Before Ji Linchuan left, he arranged for Ding Yiheng and Molly to go to the airport and let them go back where they should go.

As a result, he and Lao Qin's car just drove out of Naypyidaw, and the two chased after them, Molly insisted on going to northern Myanmar, and Ding Yiheng also refunded the ticket, and the original two off-road vehicles were added to the back with a small convertible.

The car was bought by Ding Yiheng temporarily, the typical swagger was not practical, Ji Linchuan didn't want to waste any more energy, so he withdrew his gaze from the rear window, closed his eyes upside down, and let them follow.

"How chic are you going back to your United States, can you stand it when you go to that poor country? Molly's tone was hard, but her heart was good, mainly because she felt that she had delayed Ding Yiheng's time, and she couldn't help it.

"Master, I'm going to visit and study, you don't understand. What Ding Yiheng said was true, he did think that this Mo Ning's miners were making trouble, which was a bit illogical, after all, this place was not the same as his American mine.

In northern Myanmar, there is no industry at all except mines. Poor villages, economically backward for decades, and almost all of the locals make a living from jade mining, and the people in that place can be said to have no way out except to work as laborers for developers.

The closure of the mine is already well known, and they are now going on strike and raising wages, isn't that stupid?

Three vehicles run along central Myanmar.

In the Wulu River Basin of northern Myanmar, there are countless pits and depressions on the endless red land, large and small, some of which are more than 100 meters deep, and the upright steep slope is like a man-made cliff, which is thrilling and exciting.

The Vansen rough stone mining base was built in Hpakant, not far from Moning.

During the rainy season, the mine in Hpakant has been shut down and the potholes are flooded.

The car turned from the oil road into the muddy gravel road.

Entering the mine, there are low-concave gravel layers everywhere, where thousands of excavators and earth-hauling trucks are parked, operators are still putting the finishing touches, and trucks are constantly hauling scrap out.

Ji Linchuan sat in the car, and saw a group of miners like ants picking up food from a distance, in a chaotic formation, looking for jadeite in the slag dumped by the company's truck. They are locals who steal raw materials from tailings and operate in the mining areas contracted by miners all year round, and now that the mines have been closed, the scrap picking is even more blatant.

"What about the guards? Get those people away. "The rain is constant, the slag land is unstable, and it is easy for so many people to have an accident in it.

"Mr. Ji, these people are like flies, and they will come when they catch up. "Lao Qin is used to it, because even if they drive away during the day, they are still with flashlights at night, and the chance of leakage in the slag is very small, but these people are willing to take the risk to dig it, and they can't manage it.

Ji Linchuan reprimanded: "In case of a collapse, is this in Fansen's mine, are you responsible or the company responsible?"

Lao Qin's face tightened, he knew that it was not normal now, and there must be no more incidents, so he hurriedly called someone to drive him away.

The base office is a row of two-story buildings, surrounded by a courtyard wall hundreds of meters in circumference. It was a bumpy ride from Naypyidaw, and Lao Qin planned to rest for a while before going to Moning, which was only a twenty-minute drive anyway.

Ding Yiheng and Molly got out of the car and followed Ji Linchuan, before the three of them walked into the courtyard of the base, suddenly a group of Burmese rushed out, about 30 people, all with yellow faces and thin muscles, holding banners in their hands, asking Chairman Fansen to increase his salary.

Lao Qin was stunned, these people came from Moning so quickly?

"It's strange, Mr. Ji has just arrived, how do they know?" Ding Yiheng was even more puzzled, thinking that Ji Linchuan didn't write on his face, and there was Mr. Ji from Fansen in this group of people they recognized?

At this time, a leading man came out, the local weather was hot, he was wearing short sleeves, and there was a dense needle eye on his arm after injection, Ding Yiheng couldn't help but shudder, although he knew that this Golden Triangle area has always been like this, the local people are full of illness, the mine operation is hard, they rely on the injection of ephedra and yellow to relieve fatigue, nine and a half out of ten are addicted to smoking.

And the man's dark eyes had a chilling sense of horror.

Lao Qin beckoned back, and the base guards gathered over, only to see Ji Linchuan standing in the middle, listening to the man very calmly.

The general meaning is to increase the salary, and it is not five times what Lao Qin said before.

It's ten times more.

Ji Linchuan crossed his arms and lowered his head and smiled.

Dozens of people on the other side looked at each other, unable to figure out what they meant, and after half a sound, Ji Linchuan raised his eyes coldly and said briefly in Burmese: "Ten times? Don't even think about it, don't do it." “

The crowd over there was indignant, and Lao Qin said to them: "Look at the workers in Pa Kang, when the Moning mine expires, you will be just like them, not to mention the salary, you can't even earn a penny!

Ji Linchuan's toughness and Lao Qin's reminder seemed to have worked, I saw that the group of people were discussing left and right, and after a while, some of them left, Ding Yiheng looked at Molly with a crooked face and said, "I can't even turn this little bit, I'm really a bunch of simple-minded fools." “

As he spoke, thick smoke rose not far from the base.

There was a faint glow of fire.

"Let's go and see what's going on?" Lao Qin spoke first, and the security captain ran in the direction of the smoke with the guards.

Molly said, "Brother Ji, these people shouldn't just be raising their salaries, but they seem to be deliberately making trouble." “

People like Qin Lao, who have been in Myanmar for more than ten years, also feel that something is wrong when they look at it, these people have been making trouble for more than a month, how dare they do this before?

Lao Qin called the local armed police, who promised to send someone over to maintain order.

But the nearest police station is also seven or eight miles away from here, and I don't know if I will be able to get the year of the monkey when I come over.

A few minutes later, the mine guards came back to say that three or four oil tanks at the mine had been lit and that the fire had burned and was difficult to control.

You don't have to think about it to know that those Burmese people did it! Lao Qin scolded angrily: "These people who have suffered a thousand knives!

"Mr. Qin, there are more than a dozen oil tanks next to it, and if they continue to burn, those big cars will not be able to be saved. "The mine operates all year round, the oil tank reserves are huge, and there are many trucks and excavators parked nearby.

"Then what the do you have to say! Don't hurry up and let people drive away the surrounding cars!" Lao Qin forgot, the truck is easy to drive, where is the excavator so fast? Seeing the guards grinding and grinding, Lao Qin was anxious, "It's all rats, so timid!" After saying that, Lao Qin wanted to go in person, and Ji Linchuan took action to stop it: "The car will burn when it burns, let the company's people stay away from the tank farm, pay attention to safety." “

Lao Qin sighed heavily, and was unwilling to be destroyed, threw off the posture, and decided to drive away the car that was a little farther away from the center of the fire, it had just rained in the morning, the road was muddy, and the mine was full of low and steep slopes, and some potholes sank dozens of meters, as steep as a cliff.

The remaining dozen or so Burmese here suddenly rushed towards Ji Linchuan, Molly's eyes were quick to fall down, and Ji Linchuan did not have a hard time dealing with the skinny miners, but Ding Yiheng was wearing a clean suit and refused to touch those dirty Burmese, only resisting with his feet, kicking around with a pair of long legs.

Not far away, more than a dozen guards were moving the car, Lao Qin did the position of the district chief, he had not personally driven a large truck for many years, this was in a hurry, the car was heavy, the body was tilted, Lao Qin was so frightened that he turned his head and saw that he had driven to the edge of the pothole, more than ten meters below the low ground, which was the size of half a court.

He couldn't control it, he didn't react when he hit the steering wheel, and he saw that the wheels were crooked towards the edge of the pothole.

Ding Yiheng saw Lao Qin from a distance, but when he turned his face, he saw that Ji Linchuan had quickly rushed over, he stepped on the wheels, grabbed the car door and jumped up, the whole person was hanging on the front of the truck, and was about to drag Lao Qin out!

At this time, the sky was spinning, and the truck lost its center of gravity and fell diagonally towards the pothole......

Boom......

The truck rolls over, slowly disappears from front of you, and falls to the bottom of a muddy and watery pothole!

……

"Quarterly Total"

"Brother Ji!"

Molly kicked people away and ran towards the big hole, Ding Yiheng took the first step there, the tall figure leaned over and looked down, and when he saw the tragic situation below, his eyes and legs suddenly became weak.

The Burmese onlookers raised their arms and shouted, cheering fiercely as if they had won the battle and beheaded their generals.

At the same time, there were several loud explosions of oil tanks in the distance, shaking the ground lightly.

The whole mine is in chaos!

……

Bang!

Lightning and thunder thundered among the thick clouds, and bright lights attacked the night.

The arbor forest in the middle of the mountain is like a deep sea wave, surging by the wind.

A heavy rainstorm poured down in an instant, and the water jets hit the dirt, and the small puddles under the eaves crackled, faintly reflecting the women in the room.

"Sister Xiaoyou, don't hug it, if Mr. Ji wasn't busy, he would have called a long time ago. Xiao Ai took away the ipad in the crook of her arm, pulled the blanket up, tucked it in her armpit, she waited from morning to night, the phone rang several times in the middle, she ran to answer it in surprise, but almost instantly, her face changed back to loss, and it was not Mr. Ji at all.

It's only six o'clock in the afternoon, there are black clouds outside, the rain is getting more and more urgent, it can't stop for a while and a half, and the car can't go out and can't go to the vegetable market, Xiao Ai remembered that there are still reserve ingredients in the freezer, and turned his face to her: "Let's eat wonton today, it's best to eat something hot this day." “

"Hmm. Ouyang Yuyou replied casually, her eyes looked out of the room, the floor-to-ceiling glass was washed by the heavy rain, and the scene outside became blurred, she picked up her mobile phone uneasily, flipped to the number and dialed it again.

She listened to the beep again, and the phone hung up automatically.

It's been three days.

Ji Linchuan didn't have a single phone call video, and no matter how she called day or night, no one answered.

She didn't want to think about it herself, but the head on top of her head seemed not to be her own, and she repeated uncontrollably what he said for the last time.

It was still three days ago.

He called early in the morning and said that he was about to leave for northern Myanmar, and he couldn't video with her on the way, and the network over there was not good, so he asked her not to wait any longer and go to bed early at night.

Yes, he went to the mines, which were remote and desolate, with bad internet and bad signal...... Maybe he's really busy these days...... She reassured herself over and over again.

Ji Linchuan's portrait of the side was framed by her, and hung in a place where she could see it as soon as she looked up.

Ouyang Yuyou flipped to the calendar on her mobile phone, counted the days, it was almost time, she thought stupidly, Ji Linchuan might have been on the way back, maybe ......

Heavy rain was pouring outside.

She picked up the book in her hand, opened a page and tried to read it, trying not to think about him, even if it was for two minutes, as long as she could not think about him.

The black and neat words, she needs to gather strength to read them sentence by sentence.

Suddenly, I saw a passage appear in the book:

The sound of the rain is murmuring, like living by a stream, and you would rather rain every day, thinking that you don't come because it's raining.

……

That kind of longing and waiting.

That kind of anticipation and hope.

It's all about the same.

Because I miss him too much, because I want to see him too much.

Ouyang Yuyu closed the page, unable to read any further, she lowered her head and smothered her knees, her shoulders trembled slightly, and her eyes were sour.

She couldn't help but read, Ji Linchuan, Ji Linchuan......

Why didn't you come back?