Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

Compared with fraud, drugs are indeed more profitable.

The cost is relatively low, such as the main raw material for making drugs: poppy.

In northern Myanmar, it is a national industry.

This means that the planting area is very large, and the larger the planting area, the higher the yield.

There is a saying that goes like this:

Things are rare.

There are so many poppies in northern Myanmar, so the price is naturally not too high.

It is even said that capable warlords or big bosses will directly contract some places to grow poppies.

In this way, the cost will be less.

Drugs are very easy to become addicted to, and once you become addicted, it is difficult to get rid of them.

This means that drugs are not like fraud and there are no guarantees.

If you don't cheat, there will be no income from fraud.

And those hidden gentlemen have become a steady stream of customers in this area.

Considering cost and stability, drugs are undoubtedly the first choice.

The planting date of poppy in northern Myanmar is August or September, and the harvest date is around January of the following year.

The time when Sister Feng and I came here happened to be when the poppy plant was about to be harvested.

No wonder I can see the yellowing poppies, it’s the right time.

I frowned and glanced at the excited Sister Feng next to me. I inevitably had the urge to give her a big pussy.

It's just that it's okay to stick your tail up in front of outsiders, but you don't dare to do this in front of Sister Feng.

The car drove along and passed a village on the way. However, the village was empty, as if no one lived in it.

The car finally stopped in front of a factory.

The factory is not small, but there are not that many people.

This factory is not a drug manufacturing area, but a place where raw materials are processed.

You know, there are a lot of mountains in this place.

The year-round warm climate also makes the mountains here covered with dense forests, which also provides a good shelter for drug production.

In fact, the reason why the drug manufacturing place is not visible is to avoid colleagues.

In northern Myanmar, the biggest threat to drug production comes not from other people, but from pressure from peers.

The market only goes so far and you sell too much. The other party will naturally earn less.

Besides, even if there are overseas markets, who doesn’t want to make more money?

Therefore, drug manufacturing places are generally not too large and extremely secretive.

Furthermore, those who can prepare drugs will not hand over their secret recipes.

If you teach the disciples, the master will starve to death.

When a poison maker makes poison, he will only leave behind people he trusts.

Large-scale factories are obviously not feasible.

Closer to home.

As soon as Sister Feng parked her car here, she saw a man coming towards her.

The man has a dark face and a lean build, and many scars can be seen on his exposed skin.

Most of the scars were sutured, but the person doing the suturing was obviously not good at it.

It's crooked, like centipedes lying on it.

On his face, the two upturned mustaches are extremely eye-catching.

Perhaps it was because of the embarrassment that Jiang Jun had when he admitted the wrong person last time. This time, Sister Feng opened the car door herself before the man came to open the door.

"Sister Feng is here."

With a smile on his face, the man greeted him, then twirled his beard with his hand. He seemed to feel it was inappropriate and put down the hand twirling his beard.

"A Sheng, you are still the same."

Sister Feng was wearing a little black windbreaker and was full of momentum. She glanced at Asheng's hand twirling his beard, her eyes full of meaning.

"Sister Feng, don't stand here anymore. Come on, come into the room and talk."

Ah Sheng did not answer Sister Feng's words, but instead asked Sister Feng to come into the room to talk.

"Walk."

Sister Feng said calmly, when the two of us were talking, it was as if I didn't exist.

I got out of the car and stood next to Sister Feng, and Ah Sheng just glanced at me lightly.

But there isn’t much difference in my mind. Maybe Ah Sheng just thinks that I am the pretty boy that Sister Feng prefers.

When you come to the factory, you can see those mud-legged men patrolling with guns.

There are not many buildings in the field, most of them are warehouses.

There are vehicles that are easy to transport. The reason why large vehicles are not used is because the roads here are not suitable at all.

Asheng took us into a room, which was very spacious and empty without anything.

Apart from a table, a few chairs, and a bed, there is almost nothing extra inside.

"Sister Feng, the raw materials are growing very well this time, and we will make money again this year!"

After Ah Sheng gave Sister Feng a stool, he sat down on his own, with excitement on his face.

“How much raw material do you still have from last year?”

Sister Feng nodded, and instead of continuing what Asheng said, she asked like this.

"Last year? I remember..."

There was some confusion in Asheng's eyes. When he was about to say something, he saw a man with mud legs running over with a gun, interrupting Asheng's words:

"Brother Sheng, it's bad, the village chief is taking the lead again to destroy those poppies!"

The mud-legged man ran over in a hurry, but was blocked by the deaf-mute driver.

"what happened?"

Sister Feng's expression darkened when she heard what the mud-legged man said, and she frowned and asked.

"Sister Feng, this is a bit troublesome to talk about. It's better to stop them first, otherwise we will suffer a big loss if we let them destroy Poppy."

Asheng rubbed his brow and said, then stood up and walked outside.

As soon as Sister Feng heard that Poppy might be destroyed, she stood up and walked outside without asking any questions.

Asheng drove a pickup truck, and Sister Feng and I followed in her luxury car.

Although the pickup truck is not that expensive, it is not slow in running.

After a while, we arrived at the village we passed by when we came.

The two were not far apart to begin with, so it didn't take long.

When we arrived at the village, we heard shouts and the threatening sounds of those mud-legged men.

Then I saw a scene like this. Mudlegs held an electric baton and stopped dozens of locals who were wearing rags and filled with indignation.

Although the villagers looked angry, there was no major conflict.

It feels like it was premeditated.

If you look carefully, you can see that the villagers can't help but look at the gray-haired old man who leads them.

"More money! More money! Otherwise, those poppies will be destroyed!"

The old man's eyes were firm, as if he had some determination.

Poppies are generally grown by local people.

And when it comes to harvesting, they also do it, which is a tiring job.

But the price is not high. The villagers may resist, but it won't be like this.

"A Sheng, you've been with me for so long, and you still don't know how to deal with this kind of thing?"

Sister Feng's face turned cold when she saw the scene in front of her. She took the deaf-mute driver's gun and was about to kill the village chief.

At the last moment, Asheng lowered the muzzle of Sister Feng's gun, letting the bullet hit the ground, and then said with an aggrieved look:

"If it were anyone else, I would kill him, but do you know, Sister Feng? The poison maker Yicai is from this village!"