Almighty painter

Chapter 162 Blank
"I was probably born around 1970, a small village 170 kilometers east of Mandalay, a city in central Myanmar, can't be found on a map. I can't remember who my parents are..."

The sun is setting slowly,

An old-fashioned oil lamp was lit in the concierge's room. The flame was like beans, and there was a faint smoke of vegetation, which was slightly choking, reminiscent of the old inferior ink.

Uncle Alai may be curious and wants to see what kind of tricks this kid who doesn't know the heights of the heavens and the earth is selling.

Or maybe it was just the news from the Myanmar Mirror that brought back memories of the past.

He was silent for a few minutes, and actually started to tell his own story.

The gatekeeper's voice was hoarse, but his tone was rhythmic.

When speaking eloquently, it looks like an ancient medieval bard singing a long narrative poem.

Gu Weijing did not wait for the last to draw this line drawing.

Ten minutes after the janitor uncle started to narrate, he began to write slowly.

It's just that the writing is very slow, which can't be called sketching.

He first traced the outline of Uncle Alai's appearance with the method of line drawing, and then listened to the narration of the uncle janitor, and occasionally there was a flash of light in his mind, and then he slowly outlined one or two lines to capture the momentary expression on the uncle's face. Divine color.

With the sound of the rustling pen tip sliding over the sketch paper, Gu Weijing had a premonition that this might be the highest-level painting in the series of line sketches he drew.

The first half of the gatekeeper's story is almost a portrayal of an inspirational life trying to change destiny.

He was born in the 70s, the most chaotic era in Myanmar.

The United Nations rated Myanmar as the least developed region in the world at the time.

Warlords, Civil War,
In the primeval jungle of the Golden Triangle, there are even remnants of the national army who were defeated and became kings.

At that time, the whole country was dying of poverty.

Civil wars are fought every year, and more and more drugs are paid.

Everyone knows that a drug is a dollar.

In the farmland of the Golden Triangle, poppies are everywhere, with a breathtaking beauty.

The drug economy is like a tube of drugs that makes addicts dying. In the curling smoke, it leads the whole country and nation to hell.

Drugs are exchanged for dollars, dollars are exchanged for arms, and arms are used to fight civil wars to rob drugs.This logical closed loop has been circulating in the Golden Triangle for 70 years.

Like many children in the Lucky Orphanage, Uncle Alai himself is a drug orphan. Both his parents died in the war between the warlords fighting for a [-]-acre poppy field control area.

The drug lords in the Golden Triangle in the 70s were much more aggressive than their predecessors in the United States.

When the drug dealers in San Francisco, Chicago, and Atlantic City were at their most arrogant, they used Chicago typewriters to shoot at the SWAT team of the police department all day long.

A little artist named Bill Finger was fortunate enough to witness the scenes of drug lords' shootouts every day, and felt that this place was a fucking hell of sin.

Later, he used this as inspiration to create "Gotham", a classic dark crime city in American comics.

Compared with the Golden Triangle, Bill's sinful hell obviously lacks enough imagination.

What kind of pediatrics is shooting a Thompson submachine gun?

The warlords of the major drug lords in Southeast Asia all control armed forces of thousands or even tens of thousands of people. When they clashed, the sky was dark and the sky was dark. Landmines, heavy machine guns, flamethrowers, large-scale artillery and even armored vehicles charged.

When the interest is up, slaughtering a village is like playing.

"I don't care who my parents are or how they died. They may be innocent villagers who were affected by the disaster, or they may be involved with a certain side of the war."

Uncle Alai said casually: "It's even a drug dealer, who knows?"

What makes Uncle Alai luckier than most drug orphans is that he was adopted by his "Abba" when he was very young.

His "Abba" is a schoolteacher in the countryside.

The schoolteacher was a stuffy old man who had gone to a free church school in the old days and was fluent in English and French.

The greatest achievement of a teacher who has worked hard all his life is to teach a few successful students.

And Uncle Alai is the most up-to-date one among them.

He is the first young man within a radius of [-] kilometers to be admitted to the best national military academy in Myanmar.

When Uncle Alai went to the military academy, Abba's health was already very bad.

Alai kowtowed three times to bid farewell to his adoptive father's bed. The teacher just patted him on the shoulder and said softly, "Alai, be a good person and live a good life."

Studying, going to school, military academy, anti-drug, stationed abroad...

Uncle Alai's life before the age of 40 is said to be full of hardships and happiness, although there are many hardships that are not humane, but everything is good.

The peace agreement, Kunsha's downfall, and his rise to the top.

"Brother Gu, you don't understand. When I was in my 30s, I was driving a convertible military jeep past the Yangon City Government Avenue. When the guards stood at attention and saluted me...how beautiful it was Ah." He said softly.

Gu Weijing watched intently. When the silent gatekeeper told the past, his tone was still calm, but it still made people feel that his face was full of irresistible smiles and pride.

Gu Weijing captured the ingenious curvature of the uncle's mouth, and it fell into the pen.

this smile,

Unless you trace it stroke by stroke according to the model, you will not be able to imagine such a mysterious arc and look out of thin air after sitting in the studio for a long time.

The feeling of the slightly raised corners of the mouth cannot be described in words, and it has a far more penetrating appeal than a hearty laugh.

This is the heroic spirit that can only be displayed in the eyes of a man after he has made a career that is enough to make him proud at his strongest age.

Dazzling and flickering, fascinating.

Even if he later fell to the bottom and worked as a volunteer in an orphanage day after day, he still couldn't get rid of the high spirits he once remembered.

"And then that was the turning point in my life."

Uncle Alai suddenly fell silent. He stroked the newspaper on the table, the smile in his eyes dissipated little by little, leaving only endless loneliness.

"Three trucks."

Uncle Alai gently stretched out three fingers.

"Three trucks? What do you mean?" Gu Weijing expressed some confusion.

"I was still in charge of part of the anti-narcotics work at the time, and some soldiers under my command seized a convoy on the way to the seaport for loading ships. Among them were three trucks full of high-purity heroin." Uncle Alai said softly .

"Only three cars?"

"Only three? Brother Gu, do you know how much these methamphetamines are worth?" The gatekeeper looked at the young man in the ivory tower and asked with a smile.

"Hundreds of thousands of dollars?"

Gu Weijing shook his head.

He only heard that Fu Ge, who had been expelled from Dulwich High School for playing LSD, was said to cost several hundred dollars a week just for taking drugs.

But Gu Weijing really had no idea how much the three truckloads of heroin were worth.

"When the drug control in North America was the most stringent, high-purity heroin once sold for $200 per gram, which was four times more expensive than gold of the same weight." Uncle Alai shrugged.

"Based on my anti-drug experience, the three loads of heroin are worth at least 3 million U.S. dollars. This is only the market price at the place of shipment. If it is shipped to the United States, at least 9000 million U.S. dollars will be easy. Japan or Singapore may be able to sell One billion, if it is successfully transported to Dongxia, where drug control is the strictest..."

Uncle Alai made a joke: "Maybe you can be on the rich list?"

$3 million?
Even people like Gu Weijing who have a low outlook on money are shocked by this number.

Sure enough, war and drugs are the most profitable industries in the world.

Equally crazy, maybe only the high-end art industry.

"And the transport convoy is all military vehicles." Uncle Alai added softly.

Gu Weijing was silent.

He knew that given the chaos in Southeast Asia, the person who dared to transport hundreds of millions of dollars of heroin in Yangon with a military-branded convoy must be a big shot.

"Whose goods?"

Uncle Alai whispered the name of a great warlord general who once belonged to the emperor in central Burma that everyone in Yangon had heard.

After the armistice agreement, most warlords in Myanmar have stopped fighting with government forces.

In exchange, many of these great warlords who still have direct troops have stepped into the top ranks of the government.

belong to the real rights holders in the country.

"No wonder."

Gu Weijing shook his head, moved these people's goods, and he knew how much pressure it would be if he thought about it.

"I can't even remember how many important people called me that day to make me smarter. How many generals sent me orders to let me go."

Uncle Alai smiled, and tapped on the table lightly: "The adjutant of the great warlord found me by car, and there were two sacks of dollars in the trunk."

"It's not the suitcase in the TV series, it's really a big sack of flour. There are two full sacks of benefits, all of which are green dollars. The adjutant said that 200 million dollars were originally prepared, but the bags really couldn't fit, so In total, it only brings about 180 million US dollars temporarily. Please raise your hand."

"The warlord even made a phone call himself, asking me to be smart enough to hang out with him, and promised me to be a general within five years."

"How did you do it?"

"How can I let it go, how can I let it go."

Uncle Alai said softly, his brows and eyes became sharper a little bit, the veins in the corners of his eyes twitched, and his teeth were clenched, as if chewing a piece of hard pig iron.

"I was born in an anti-narcotics soldier, but I promised my father...to be a good person!" He let out a fierce breath, his facial features were ferocious like a lunatic.

Gu Weijing slowly gripped the pen tightly.

If Uncle Alai agreed to the other party's conditions, he would definitely not be in the current situation.

But if this matter is exposed, it should not be silent.

Hundreds of millions of dollars worth of heroin is definitely a super big case enough to attract global attention, and it is not uncommon to be tracked and reported for several years.

"So I... ordered my subordinates to transport all these goods to the virgin jungle outside Yangon, poured gasoline on them and destroyed them, and then ordered the team to withdraw."

Heroin can be decomposed at a few hundred degrees, and the high temperature of gasoline burning is enough to destroy the drug.

The janitor's tone calmed down: "It is said that for several weeks, the monkeys and birds within a radius of ten kilometers contaminated by smoke were particularly irritable."

"that's it?"

Gu Weijing felt a little regretful.

Looking at Uncle Alai's ferocious expression just now, he thought he could hear some wonderful stories about bravely fighting the warlord.

"What else?" The uncle glared at Gu Weijing.

"I don't let it go because I promised my father to be a good person. I don't expose it because I just want to live a good life. Unfortunately, I want to calm things down... People still don't want to let me go."

The gatekeeper smiled desolately.

Hundreds of millions of dollars in goods turned into flying smoke, and I don’t know how many people have been offended. Uncle Alai wants to pretend that this incident has never happened, but the warlord boss is not willing.

The rest of the story is pretty corny.

It didn't take long for Uncle Alai to be suspended for interrogation, and then he was imprisoned for an unwarranted title. He was supposed to be shot, but a few old superiors tried their best to protect him, so he managed to save his life.

The janitor spent three years in prison and suffered a lot.Mountains of corpses and seas of blood came over, but they limped one leg in the National Prison.

"Do you know what is the darkest humor in this matter?"

The corner of the gatekeeper's mouth twitched miserably.

"I came out of prison only to find out that the big warlord was also killed by his opponent in the political struggle six months ago. I heard that the whole family fed the crocodile together, and he didn't live as long as the fuck. I Lost everything, and ended up with no one to take revenge on."

Uncle Alai's eyes were empty, and he shook his head: "The drug lords sell drugs, and the officials also sell drugs. The drug lords harm people, and the officials also harm people. Just a moment ago, he was a butcher with no conscience. Under the mediation of the United Nations, he signed a ceasefire agreement, shook hands and changed his skin , is your boss. Brother Gu, this is the way of heaven in this land."

"Good people don't live long, bad people have golden belts." Uncle Alai's tone was like a philosopher at the moment.

"I can see it clearly. Those who are rich and in power, how can there be any good things? Brother Gu, you can study art in an international school. You are a rich young man who got out of the pile of gold and jade. I believe your kindness and kindness are the most important thing." Really, I like you too."

"But do you dare to say that the adults in your family are so clean when they get rich? The banknotes of the rich here are too dirty, and I don't want to take them, so let's not talk about hiring me."

Uncle Alai smiled and waved.

Gu Weijing looked at the gatekeeper's empty eyes with neither joy nor sorrow, and was speechless for a while.

The great philosopher said that in the process of primitive accumulation of capital, every pore is filled with dirty blood.In fact, Uncle Alai may not have experienced the ups and downs in life, and he has a deep understanding and understanding of ideology.

Gu Weijing feels that his state is more similar to the world-weary worldview written by Akutagawa Ryunosuke, who is sad and depressed after suffering.

The world is like a Rashomon,

Man eats man, man tramples man.

Dark and chaotic, lifeless, good people will become bad people if they want to live, there is no boundary between the world and hell.

Gu Weijing captured Uncle Alai's eyes at this moment, and remembered Cao Lao's finishing touch.

He looked at the drawing paper where the eyes were still blank on the sketch paper, and suddenly felt a sudden realization in his heart.

(End of this chapter)