Almighty painter

Chapter 480 Storm
No matter where or in which country, is it a so-called "noble school" that pays attention to style?

High school students who are required to be energetic and restless can only eat and sleep silently.

It's like making the chirping ducks become mute overnight.

That is very difficult.

Nowadays.

The "ducks" seemed to have really become mute.

It seemed that some extremely shocking change had suppressed the hustle and bustle that filled the campus cafeteria all the time.

It replaced the incessant chatter in the past about school dances, European study tours during the winter and summer vacations, gossiping about who hooked up with whom in school, and so-and-so cheated on them again.

All the topics of discussion were replaced by the same main theme.

The students lowered their voices and bit their ears, exchanging cryptic glances with each other.

In the past, he never worried about these things.

Someone suddenly ran over. They were sipping coffee and having a heated argument. The two of them were obviously startled.

But Gu Weijing and Miss Kou Kou are different.

The cultural traditions of Myanmar are different from those of the East and the West. Local people living in traditional Myanmar do not have a paternal surname that represents family inheritance.

finally.

Only the name your parents gave you.

He put the plastic coffee cup on the table and hesitated for two seconds, probably hesitating about how to speak.

Gu Weijing turned around and walked to the two classmates who had just spoken a little louder, and knocked on the table.

Almost immediately.

But today is an exception.

But the atmosphere in the cafeteria today was too strange. After taking his mind off the task of breaking through the realm, he also immediately noticed the strangeness of the atmosphere.

In the past, only super heavyweight gossips of this magnitude would have this kind of enchantment if a man got someone pregnant in the semester summer camp, or if the director broke his leg while catching wild mandarin ducks in the woods. , the energy that enveloped the entire canteen.

The other person will immediately open his mouth wide and let out a low "ah" or "it's her" in disbelief.

I’m not very good at sitting at the same table with others to eat or chat.

Gu Weijing nodded and expressed his gratitude.

Occasionally, a classmate who doesn’t know what’s going on sits at the dinner table and wonders what’s going on.

Today, the Mirror is not like some time ago. It published a full page with a long and lengthy report on the Tan Seng Lam New Industrial Zone, and the revitalizing effect this move will have on the entire Yangon GDP, etc. Written by economists Official editorial.

He has never been a person who loves gossip. Even if Director Feng Ji becomes pregnant, it has nothing to do with him.

Gu Weijing actually knew this person.

Gu Weijing realized what the students in the cafeteria were talking about.

"Brother, please ask, what happened to you when you mentioned Kou Kou?"

Of course the atmosphere in the school is not quite right.

He finished the pasta in three bites, poured the icy orange juice and milk into his mouth with a frown, and put the plate on the shelf beside the used cutlery.

This is also an important reason why Gu Weijing seemed a little out of place among his peers in school.

After separating from Mona.

In front of the middle-aged man were mineral water, grapes, and a name card with "Senior Police Inspector Tan Min Ming" written in English.

It was a middle-aged man wearing a gray khaki senior police officer's uniform, licking his belly.

Preparing to leave with an expressionless face.

"What happened again?"

Perhaps it was because he had just received a call from Du Dami warning him that Yangon was not peaceful recently, or perhaps it was because he used the keenness of a painter to sense that some classmates behind him were buzzing and talking, and occasionally pointed at him. Little moves.

It should be an old photo taken during a speech.

Soon someone will say something in his ear.

He was in the same grade but in a different class. He was in the regular class and was a classmate of his cousin Gu Lin. He heard the name "Kou Kou" several times in their chats.

Gu Weijing knew those two boys.

On the front page of today's newspaper, there was a big photo of a person.

The curly-haired boy still shrugged, pointed to the reading rack with newspapers and magazines on one side, and whispered: "I don't know how to tell you, it's best... you should read it yourself, it's all in the newspapers."

He stood at the counter of the nearby water bar for a while.

Gu Weijing usually eats alone in a corner at school this semester.

When he reached the door of the cafeteria, Gu Weijing suddenly stopped again.

He walked to the reading shelves, pulled out the last copy of "Myanmar Mirror" that had not been taken away by his classmates from among a pile of fashion magazines, photography magazines and art journals, and unfolded it in the sun.

Seeing that it was Gu Weijing, one of the boys with naturally curly hair clearly recognized him, and his eyes were slightly stunned.

This senior police inspector, Mr. Tan Minming, is the "old bureaucrat" and "old-fashioned" father that Kou Kou calls him. He is Miss Kou Kou's biological father.

Some time ago, when Gu Weijing was painting in the orphanage, he saw this rich middle-aged uncle with a strong official aura.

The other party also invited him to play at home.

The facts are hard to predict.

It had only been a month or two, and when we met again, it was already in the newspapers.

Depending on the situation, it's not a good one.

[A senior official is behind bars? In a major corruption case, high-level police officials have launched a malfeasance investigation related to a malfeasance investigation. As for the military government——]

Gu Weijing glanced at the news reports casually.

Read two sentences.

His brows furrowed, something happened at Kou Kou's house.

The political situation has been turbulent in recent years, but private international schools are like a pure land cut off from the turbulent world with walls of wealth.

No matter how uneasy the outside world is, no matter how turbulent the situation is, people are panicked.

As long as the majestic gate of the school is closed, they can fall in love and discuss art and poetry under the shade of green trees.

The smoke and clouds of the world, the resentment and sorrow, the suffering of the people, the roar of guns and the blowing wind and rain seem to have no direct relationship with them.

In recent years, there have also been students whose family backgrounds have deteriorated and who have dropped out of Dulwich College.

But Gu Weijing had never been too touched. This was the first time that something like this happened so close to him.

Obviously last week.

Miss Kou Kou was still running with him with a smile and humming a musical. She was still the daughter of a wealthy family that everyone in the school envied.

Suddenly, something happened to her father.

I watched him build a tall building, and watched his building collapse.

Things are changing in politics really fast.

Gu Weijing doesn't know if Kou Kou's father is really embezzled. To be honest, even if it is true, Gu Weijing won't be too surprised.

But he remembered that Kou Kou once told him that her father was investigating Brother Hao in the joint task force.

Combined with the special call from Secretary Du just now, his intuition told him that this matter must be closely related to Brother Hao.

When he first heard about this, Uncle Alai expressed his disapproval.

He wanted to seduce a big shot like Brother Hao, who was both black and white and whose hands and eyes covered the sky, but the action hadn't even started yet. Even a little girl knew about such news. It doesn't sound very reliable.

It seemed that Uncle Alai had hit the nail on the head.

People are powerless in the face of real great power.

What Chen Shenglin, Boss Chen's secretary just said was "not a big deal", but when it fell on Kou Kou, it was turned upside down, and the peaceful life that had been peaceful for many years was torn into pieces.

Gu Weijing folded the newspaper and put it back on the reading shelf.

Turning around, he scanned the restaurant behind him.

really--

There was no sign of Kou Kou there.

The chirping and energetic girl in the past did not come to school today.
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S.Louis Plaza Street.

Brown brick walls, carved window lattice, neat streets, sparkling heart-shaped swimming pool and coconut trees on the beach of the port in the distance.

The neighborhood where S.Louis Plaza Street is located has been a rich area among the rich since the distant colonial times.

Because it is not far from the central building of the city government, and there are armed soldiers standing guard on the block.

The houses here bear the shadow of the former boss empire. Compared with Brother Hao's Xihe Guild Hall, which is purely made of piles of US dollars, it has a sense of mystery and solemnity shrouded in the veil of power.

More than a hundred years ago,

It was the residence of the British Admiral, the Governor-General of British India, Louis Mountbatten, the "Earl of Burma" named "Earl Mountbatten of Burma" by King George V, and the families of senior officials in the colonists.

Although the former rarely comes to his nominal fiefdom.

But the building here is still magnificent enough.

At least Orwell went to Eton College, but given his status, he was certainly far from qualified to live in such a mansion when he was a British Empire policeman in Burma.

Later, people finally drove away the annoying British guys.

It has gone through many changes.

Nowadays, many high-level officials choose to set up their homes in this neighborhood.

Whoever can live on the street of S.Louis Plaza, the unspoken subtext of the local official circles, means that this person is really prosperous, as if he has moved from hell to heaven.

There is a saying that people in the city talk about when a person finally succeeds and becomes famous, "living in Tomson Yipin and drinking a cup of coffee."

If we change to Yangon, it should be like, "I have struggled for twenty years and finally am qualified to live in S.Louis Plaza street and look at the coconut trees on the seaside."

Likewise, when a high-ranking official was disgracefully moved from S. Louis Plaza Street.

Then it is equivalent to——

Fell from heaven to hell.

The block belongs to the rising star of the police force, and the house No. 13 with the name of Senior Police Inspector Tan Minming on the door plate is now a miserable and gloomy scene.

It seemed like just a few days.

There is a layer of grass roots, soil, leaves, and unknown papers floating in the clear swimming pool.

Many rooms were labeled with seals, and even the case of the Yamaha grand piano in the foyer had a seal that read "Government Assets."

The oil painting that my daughter painted for my father hanging on the wall was lying crookedly on the ground, and the glass frame was broken.

Inspector, no, there were several footprints on the smiling face of the former Inspector.

Next to it was half a crystal chandelier that had been knocked down while moving things around.

The lamp beads of the chandelier shattered into pieces of glass that had not been cleaned up on the floor.

Although the servants and nannies who used to smile brightly at home have not left yet, they have stopped working long ago.

We are all smart people.

Knowing that the owner of this place was in bad luck, they gathered in the kitchen to discuss whether they could still get this month's wages.

In the closed study door on the second floor.

Officer Dan was smoking one cigarette after another with a numb expression on his face. The cigarette butts were thrown carelessly on the smooth teak floor. The air was so choking that he could hardly see clearly.

His wife was sobbing and crying next to him, which made him upset.

"Why are you crying? Shut up." Dan Minming was panicking. He put out his cigarette butt on the table and threw a wooden Buddha statue on the table to the ground. He angrily yelled at the woman, "When you first married me, why didn't you Cry! It’s too late to regret it now!

In the past, Dan Minming would not have had this attitude towards his wife.

The other person is his second love, who is more than ten years younger than him. Maybe when she married him, she had other thoughts in mind, and she may not value him as a person.

But Dan Minming didn't care too much.

Love among middle-aged people is something that can only be encountered but cannot be sought.

The police inspector has seen too many ghosts in the human heart over the years, so he would not be so naive as to think that the other person was struck by his body and fell in love at first sight.

I don’t want to be a comfortable rich wife, a rich wife.

Do you want him to be handsome or romantic?

Stop being funny.

She is young and beautiful, willing to marry him, and has some material conditions, which are reasonable and very fair.

understand.

It should be.

Over the years, the other party has been decent at cocktail parties outside. No matter whether he really likes his daughter or pretends to like her at home, he is always cautious and meticulous.

This day can go on.

If, in addition to the daily necessities of daily life, he could develop some true love or affection, then Dan Minming would feel that he was a lucky person.

Not to mention, my wife finally became pregnant again in the past two months.

Dan Min obviously shouldn't smoke in front of a woman, let alone smoke so much.

But now——

The wife was startled by Dan Minming's angry rebuke. Her sobbing voice paused for a moment, and then she lowered her head and sobbed even harder.

Officer Dan covered his head in despair.

"How did things develop to this point?"

He asked himself painfully in his heart.

A few months ago, he was excited and ready to lead the largest anti-gang and anti-financial fraud operation in Yangon's history.

He named this cross-border joint operation "Operation Elephant" because the name is a symbol of the land beneath his feet.

He also hoped that he could be like a huge male elephant, with irresistible power, crushing urban foxes and social rats like Brother Hao with one kick.

How ambitious.

Then he fell into the abyss.

After several months of preparation work, multi-department cooperation, joint law enforcement by Myanmar, Laos and Thailand...all of it was destroyed by Brother Hao with only an understatement of an official letter.

Senior officials launched a malfeasance investigation against him.

then,

Like a tower of building blocks that has been stripped of its underlying foundation, the crackdown has not yet begun.

Everything came crashing down.

Easy as a joke.

(End of this chapter)