand the complicated social relationships, so I couldn't understand why Zhang Jiao stayed here instead of leaving.

After the chaotic boarding process outside, the car started moving.

I took a look from the window. In front of me, there were off-road vehicles with various weapons in front of and behind Brother Song's luxury car.

Two or three of our vans were in the middle, followed by two buses.

There seemed to be a lot of people this time.

Yesterday's carnival, these people were able to pack their luggage and leave so quickly, which shows that the situation is very urgent.

I didn't have breakfast and was a little hungry.

The people in the car looked familiar, but didn't recognize them.

Some of them gathered together and whispered, and some leaned on their seats and fell asleep with their eyes closed.

I didn't see anyone eating.

Besides, there was nothing to eat in the car.

I pinched my suitcase and turned it sideways to open it.

What I didn't expect was that the snacks I bought before were also put in. I quickly took out a pack of biscuits, tore open the opening, took out one and stuffed it into my mouth.

Hearing the sound of me eating cookies, the person in the back seat came up to me.

"Brother Meng, are there any more?" The young man was very polite and obviously wanted to please.

I looked back and saw that several people had opened their eyes.

I stuffed two more pieces into my mouth and handed the biscuits over, "Everyone share."

"Thank you, Brother Meng!" The young man smiled immediately, sat back, and shared cookies with the people behind him.

I turned to look out the window.

I'm used to what they call me.

Although we are all the same people, I think so.

But in their eyes, I am no longer the same as them.

What's different?

Not the same piggy?

A piglet left to be slaughtered!

The motorcade drove east. I remember that direction, where Li Yuanyuan and Wang Huijun were imprisoned.

However, after reaching a fork in the road, the convoy did not continue forward, but turned right and drove south.

Because of a pack of biscuits, the people in the car became familiar with each other.

The young man behind him just now moved forward.

"Brother Meng, do you know where we are going?" he asked.

I shook my head, "I don't know. I was woken up by Brother Hu before I woke up. He got off and got in the car."

I handed over a bag of potato chips in my hand. He was surprised and took a few pieces, put them in his hands and ate them slowly.

Then he sat next to me directly from behind.

"Brother Meng, I heard them say before that you were following Brother Tiger. Brother Tiger is so fierce, aren't you afraid?"

I thought about it and found that most of the time, Ahu was quite easy to talk to.

As long as he makes no mistakes, he will not punish people casually.

The only time I was punished by him was to watch him being buried alive.

"It's okay!" I responded, "What's your job at the casino?"

The young man said: "I'm following Sister Mei."

I nodded.

If you follow Sister Mei, you will serve the guests.

To put it nicely, they are all called princess and prince.

If it's ugly, it's called prostitution.

He is not ugly and belongs to the comely category.

However, casinos seem to choose this type when selecting people.

There are exceptions, those who are tall and have eight-pack abs.

These are found in dance halls, catering to rich women and men.

People like the guy next to me work in casinos and hotels.

"what's your name?"

The young man ate potato chips and said, "My name is Han Kun. They all call me A Kun. Brother Meng can also call me A Kun."

Seeing us eating and chatting, other people slowly gathered around.

The driver in front looked over in the rearview mirror and met my eyes.

I didn't hide away, and neither did he.

After a few seconds, he first looked away, but he didn't stop us from chatting together.

I thought that he should know me, maybe because of A Hu and Brother Song, he didn’t scold and stop me.

That's good!

I don't care at all, even if he doesn't let us get together and chat, I won't pay attention to him.

They all talked about their sudden departure.

None of the various gossips is reliable.

The most outrageous thing was said by a baby-faced person.

He said: "I heard that the casino offended a rich man, and he hired mercenaries to come over and destroy the casino, so the boss took us and ran away!"

Han Kun said: "Yes, yes, I heard what you said, it's still the end of the world!"

"Then why do you think it is?" Babyface was unconvinced.

Han Kun looked back and forth, especially the driver, and beckoned everyone to come closer.

"I heard that the boss is wanted in the country and the police are coming to arrest him!"

"Huh? Really!"

"How do the police know about Brother Song?"

"I heard that I was betrayed by some piggy!"

"Ahem, uh-huh!"

The driver suddenly cleared his throat, and everyone quickly winked at each other and sat back down.

The car became quiet again, and I looked outside the car.

What's rare is that there are gradually more buildings outside. The buildings with South Asian characteristics are very beautiful set against the tropical plants.

There were more pedestrians and vehicles on the road, and I also saw a tour group from China visiting a temple under the guidance of a tour guide.

The people in the car no longer chatted, but opened the car window and looked out.

For me, no, for us, arriving in Myanmar is considered as leaving the country.

But apart from the bloody and depressing park, and the daily scams on the Internet and phone calls, where is the chance to see and play everywhere?

At most, he was taken to the Golden Triangle Casino, which was another bloody and brutal place where people killed without blood.

That's it.

Therefore, seeing the different scenery outside from the car window somewhat dilutes the dark and negative emotions that have been brought about for a long time.

me either.

I feel like my breathing has become much easier.

I just don’t know where to drive.

At noon, the convoy stopped on the roadside on the edge of a city.

A guard came over, armed with a gun, and asked us to get out of the car for convenience.

We were all men in the car, and the car kept stopping on the road. Some of us couldn't hold it in any longer, so we told the driver that we wanted to get off for convenience.

As a result, the driver pointed to the cardboard box behind him, and when he opened it, it turned out to be an empty drink bottle.

We solved the problem speechlessly with drink bottles.

I thought in disgust, us men are fine, but what about the women in other cars?

Someone chuckled in a low voice, then turned to us and said, "Are they hanging on the car window and just sticking it out to pee?"

The joke was bad, but it elicited a burst of laughter.

I also imagined the scene and felt that it would be better for us to pout directly facing the outside than to let them pout. It would definitely be more convenient for them.

Sure enough, a bad environment will create bad human nature.

When the driver heard this dirty joke, he laughed and shook his shoulders.

After getting off the bus, we were driven back. In front of the car door, someone was carrying a plastic bag and each of us was given a piece of bread and a bottle of water. It was considered lunch.

I was at the end, and when I got the bread and water and was about to get on the bus, I was stopped.

"Ah Meng!"

I turned around and saw a guard next to Brother Song. He waved to me.

"Brother Song lets you go! Bring your things!"

I looked back and saw that the people who got on the bus first were all looking at me from the window.

Han Kun handed me my suitcase, "Brother Meng, here it is!"

The way they looked at me became cautious.