Almighty painter

Chapter 50 The Emotion Pointer
(Thank you for your suggestions, I will work hard to write.)
(The story begins today and enters the climax chapter.)
"Fuck..."

A white GAC van shuttles through the traffic on the streets of Yangon.

The Bombay boy poked his head out of the window.

He looked at the drag racer on a green Suzuki motorcycle that rushed past him less than fifteen centimeters away from the rearview mirror, and spewed out a series of obscenities in English, Burmese and Hindi.

Different from the age of 16 in the United States, the age allowed to test a driver's license in Myanmar is, but the traffic police on the road basically don't care.

The number of motorcycles here is very high, and there are all kinds of young people who help their families transport goods, or simply commute, wear flip flops and ride motorcycles in the streets and alleys.

Yangon can be regarded as an international metropolis with very good traffic security in Myanmar. There are many foreign tourists from Dongxia, RB, Singapore, Europe and the United States.

If you go a few hundred kilometers north, it is not easy to find a motor vehicle with a legal license plate in the mixed provinces near the Golden Triangle.

Gu Weijing is used to the traffic environment here.

He turned a blind eye to the chaotic street in front of him, took out a small note from his body in the rickety carriage, and checked the goods in the back of the van.

Without knowing why, Miss Mona suddenly became indifferent to herself.

The other party handed over his small box to the clerk in the store, and politely let him leave.

Fortunately, this kind of pure gold is not worrying about selling.

The Mumbai boy in the store was busy reading novels, so he weighed the gold coins inside on the balance, called Mr. Shantanu a few times, and gave him a bundle of banknotes worth about 500 million kyats at noon .

It is estimated that the story of the counterattack of the beaten workers in the novel "White Tiger" activated the entrepreneurial spirit of this Mumbai boy.

The guys in the gold shop need to work shifts in the afternoon.

After receiving Gu Weijing's 20 kyats as a labor fee for running errands, he offered to help purchase what Gu Weijing needed.

"Don't worry, everything is in the car."

The Mumbai boy honked his horn viciously at a taxi coming to pass, turned his head and smiled at Gu Weijing with his yellow teeth bared, and snapped his fingers.

"Guarantee there will be no problem."

Children's crayons, cheap sketchbooks, stationery, building blocks, comic books, black and white game consoles that can play Tetris and pixel tank battles...

The purchasing power of a few million kyats to buy cheap goods is very good,
Myanmar's per capita GDP is very low and its currency is worthless, but on the other hand, consumption here is also very low.

As long as you don't mind the somewhat dubious looking hygiene conditions.

Street stalls serve a generous portion of fish soup, served with coriander, rice noodles and soaked in leftover fried fritters from breakfast sales. Locals call this food mohinga.

A bowl costs only 600 kyats, about RMB [-].

The Xi'e brand cigarettes produced by the Kokang Cigarette Factory cost [-] kyats a pack. To take a large plastic bag of tropical fruits from a child who sells fruits and freshly squeezed juices, you only need to put a couple of them in the hands of the other party. A thousand kyat coin.

The small toys that Gu Weijing wanted were enough to fill a van.

"Where are we going? This van is borrowed, and we have to return it at night, so we can't go too far."

Ms. Mona's family has a Volvo XC60 city SUV, and the other party usually takes that car to school, but the Mumbai boy can't use the owner's car for private work.

"It's in Layada District, Yangon."

Gu Weijing took out a note from his body with an address written on it.

This is the note he asked the little brother in the VIP special service team who was on guard.

It was impossible for the other party to tell him his identity according to the regulations, but most of Myanmar's special forces were from drug control, and the other party must be no stranger to groups like drug orphans.

drug orphans,

Around the Golden Triangle, in the Silver Crescent of the Middle East, in Latin America... They are very common people in all places where drugs are rampant.

The term loosely refers to groups of orphans whose parents died as a result of illicit drugs or the war on drugs.

When parents die or disappear, children who are not cared for will become orphans. Such orphans often die from freezing, starvation, accidents or being trafficked.

Myanmar is a place with a warm climate.

Contrary to what many people imagine, death from hypothermia does not necessarily need to occur in the snowy season.

Ten degrees or so is already a high-incidence temperature for hypothermia.

Because of the high humidity, the temperature of more than ten degrees under extreme conditions can completely freeze people to death.

In Yangon, it is often reported in the news that underage orphans who died of frostbite due to low temperature were found on bridge piers and other places after the rain or the weather suddenly dropped.

The tragedy of the little match girl in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tales in the [-]th century is still happening again and again in modern times.

Gu Weijing hopes to do his best to help these children.

However, after being robbed of money by the water fund last time, I knew that the orphanage might also have deep water, so I wanted to hear the advice of these professionals.

After listening to Gu Weijing's request, Brother Secret Service was a little moved by his kindness towards him at such a young age.

After thinking about it, I wrote him a note.

Gu Weijing took out a note from his pocket, which read: "Lucky Orphanage."

……

Laydaya District,

This is a slum in Yangon and an industrial-intensive area in Myanmar.

In the past, Yangon's pillar industry was the tourism industry around the Shwedagon Pagoda, the Rhine Lake, and the old British buildings in the city.

However, with the improvement of the political environment in recent years, there have been many foreign-funded factories in the upper reaches of the Yangon River, and a large number of migrant workers have flowed into Yangon accordingly.

In Laydaya District, there are continuous bungalows and simple houses made of scaffolding and iron sheets everywhere on the roadside.

Most of the people living in these slums are young factory workers and their families.

They found jobs but could not find housing, so the rough shacks on the side of the road spread like moss after the rain.

Laydaya's shantytowns started not long ago, just five years ago, which is not too long.

There are probably less than 50 residents living here in total, and the population density is far lower than those giant slums in Tianzhu or Malaysia with millions of people at every turn.

Following the navigation map, the van turned around the twists and turns in the shanty town. After walking for more than ten minutes in just a few streets, it finally found its destination.

The predecessor of the Lucky Orphanage was a church welfare home in the colonial period.

The missionaries left with the British 100 years ago, and the orphanage has basically survived, and the property rights have changed hands several times, and it is still in business today.

"Mister, hello, this is Mr. Gu, right? You are welcome to come over."

Gu Weijing called the orphanage before he came, and the person in charge of the orphanage was already waiting outside the door.

This is a Burmese woman in her 40s, wearing a green overcoat that looks a little old, with a traditional ethnic headdress on her forehead.

Gu Weijing got off the station at the gate of the orphanage.

He didn't speak.

People say that a city has a bright side and a dark shadow.

Along the Yangon River, where Gu Weijing lives, is the most glorious side of this ancient oriental city.

The lake as bright as a mirror, the tourist capital with charming scenery, and the golden Shwedagon Pagoda are printed on tourist business cards and sent to all directions by tourists from all over the world.

But a few streets away in the same city, there is the reverse side of the coin, the shadow under the light, and the chaotic, narrow alleys that seem to be self-reproducing iron sheds stacked together.

Gu Weijing has lived in Yangon for more than ten years, but he has never set foot on this land, not even once.

And the slums are always the dark side of the city,

Tens of millions of people are crowded in small houses, and there is an inescapable oppressive atmosphere in the air. All kinds of crimes, theft, robbery and prostitution are like commonplace here.

The location of this orphanage is considered dilapidated even in Laiyada District.

There were desolate buildings in front of my eyes, and it was getting late at this time, and the last light of the sky was shining on this dim land from the west.

There are no lights or running water here, only the faint cry of a baby in the distance and an old woman holding a candle.

Gu Weijing didn't notice,

The pointer on his mood gauge vibrated violently.

(End of this chapter)