The rise of nanometers

July 13th.

The underground parking lot at the east gate of Gobi Prison.

The middle-aged man and three other watchmen got into a minibus with 12 candidates, and Maung An was among them.

They all wear a unified bracelet with a positioning system and a micro-bomb. Maung An and others have seen the scene of the bracelet exploding. The micro-bomb using high-energy materials as raw materials is enough to tear the wearer apart instantly.

In addition, the bracelet also has an electric shock system that can paralyze the wearer instantly, ensuring the safety of this outing.

"Let's go." The middle-aged man changed into casual clothes.

The minibus made a circle and headed toward the vast Gobi Desert in the southeast. Only then did all the candidates realize that the place of detention was actually in this deserted Gobi Desert.

In the windy and sandy sky, everyone in the khaki minibus looked like college students, carrying notebooks and pens, preparing to go out for social practice.

The middle-aged man picked up the microphone and introduced to everyone: "This is Mobei, a forgotten place."

"Mobei?" Maung An has read geopolitics and knows that this is a caught area. It is more stable than their hometown, and the economy is also very poor.

The middle-aged man gave a brief introduction to Mobei's previous situation, both economically and socially.

More than two hours later, the minibus drove out of the nature reserve and arrived at the first town, an emerging agricultural town.

Unlike the desolate Gobi Desert, the town is surrounded by pastures, emerald green grass, and flocks of sheep grazing on the grass in the breeze.

The minibus stopped next to a ranch. The middle-aged man brought his tour guide card, and everyone came to the fence of the ranch like tourists.

"Maung An! What are they going to do?" The person who asked the question was one of the four poisonous donkeys from before. This person also passed the primary election.

Maung An shook his head and whispered back: "I don't know either, just observe carefully!"

After a while, everyone was discussing in low voices and gradually became familiar with each other. They came to the ranch and visited the internal facilities of the ranch and the daily life of the rancher's family.

Many candidates knew some Chinese, and many people in Mobei also knew some Chinese. Communication between the two parties could only rely on guesswork, but Maung An and others still obtained a lot of information.

I visited around this town for more than four hours and had another meal at noon.

The minibus headed east again.

In the car, the middle-aged man asked again: "What do you think of the Sheep Town you just visited?"

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and Maang An raised his hand and asked, "Mr. Zhang, does the entire Mobei reach this kind of living standard?"

Obviously Maung An asked everyone's questions. Although the life, education and economy in Sheep Town are good, they also know that this is most likely a "model house". No one knows the real situation in other places. .

Mr. Zhang pulled down a touch-screen monitor from the roof of the car, opened Mobei's navigation map on it, and pointed to the surrounding routes: "You guys discuss it and choose where you want to go."

Maung An and others were stunned. After discussing for a while, they casually pointed out a route.

Mr. Zhang turned around and ordered: "Driver, follow this navigation route."

"OK."

As the minibus continues to drive eastward, it is flanked by dense cotton, sugar beet, peanut and soybean fields, as well as many pastures.

This scene is completely different from the understanding of Maung An and others. From the introduction of geography books, the natural environment of Mobei is the Gobi Desert and desert, with grasslands and lakes in the north.

But the scenery along the way is endless farmland and pasture. The towns along the way have very developed agriculture, mining and processing industries, or specialize in the development of tourism.

These situations subverted Maung An and others' understanding of Mobei. They felt that they did not know the world.

In fact, as Mobei has a population of only over three million, development is relatively easy as long as it finds the right direction for development and does not commit suicide.

Breeding and agriculture alone can make these more than three million people rich. With the addition of mining, processing and service industries, their lives will be even more comfortable than in China.

Near a huge coal mine is a gas power plant that has just been put into operation.

"This is the power of industry. This power plant alone is equivalent to 60% of the previous power generation in Mobei." Mr. Zhang explained as he put down the telescope in his hand.

"It's really shocking!" Maung An couldn't calm down for a long time. It would be great if this power plant was built in his hometown!

Mr. Zhang explained something calmly: "There are currently three power stations of this size in Mobei, and two more are under construction. This is our sincerity towards our friends."

After waking up from the shock, Maung An hesitated and asked: "...is it okay for my hometown?"

Mr. Zhang turned around and asked with a smile: "Why not?"

"But I remember, wasn't the hydropower station canceled last year?"

Others also looked silent. They had already learned about the situation. If the hydropower station could be successfully built, the economic benefits would be comparable to those of the Three Gorges Hydropower Station.

It's a pity that Hongsavati didn't have that fate, so he abandoned his martial arts skills.

"One day, you will all have it." Mr. Zhang continued: "Let's go to the next place and see!"

The minibus set off again, and the more the candidates visited, the more they envied the development of Mobei. Stability and prosperity were the dreams of Maung An and others.

If they were their former selves, their ideal would be to make a fortune and then immigrate to the West to live and escape that hell-like world.

At this moment, Maung An is gradually changing his mind. He hopes to go back and change the poverty and backwardness of his hometown with the "techniques" and "development and prosperity" he has learned.

No matter how difficult the road ahead is, he is willing to use his passion to water the tropical rain forest.

Mr. Zhang, who had a panoramic view of everyone's expressions, was somewhat satisfied, but visiting the "Mobei Model House" was not enough.

After a while, Maung An and others will be screened again and then taken to West Asia, North Africa, Eastern Europe, and Latin America to see the scenery on the other side of the world.

Let Maung An and others know that the so-called Western methods have a bloody side.

Comparing the two, their last illusions were completely shattered.

The last stop in Mobei is Qiuba Mountain City in Dongfang Province.

As part of the Hulunbuir Prairie, with the entry of fresh water brought by water pipelines and sufficient water resources, the development here is very fast.

Maung An saw a very modern city with many merchants traveling around, purchasing meat products, leather, wool, agricultural products and gemstones.

There is also a dazzling array of daily necessities, electrical appliances and vehicles imported from the south.

The shock brought by this kind of model house makes Maang An and others believe more and more in those "techniques" and "getting rich". If the folks in their hometown can live a life similar to that in Mobei, it doesn't matter if they are licking dogs.

The world is so realistic. Maung An and others naturally understand the other party's intentions and want to use themselves to achieve some strategic goals.

But they were willing to be used without paying the price, so how could pie in the sky fall into this trap?

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