A sickly child turned into a rich family's only son

If Cong Ling had not heard this, he would have cried out in injustice.

Zhou Bu asked Bu Congjin to comfort his parents. After all, this was also another way of leaving without saying goodbye.

He simply notified his parents, and there was no so-called consent and discussion process.

Bu Congjin thought this was a good thing. In his eyes, it was just his nephew's belated rebellious period, which finally broke out under the pressure of his parents.

He felt very good, and patted his chest and promised Zhou Bu that he would comfort his parents and let him leave with peace of mind. He also transferred some money to Zhou Bu.

Let him have fun outside. If he doesn’t have enough money, tell his uncle.

Zhou Bu looked at his uncle and was sincerely glad that it was his uncle he met. If it was anyone else in the family, it would definitely not be so easy to pass.

Bu Congjin watched his nephew get on the plane, then turned back to comfort his sister.

As for the ex-brother-in-law? He's not important.

Zhou Buze had a clear goal and went all the way to Yunnan.

A true holiday experience.

Then he walked to the China-Myanmar border and sent a message to his stepmother Yu Qingjia: "Auntie! I'm leaving."

Yu Qingjia, who was looking at new flower species after receiving the message, asked: "...Where are you going?"

Thinking about this, I asked, "Are you going to Myanmar? Xiao Pi?"

Zhou Bu replied: "No! I want to go to the Golden Triangle, I want to experience the world, miss!"

Yu Qingjia looked at his phone and suddenly felt that Congjin was right. Xiao Pi might have been suppressed for too long...

Yu Qingjia asked Zhou Bu to wait and gave her three days to have some fun in Yunnan first.

After Zhou Bu agreed, Yu Qingjia immediately looked for professionals and spent a lot of money to hire an international private "bodyguard" team.

It is possible that this group of bodyguards also take on other tasks, but for Zhou Bu, the main task is bodyguard mission.

Zhou Bu looked at the hotel entrance and the group of people who suddenly knocked on the door, staring at each other in silence...

"Auntie, you don't believe me. You sent me to learn fighting when I was six years old. I also learned shooting from Brother Jing. You don't believe me!"

Zhou Wei didn't expect that Yu Qingjia would be so worried.

Yu Qingjia put down the scissors she was using to trim the branches and wrote back to Zhou Qi, "Baby, taking a gap year doesn't mean you're going to die. No matter how talented and invincible you are, you've only just turned eighteen. If you don't take them with you to Burma, I'll go to Burma to find you right away without taking anything with me."

"I'll also tell your mother, maybe we can go find you together!"

Zhou Bu: ...Ha!

Okay! He compromised, and finally agreed to bring the three men and one woman into Myanmar.

Zhou Bu invited these older brothers and sisters into the room, and they were all very friendly.

These people were very happy that someone spent a lot of money to invite them to travel. For them, the task was really simple.

As long as there is no large-scale army trying to kidnap the young master in front of them.

Zhou Bu asked politely, "What are your names?"

The tall man in the lead pointed at them and introduced them one by one: John, George, Simon, and Jane.

Zhou Bu remained calm at this obviously nonsense name.

Zhou Qi smiled at them and said, "Just call me Matthew!"

"Okay, Master Matthew." George said readily.

Zhou Qi paused and said with a smile: "It's OK, Matthew."

The few of them got to know each other briefly, and Zhou Bu said that they had come from a long distance, so they could take a rest first and set off tomorrow.

George and his friends obediently praised Zhou for being inconsiderate.

Zhou Bu smiled slightly and did not reply. They would know later that he might not be so considerate.

The next day, the group gathered downstairs of the hotel.

George and the others keenly noticed that Master Matthew had changed into a very ordinary T-shirt and jeans, and had taken off his watch and other things.

I sigh that this young master really knows how to deal with things. Although he could have chosen not to do so, it is obvious that an employer who knows how to deal with things so well will save a lot of trouble along the way.

Zhou Bu sat in the swaying van and walked with a group of people on the road in northern Myanmar.

First, it is Yangon, the capital of Myanmar. The environment here is obviously very good, with wide and clean streets and traffic coming and going.

It’s just that every city has slums, and this is true in every country.

But Zhou didn't come here to "see the world".

So he just glanced over those prosperous places.

A group of people appeared in a place where few tourists go.

Low houses and narrow but relatively flat roads.

A messy tangle of wires.

And some locals looked at them, their eyes glowing green under the dim street lights.

Zhou Bu turned a blind eye. He looked at this place, which seemed a little desolate to him, and felt calm inside.

He said to George and the others, let’s continue heading north tomorrow!

He was going to northern Myanmar.

George and the others didn't care. As long as the young master didn't try to break into the presidential palace, he could go wherever he wanted.

We set out at dawn the next day and did not stay for long.

Until he reached a place he really wanted to see.

The messy gravel road, the numb people, the bumpy journey, and the new graves in patches on the roadside.

Jane said that all the people buried in the graves were Chinese.

Zhou Qi's expression did not change, his eyes swept across the cemeteries, and there was no pity in his eyes.

This surprised Jane a little.

She didn't understand Zhou Bu. Pity was useless. These people who couldn't go home didn't need useless pity.

The border is so long and the country loses so many martyrs every year, all for the sake of national peace.

The Golden Triangle has already become a "black vortex", but it is impossible for it to remain a black zone forever.

Zhou Bu was neither a soldier nor a politician. There was little he could do, and he did not intend to present himself as a savior.

Will God come to save the world?

Sorry, he doesn't have the interest nor the energy. He just wants to do his best to heal some wounds, as a way to accumulate merit for his past lives.

It was already dark. A woman with a numb expression was standing on the street soliciting customers. Pedestrians were passing by in a hurry. Men with "weapons" could be seen everywhere.

It reveals that this place is dangerous.

The first thing Zhou Bu did when he came here was to take George and the others to a place where someone gave them "weapons".

George and the others were very surprised, and then they realized that what the young master said about not needing them was not a lie.

The young master, whom they thought was naive, had made many preparations before he even came here.

Not for anything else, just because I hope to leave here safely and with all my hands and feet intact.

Zhou Bu came here to see the world and find his goals. He also had to go back to take care of his grandmother in her old age instead of becoming a new grave.

Zhou Bu ignored George and the others' strange looks and walked into a large casino.

You can't tell the secret from the outside, but once you go in you'll know what's inside. It's obviously a place that shouldn't be seen by others.

Zhou Bu looked natural and changed the chips skillfully.

He turned a blind eye to those who stared at him with ill intentions.

He was not afraid even though he came here alone, let alone with several bodyguards following him.

Under the surprised gazes of George and the others, he looked at each table one by one. After looking for a while, he picked a table and sat down.

Put down the chips, and after a while, the chips in front of Zhou Wei have increased several times.

But he still looked calm and composed.

Many people have been secretly keeping an eye on him, and George and his men had noticed it long ago. They were all secretly on edge, ready to take action at any time.

Only the young man at the center of the vortex looked as relaxed as if he had just bought a few eggs.

The chips piled up more and more, but Zhou Bu remained expressionless.

The atmosphere became tense, and more and more people began to gather here, coming and going.

George and the others were gradually surrounded, but Zhou Bu seemed not to see anything and remained calm.