When I came, it was the crisp autumn season, and I was already wearing my coat. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info It's summer again in Myanmar, and the air is hot and humid.

Su Yun wore a colorful beach skirt, a big straw hat, and a pair of off-white velvet sandals with an eight-centimeter-high thick foam bottom and feet, which was no different from the people around her in terms of attire.

The only difference was that her exposed arms and toes were too fair and delicate compared to the rough black skin of others.

Old-fashioned, unclean vans carrying a pile of luggage on the roof of the van jolted along the uneven road, accompanied by the sound of local Burmese people talking to each other.

and the cry of children and the chickens and ducks carried by the locals, like a concerto.

It's just that this concerto hurts my head.

Su Yun's face turned whiter in such a torturous noise, and he couldn't fit in with the scorching sun and hot livelihood around him.

"Ask him when he will arrive".

Su Yun was so noisy that she didn't have the strength to speak.

The guide I found was Burmese, but he could speak Chinese and was not very fluent.

The purpose of Su Yun's trip is to gamble on stone wool, and she and Gou Dake are both coming to Myanmar for the first time, and they have no way.

I had to ask the guide to take them to visit the old pit field first, and then make plans.

There was also a group of imperial people who came to travel with a group on this car, and when they heard Gou Dake ask the guide, they were like a clear stream in a bunch of Burmese Vara language.

They all greeted Su Yun and the others.

"Girl, there are still ten minutes to go, you hold on."

It's not here, it's only to take the local shuttle bus in Myanmar, and private cars are not allowed to approach, so Gou Dake went to rent a car.

"Fellow, you're also here to travel?

I don't see that you are with the group, and you don't look like a frequent visitor, why don't you sign up for the group? ”

The person who spoke was a young man, wearing a rainforest-green floral shirt and sunglasses, and he felt a little runny when he spoke.

It's the kind of person who likes to hook up with people.

Su Yun is the kind of person who doesn't name her by strangers, and she doesn't think she is talking to herself.

So I still looked out the window at the scenery passing by.

Gou Dake kept sticking his head to see why the front hadn't arrived yet, anxious for Su Yun.

The young man was ignored and not embarrassed to talk to people.

smiled with the person next to him: "It's not easy to get along with."

The man next to him was wearing a Chinese-style linen shirt and a string of Buddhist beads on his hands.

Hearing the young man's words, he didn't speak, just smiled.

"Boss Wen, why did you run in person this time, if you have any requirements, you can just tell us.

Now, although the rough stone wool is not easy to get, we just eat this line of food.

When you came here in person, it seemed that we had eaten dry."

The young man and the middle-aged man next to him talked to each other.

The car passed through a large pothole and jolted. Wen Yi's hand grabbed the window next to him because he had to fight against inertia, and saw the stains on his hands.

He took out a tissue from his black handbag and wiped it and said, "There are rebels in the north, and the Burmese government army is retreating one after another, which has tightened the control of the export of rough stones."

If I don't come to see the situation on the front line in person, I don't feel at ease even if I sit at home."

Wen Yi is the chairman behind the green edge that bought Suyun jade last time.

Usually, the business of the jewelry store is handed over to Huang Yanchun, Huang Yanchun lives up to his trust, and the piece of jade that he snatched from Luyuan Pavilion last time made him breathe a sigh of relief.

Normally, Wen Yi is only in the villa at home to maintain health, but due to the civil strife in Myanmar, it is becoming more and more difficult to purchase rough stones.

A procurement line that he opened up in the early years has not been ideal now, otherwise he would not have sent people to guard it in several large gambling stone yards.

This Han Chun'er dared to tell him what he wanted, just tell them.

He just told them so many times that he spent a lot of money to buy all the waste stones, even if they were green and all the inferior materials like dried beans.

He came in person this time, that is, he wanted to get in touch with the factory owner of Laokeng.

It is the best to be able to supply Luyiyuan, but it can't, even if it can catch a rough stone dealer with a third-line runner, it is more reliable than this broker line that makes a difference.

Naturally, he couldn't tell Han Chun'er this, even if this bastard and his gang cheated them for so much money, they still couldn't offend this gang of people who smuggled rough stones in Myanmar, and there were two customers in the territory.

As the saying goes, buying and selling is not benevolence, not benevolence, it is a trade-off, and it is more in line with the interests of businessmen than the consequences of offending.

"What's the use of you just coming in person, I'll tell you the truth, you can't enter the pit factory at all.

Well, just like those who travel in groups, they just look up and down the hill in front of the iron fence built by the Burmese government.

Otherwise, why do you think the Burmese government and the mine owners of these old pits are not allowed to come near by private cars?

Just because the north is close to the Golden Triangle, the rebels have asked for arms assistance from Khunsa, and there is nothing else on the side of the government army.

Isn't it just that the jadeite of these dozens of old pits rely on this to generate revenue and taxes for the government, and the funds in the jade public market in two seasons a year are as high as hundreds of billions of dollars.

The restriction on the export of jadeite rough has made the jadeite public market that has just passed this year in full swing, and it has been two percentage points higher than last year.

Tell me how the Burmese government would allow you, the jade traders in the country, and the owners of the old pit mines.

Moreover, most of the mine owners of these old pits are composed of several families, and one person or one family in today's Myanmar cannot swallow this piece of fat at all.

You can't find the person in charge.

How can we talk about cooperation?"

"Besides, people may not be able to look down on your supply."

Khunsa is the big drug lord of the Golden Triangle.

Wen Yi didn't say it explicitly, but how could he hide it from these second-class dealers, Han Chun'er easily broke Wen Yi's plan.

Wen Yi didn't say anything more, Han Chun'er smiled, and when he saw what the situation was, the big boss would die.

The voices of the two men were not high, and there were mixed voices around them.

Therefore, only Su Yun heard it and had a general understanding of the market for jadeite rough in Myanmar today.

If others knew that she had first come into contact with gambling stones, they would have come to Myanmar with the intention of finding a vein.

I guess I'm going to laugh off my big teeth.

This bus is going to the countryside, passing by Laokeng Station, down a team of Little Red Riding Hood, the rest of the noise, as the villagers follow the shuttle bus away, bringing up a burst of dust.

"Ahem, ahem". The crowd coughed a few times.

"Come, come with me, in front of you is the famous old pit field, Mona."

The tour guide held a small red flag and walked forward with the tourists.

I saw that this place was similar to the one named Han Chun'er.

It is equivalent to enclosing an iron railing on a high mountain and looking down into the distance, which is the visiting distance today. (To be continued.) )