The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Not only did I have no one left, I also had no money.

Since I didn't plan ahead when I was rich, I stopped taxing all merchants who transported materials to Menneng, and when I planned to develop Menneng's economy, I was already doomed to have such an end.

"Master Xu!"

I went back to the Judicial Committee, but when I returned to the Judicial Committee, the first news I got was the account books brought by the staff.

The above records in detail the expenses of the entire Mengmao in the past few days.

Yes, it's a coincidence, not a feat.

People eat and horses feed, military expenditures, medical aid, engineering equipment excavated...etc.

Not only that, the Judiciary Committee even made a budget for the entire reconstruction project under Banbra's instruction. When I saw the final budget amount, my head went "buzzing".

It reads: "It is recommended that the initial investment amount should be at least [-] million."

It’s a suggestion;
  It’s an upfront investment;
  Four hundred million! !
  I can't blame the little broken island in the east for the constant news reports saying that a tsunami would cost billions of beautiful things!
  It turns out that one phone call made by Yang Rong when he was extremely vented cost more than [-] million...

I can’t blame the Eastern Giant for not being willing to mention war easily no matter what kind of grievances he endures. I can’t blame the Eastern Giant who hasn’t taken the initiative to start a war for decades to be able to take off so fast economically!
  Is this a war?

The money earned is real money! How many talented people spent many nights to improve their lives! !
  Now I suddenly understand how hateful I was when I was an angry young man who always spoke out loud. After drinking, I once cursed: "We should give our treasure island military commander, give them a few big blows." You are so fucking honest!" I once boasted when I was bragging: "That little broken island country is like a pigsty. It picks up a group of people one and a half meters tall. If you talk to them about benevolence, justice and morality, you should give it to them. They were all blown up."

Should I say this? should! To relieve your anger? Relieve anger.

But when it comes to things in this world, you can’t just think about ‘should, relieve your anger’ and just do it. Do you have to take out the abacus beads and pick them up?
  Now that I think about it, it's because I don't have enough status that my words can't reach the ears of the upper class. Otherwise, if the leaders listen to the common people, they will ruin this country sooner or later.

The total number calculated by the Judicial Committee is [-] million. [-] million is the initial investment in rebuilding Mengpo. Of the [-] million, in addition to necessary expenses, it is for cleaning up post-war garbage, properly collecting corpses, Disease prevention, etc. costs.

Where should I let this money go?

I took the report with a steady face, my heart was full of waves, but my face seemed to have no emotion at all. It was like these [-] million were like steel coins in my pocket and I said to the functional staff of the Judicial Committee: "Okay, I will knew."

Then, he walked into the office and closed the door.

The second the door closed, I was scratching my head!
  Is it so easy to be the master of the house?
  Yes, I have the money-making machine of Cunzhai, but didn’t all the goods produced by Cunzhai be cleared away by the West Asians twice?
  Yes, in addition to the village, I also have a park. The problem is that the money from the park has offset Meng Neng’s expenses, and there is still a balance of more than [-] million in the book, which I transferred to Yang Rong to use to buy explosives...

At this moment, I feel like after taking out a loan shark, I turned on my mobile phone on the repayment day and prepared to pay for it. In the end, I was told by the website that I did not meet the loan conditions.

Who knows that feeling?
  The old man often said that carrying an umbrella and having plenty of dry food when the weather is sunny was like a big mouth slapping me in the face.

As for me, if I want to survive this period safely, I have only one last resort - kill the goose that lays the goose and get the egg!
  I picked up the phone and dialed the phone number of the 729 park. When Lao Lin's voice came on the phone, I only said one word: "Me."

Lao Lin replied respectfully: "Sir."

"Well, inform the leaders of all the companies in the park that there will be a meeting in the large conference room in Building 2 at three o'clock this afternoon. Anyone who is late will not come."

"rest assured."

Snapped.

I hung up the phone.

After thinking about it for a while, I picked up the phone again: "Hey, Lao Yao, do you still remember the knife wielder under your hand that I saw at the night show that day?" "In this case, you can lend me the person you want. ... I have to go out and scare people in a while... That's okay, you hurry up and call him and ask him to report to the Judicial Committee."

After making the call, I finally stood up and looked out the window. That was the direction of 729. I believe that all the park owners at this moment must not have thought that they were the ones I had prepared for this moment...the meal on the plate.

Just when I thought I was about to overcome the difficulties with my clever methods, my vision suddenly blurred as I looked into the distance. I was thinking: "Is it possible that this is what all the warlords actually thought when they invited these bosses?"

At that second, the world in my heart seemed to be a little darker, and I cursed: "Fuck, there is no real morality in northern Myanmar!"

Do you think that if you sign a contract with a warlord and they agree to protect you, that's the end of it?

Then wait until he is exhausted before you try again!
  Do you think that if you pay protection fees every year, people will stop touching you and you will have a backer?
  Then if your backer catches up and is in a hurry for money, try again!
  I even suspected that the first few bosses who died in the park were not what A Da and the others described at all. It was probably Lao Qiao who encountered the same headache as me and dealt with it conveniently. All they knew was that It's just the reason Lao Qiao gave to appease people's hearts.

Thinking of this, many things seem to become clear.

When, when, when.

There was a knock on the door, and the staff of the Judicial Committee pushed the door open a small crack, stuck his head in and said, "Sir, a security guard said you called him here. Is that true?"

"Let him in!"

The staff member opened the door at this moment, and a man in security uniform walked into the office. At that second, I looked at him carefully.

This guy's face is very strange. Half of his face is drooping down, like a melted butter cake. The other half of his face is normal, as if the butter cake is only half melted.

What happened next was more interesting. I saw him blink, one eye blinked, but the other one didn't react at all, staring at him: "Master."

He bowed slightly towards me, and even when he said the word 'Master', his mouth was half-open...

I pointed at that half of the face: "Are you always rubbing your eyes?"

He smiled bitterly: "No, it's sour if you keep your eyes open all the time."

As he spoke, he started rubbing it with his hands.

"Why not treat it?"

The man with facial paralysis lowered his head: "I didn't have a stroke, it was neurological. I injured my brain nerves when I was fighting with someone, and there is no way to cure it."

"Oh."

After talking like this, I realized that people with facial paralysis are not people in society at all. They are serious people with status!

Facial paralysis, born in Tanggu, three generations of his family have been doing one thing, practicing martial arts. But in his father's generation, martial arts training was no longer enough, so he had no choice but to work as a teacher in a martial arts school to support his family.

But let’s be honest, his father has been a student of his with facial paralysis all his life, but he really didn’t teach him a single trick. The key is that he didn’t dare to do anything else.

Facial Paralysis's family practices Bagua, and Bagua is notoriously bad. If this were taught in real terms, as long as the child got into trouble, the police would search for the root cause and eventually find their family. When the old man thought about it, Yes, you can teach fake tricks. As a result, the students went out to fight, and the one who was beaten had his head cut off and farted.

The old man has spent his life peacefully, but he can't let his skills be passed down, can he?
  Therefore, the old man gave his son all the things he did not teach students, and also asked his son to travel to all the mountains and rivers in the country according to the rules of the martial arts.

Here I have to mention some real martial arts rules... (End of this chapter)