Tiger Police

Chapter 157
"Xiaohu, you have not been here for a long time. It is normal not to know these things. We are an ethnic autonomous prefecture here, and we can implement some local policies. Although the Bathing Banyan Festival is a special festival for the Burmese, in order to further open up and expand its influence, the state There have been organized activities in the Internet since the year before last. It is mainly to organize trade in border areas, in the words of ordinary people, it is to catch the street (gai) son."

"There is also the Writers' Festival. It used to be a worship activity for Burmese people, but later it evolved into worshiping and rewarding great writers who are "as noble as gods". So in [-], it was officially established as the Writers' Festival. .Now it is also one of the important folk festivals in Myanmar, but its influence is not as great as the Banyan Festival.”

Hu Pingtao nodded again and again: "Brother Liu, are these people here to drive the streets in our territory?"

Liu Zhongdao: "Most of them are here to sell goods. Look at the one who is inspecting. The big pockets are full of slippers. They are very beautiful, aren't they? Hehe, in fact, they are not Burmese goods at all, but wholesale from Annan. In the middle, I dumped it once, then brought it over and resold it to us."

"Does he pay taxes for doing this?" Hu Pingtao asked.

"Of course you have to pay." Liu Zhong pointed to an old woman who was crowded in the queue in the distance: "That woman often comes here to sell soap flowers. There were no such things in Myanmar before, and they were all brought from Siam. Over the years, some The Burmese also opened soap flower factories, but the craftsmanship is not as good as the Siamese."

"Well, that man specializes in root carving business. I met him in [-]. At that time, there was no border checkpoint, only one checkpoint. Root carving is a big business. At that time, he used a car to sell root carvings. , I heard that I made a lot of money. Later, it seemed that I offended someone in the Burmese army. The whole family business was destroyed, my wife was taken away, and my two children were killed on the spot. The family was really ruined... Now only If you leave him alone, you can’t do root carving, so you can only bring some sandalwood beads and miscellaneous jade bracelets every time to make ends meet.”

"There's also that woman who advertises that she specializes in Indian sarees, but in fact, most of her products are tube skirts. Of course, it can't be regarded as a bait, at most it's a side ball. After all, some people just hold the yarn. Wearing a single-tube skirt. I led a team the year before last and saw her getting into disputes with customers at the Xiaomengzhe market. It was clearly a tube skirt, but she insisted that it was an improved version of the saree... You said it was a mess, even the market management office Many people feel that there is no way to mediate, they can only educate, and let it go."

Hu Pingtao frowned slightly: "Brother Liu, according to what you said, most of these traders who enter the country sell fake goods?"

"It depends on what you think." Liu Zhong said: "If you want to say it's fake, it's not fake. After all, most of the goods are produced abroad. Slippers, bracelets, beads, cooling oil, soap flowers, coconut balm, belts , coffee candy, fried pigskin, lacquerware, ivory carvings, wood carvings, pathein umbrellas, harps, all kinds of woven fabrics... are all branded as Burmese products, but if someone who is familiar with international trade is replaced I know that many things are not produced in Myanmar at all, but come from neighboring countries.”

"As far as food is concerned, fried pork skin and coffee candy are produced in Siam. It's not that Burmese people can't make them, but the ones they make are unpalatable. They are completely different from the products from Siam."

"Interesting." Hu Pingtao said with a smile: "Only when they come and go, they don't just come here to sell goods! They must buy something when they leave?"

"It's mainly small commodities." Liu Zhong lowered his voice: "Have you been to domestic scenic spots?"

Hu Pingtao nodded: "I've been."

Liu Zhong asked again: "Do you still have any impressions of those small commodities that are common in scenic spots?"

Hu Pingtao was a little puzzled: "There is one thing, it is ordinary handicrafts, hats, toys and so on."

Liu Zhong smiled: "This is what Burmese people come to buy. They used to buy at retail, but now they do wholesale. Let me tell you the truth: last year, several outbound tourist groups from the north came to Yangon. They started shopping and bought them back. A lot of "tourist souvenirs with local characteristics". When I returned to China, I found that both hats and small toys were labeled "Made in China". I only found out after asking at the airport that most of Myanmar's tourist areas The products are all from our side, wholesale from Yiwu, and a bracelet is only a few cents."

Hu Pingtao asked with interest: "Since this is the case, the so-called border trade fair is actually meaningless?"

"You can't say that." Liu Zhong pointed him in a low voice: "Xiaohu, you have not been here for a long time at the border checkpoint, and you don't know many things. Myanmar's food is mainly imported through Siam. Since they are all ASEAN countries, there is no Tariffs. Our food is not very competitive over there. We mainly sell daily necessities and electronic products. Especially mobile phones, we occupy a large market share in Myanmar, such as OPPE and VIVO, which are very popular in Myanmar .”

"The significance of the existence of the border trade market is mainly for integration. Of course, it is impossible for the authorities to admit this kind of thing. Just think about it, there is war in Burma every three days, and our life here is guaranteed. As long as you have a little brain, you will be twisted." Try your best to run to our side. In fact, Burmese people also have good things. If you come and go more, you will become familiar with them. Now it is not like before, we can expand the border, and our influence is mainly on the economic side. For example, power plants, hydropower stations, and mines , There are also various enterprises that the Burmese people can’t do, so we can take the opportunity to occupy their market. As time goes by, they will become more and more dependent on us, and we will have the right to speak.”

Looking at Liu Zhong who was talking eloquently, Hu Pingtao's face was full of surprise, and he couldn't help but raised his thumbs up: "Brother Liu, I can't tell! Your words are quite good, and you are a proper economic analyst! "

Liu Zhong quickly waved his hand, a little humble, but also a little proud: "I also heard it from others. After staying in the border checkpoint for a long time, anyone can tell one, two, three."

Just as he was talking, a police officer trotted over and stood still in front of Liu Zhong: "Captain Liu, the secretary has something to ask for you, and I want you to go to his office now."

Hearing this, Liu Zhong said to Hu Pingtao: "I guess this matter has something to do with you."

Hu Pingtao was a little baffled, "The secretary is looking for you, not me, why is it involving me?"

Liu Zhong patted him on the shoulder: "Yesterday, the station master said that there will be a short-term training class for small languages. In order to improve everyone's enthusiasm, we will start with the team leader and group leader. Today is the Banyan Festival. It will only be postponed, and will not call me over when I am on duty. Hehe...how about we make a bet, if the secretary asks me to come over for something other than training, then I will lose and invite you to dinner?"

Hu Pingtao curled his lips, shook his head resolutely and refused: "No gambling."

Liu Zhong sighed: "You're good at everything, but you're too smart, it's hard to take advantage of you... Well, you keep an eye on this side, and I'll come whenever I go."

Nearly 10 minutes after Liu Zhong left, a middle-aged man in a gray shirt walked into the fourth aisle.

His attire is no different from that of ordinary frontier residents. As usual, he wears a short-sleeved shirt with shorts, and a pair of flip-flops on his feet.He was carrying a backpack, and in his hand was carrying a large cardboard box, which was covered with a rope net for reinforcement, and inside were four rough clay jars crowded together.

According to the inspection sequence, after passing the passport verification, he put the backpack and carton on the conveyor belt, started the machine inspection, and then passed the metal inspection gate and stood on the human inspection platform.

The person in charge of the inspection was a young police officer.He picked up the cardboard box from the end of the conveyor belt, pointed to the rough pottery jar inside, and said to the middle-aged man in Mandarin, "Open this."

The middle-aged man quickly raised his hands and waved it: "This is wine, the rice wine I brewed myself."

The passport shows that he is from Burmese. He speaks Chinese well, but the pronunciation sounds a bit awkward.

The young police officer repeated what he said before, while emphasizing his tone: "Open it, I want to check, otherwise you won't be allowed to enter the customs."

The middle-aged man seemed extremely reluctant, and he repeatedly argued: "This is altar-sealed wine, and it cannot be opened. I have hidden it in the soil for several years, and it loses its flavor when I open it."

The young police officer was business-like: "You don't have to open it, you just stay outside and don't go in."

If you don't pass the security check, you will definitely not be allowed to enter the customs.

The middle-aged man suddenly became angry. He stomped his feet hard and screamed, "Are you being reasonable? This is altar-sealed wine, do you understand what is altar-sealed wine? It must be drunk once it is opened, or sell."

Seeing this, Hu Pingtao walked over quickly and asked what happened carefully. He turned around and stared at the middle-aged man, and stretched out his right hand: "Please show your passport."

The middle-aged man raised his head and looked at the badge of the third-level police superintendent on Hu Pingtao's shoulder. His eyes were a little dodged. After hesitating for a moment, he put his hand in his pocket, took out his passport and handed it over.

There is no problem with the passport, and the customs clearance procedures are complete.

Hu Pingtao returned the passport to the man, pointed to the wine packed in cardboard boxes, and said seriously: "Open the jars."

"This... This is altar-sealed wine!" The man's voice was a little hoarse, and he argued: "Once opened, it will be useless. I work very hard to make wine, and you don't understand it at all."

"Open it! If the wine is okay, and it's sealed wine like you said, then I apologize to you, and I will buy these wines, and I won't lose a penny."

Hu Pingtao smiled, while emphasizing his tone, adding a bit of majesty to his amiable face: "Open!"

The man was overwhelmed by the aura emanating from him, and didn't know what to say for a while.His body shrank, his hands were shaking.

Seeing this, Hu Pingtao took two steps to the side, stood next to the man where he was the easiest to control, locked his eyes on him, and opened his mouth to order the young police officer standing on the other side of the workbench: "Xiao Wang, put the The jar is open."

He slapped the top of the clay pot vigorously, and the sealed soil immediately shook off the ground.The plastic film covering it was lifted off to reveal the liquid contained in the tank, but it also gave off a strong pungent smell.

The young police officer couldn't help covering his nostrils with his hands, frowned and muttered, "What kind of wine is this? It smells so bad?"

The middle-aged man turned his eyes "gulu", and said quickly: "This is rice wine brewed from the local recipes in my hometown, and made from the urine of little dolls. Anyway... Anyway, I have opened it, and I recognize it. This jar of wine is fine." Give it to you to taste."

Using urine as a primer to make wine has been practiced in many places before, and Myanmar is no exception.This is not a joke, and there is some truth in it—children have far fewer bacteria and parasites than adults, and their urine doesn't smell bad, which is just right for fermentation.

For a while, the "dung wine" made by the Taiji Kingdom was rumored on the Internet for the same reason.

"Wait a minute." Hu Pingtao raised his hand to block the young police officer who was about to put the sealing film on, then turned around and pointed at the middle-aged man and gave an order: "Xiao Wang, watch him."

When the young police officer came close and confirmed that he had controlled the middle-aged man, Hu Pingtao strode to the workbench, bent down, avoided the open mouth of the can, crossed the center of the can with his palm, and lightly pointed towards himself. Fanned lightly.

This is the inspection skill learned in junior high school chemistry class and police academy.Most of the things that emit a pungent smell are harmful to the human body, and if you smell too much, you will be poisoned.In doing so, suspicious items can be detected by smell, and the possible danger can be reduced.

Looking at Hu Pingtao who straightened up and frowning, the young police officer asked expectantly: "Captain, is there something wrong with this wine?"

Hu Pingtao covered the plastic film, turned around, and looked at the middle-aged man with unusually stern eyes.

"Cuff him. There are still these wines, and send them to the laboratory immediately."

Hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately turned around and wanted to escape, but was grabbed by the young police officer from behind, clasped his shoulders with quick movements, and the handcuffs immediately locked his left wrist.Hu Pingtao rushed over, swept his legs to subdue him, pressed him on the ground, and forcibly snapped his right thumb in the opposite direction. The middle-aged man screamed in pain, and his arm lost strength. Hu Pingtao twisted him behind him. , crossed up and handcuffed firmly.

Two heavily armed guards escorted the struggling middle-aged man out of the passage and walked towards the office building inside the station.

All the wine in the carton was sealed and sent to the laboratory.

This scene happened very suddenly, but it is the daily routine of the border checkpoint.

The police officers in the inspection passage all focused their attention on Hu Pingtao, with envy and more admiration.

The news of leading the patrol to catch the smuggling syndicate has spread throughout the border checkpoint.

In any era, people worship heroes.

When Hu Pingtao first came to the border checkpoint, many people felt that he did not match the police rank he wore.After all, the promotion rules are very clear, and everyone knows the three-year promotion standard.Hu Pingtao is indeed handsome and handsome, but he is too young. No matter how you look at it, that immature baby face cannot be associated with the word "third-level superintendent".

Some people suspect that he took the upper route.

Some people think that he may be a relative of a certain boss in the system.

Others believe that he was sent from above to be gilded.

But no matter what, Hu Pingtao's record is solid, and no one can fault it.

(End of this chapter)