The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Chapter 119 This is the Devil

"I feel that Lao Qiao has shifted his focus to other places, and I feel unhappy. But even so, when did we have to ship goods here, I didn't risk my life?"

The cook held a glass of wine and continued to the officer who could barely keep his eyes open: "But what is Old Qiao doing? He is busy being a politician, busy attracting investments in Meng Neng's fraudulent companies... This is not what a hero should do. Something about?"

The next second, the officer suddenly opened his eyes and turned his head to look over.

The cook continued to pretend to be drunk and said: "In our industry, what we need is a man who is ruthless and has no scruples. Look at Old Qiao, now he is full of worries..."

"You think Lao Qiao is not ruthless enough?"

"I think he's getting old!"

The cook analyzed it to the officer: "He is old, so he wants to engage in politics. Do you understand?"

“Who are the people who engage in politics?”

"Those are people who like to be gods and are willing to watch others worship them."

"This kind of person will feel like he has feathers on his body if he is kneeled by others for a long time. Once the feathers grow, he will never want to see them get dirty!"

"He will start to think about the interests of the majority of people in the voice of the masses, and slowly he will develop something in his heart that a drug dealer should never have, which is called kindness."

To be honest, I didn’t quite agree with the cook’s theory at the time. I felt that people who were not ruthless enough would never be able to engage in politics. But then I remembered that the cook was trying his best to slap the officer, and I felt that this guy actually had a very quick mind. , at least the current logic is quite smooth.

"What was Old Qiao like in the past?"

"He led everyone to earn black gold, shipped goods himself, and made a lot of money. He was so decisive in killing that no one under him was convinced. Even the group of people who followed him at the beginning became Meng Neng's biggest boss."

"What now? You don't even come to the village anymore!"

“I’ve been either being interviewed by this reporter or that media all day long, and I always talk about the economy and development. Isn’t this just an attempt to clear my name?”

"I bet you that if one day the income from the parks he builds in Menneng is enough for him to support the army and Menneng, our place will be abandoned without mercy. Do you believe it?"

The officer curled his lips and asked, "Is this possible?"

The cook struck while the iron was hot: "If you became the political leader of a region, would you be willing to have someone reveal dirty information?"

"Not only will he abandon this place, he will also... completely wipe out this history!"

"Otherwise, why should we allow those fraud parks to gain a foothold in Meng Neng under such controversial circumstances? This is to use 'black money' to support legal 'economic flows' in Meng Neng!"

"When that time comes, you, and all the greenskins here, including me, will become victims."

"You should think about it carefully."

The cook got up and walked into the house, lying on the bed and sleeping soundly.

When the officer came out of the room, he kicked me at the door. I turned around and saw his questioning eyes and gestures pointing toward the room.

This was the most interesting moment for me. The cook used his own words to tell the officer a cliff that did not exist in front of him, making him feel that if he stood next to the cliff, there would be a gust of wind that would blow him down.It's just like……

Intrusive thoughts.

The so-called intrusive thinking is that when you see a crack on the overpass, you will feel that it may be disconnected; if your family members go out for a long time, they will involuntarily think about bad things in their minds, whether they will have a car accident. , is there any possibility of an accident, etc.

The interesting thing is that the cook did not draw the pie for the officer because the pie in the village was already big enough.While I was cleaning up the mess on the table, I thought about the situation that the officer would face after he returned.

He may be involved in two aspects at the moment. First, whether Lao Qiao will suddenly kill him one day and use the entire village as his political achievement to govern Meng Neng; second, whether the village will fall to him. In my hands, I feel like seeing so much money coming in every day.

It's like standing in the middle of a scale. No matter which side of the weight is tilted, it will slip.

did you see it?

This is the devil hiding in the water.

The devil didn't roar and lunge at him after letting out a pitiful howl.It is silent when it comes, and it bites you without pain or itching. By the time you react, it is already beyond redemption.

At this time, I asked a question that shocked me.

if……

I mean what if...

If I had the chance to become Lao Qiao, would my choice be 'kiss the devil knowing the outcome' or...

Yes, I can't find the answer to 'or' at all.

Scary?
In my virtual hypothesis, I set myself to face the devil. The result of obeying the devil is to become the overlord of a party, with countless money and supreme power. However, once this hypothesis was put on the table, I completely lost my resistance. Demonic reasons.

So after I returned to the room, I lay on the bed. The only way to forget all this was to regard it as a dream.

Because, I have begun to uncontrollably think about the possibility of implementing it.

I finally fell asleep amid my random thoughts. Even in my dreams, I was thinking about the possibility of soaring into the sky like Wei Xiaobao.

I feel that if even I, who have no choice but to stay in the village, start to think this way, then you can imagine what every greenskin soldier in the village is thinking.

What makes me wonder is how Lao Qiao has been able to suppress these 'demons' who can have 'rebellious' thoughts at any time for so many years.

I had a long sleep.

When I woke up, it was almost dusk.

At that time, the sunset on the horizon was very beautiful, and it matched the scene of the old man and the dog walking just right...

and many more!

elder! !
This was the first time I saw an old man in the village. An old man in his 50s wearing a white shirt and with his back hunched over was leading a dog for a walk in the village. I couldn't see his face clearly, but he pointed at me with his back. The appearance is very familiar.

In addition, there have been changes in the village. There are several color steel houses in the open space. The doors of those color steel houses are closed and the windows are sealed. It is impossible to see what is inside.

It's Lao Qiao.

When the old man picked up a wooden stick from the ground and threw it out like a funny dog, the short-legged corgi ran very happily. It was at this second that I saw the old man's face clearly.

He put his hands behind his back and relaxed as if he were home, here, playing with his dog as if he had no worries.

Immediately afterwards, someone brought a bucket of water to Lao Qiao and brought a small bench. When the Corgi ran back with a stick in its mouth, Lao Qiao directly threw the dog into the water and bathed the dog with his own hands. , even if the dog shakes his hair, he just scolds him in a low voice, nothing more...

(End of this chapter)