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Doesn't it mean that in Southeast Asia, green tickets are very popular?

The druid's brows frowned even more, and his face, which was originally quite bright and stylish, was also covered with a thick haze: "Damn, after I go back, I must go to the Tianya Travel section to accuse that guy called 'Donkey Brother Travels the World', which is completely misleading the innocent people!" If Madara doesn't deal with it, brother, I'll hire a navy to spray him to death! ”

Just when Bai Huang gritted his teeth and was ruthless, someone came over from behind. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

This time, it's not a small truck, but a local ...... Horse or donkey? I can't tell the difference between stupidity......

But in any case, it is also a means of transportation, much better than walking on your own, and you can also experience an exotic atmosphere. So Bai Huang hurriedly took out a stack of tickets and waved them at the people.

But just like the situation just now, after seeing Bai Huang's waving arm, the young man driving the car suddenly changed his face, and he looked like he was about to rush down and beat someone. Fortunately, there was an elderly man beside him, and after whispering something to the young man, he stopped the former's actions. But despite this, the two didn't give the druid any good looks.

This is really inexplicable, could it be that the big aunt of these guys is here, resulting in insufficient blood supply to the brain?

Bai Huang scratched his head vigorously, it was really the ideological consciousness of the Burmese people, which was beyond his imagination. Shouldn't it be that if you wave the money yourself, there will be a large number of people who will come like summoned beasts?

There is a saying that there is a heart to plant huāhuā does not open, and there is no intention to plant willows and willows.

Just as the druid was listless, wondering what was wrong, a small car staggered by. Originally, the druid was completely desperate and did not plan to continue to stop the car, but his arm was still subconsciously raised.

With a "squeak", the car stopped in front of Bai Huang, and the driver seemed to turn around and ask in the back seat, and then rolled down the window.

……

On the back seat of the car, a big belly with a red face laughed and patted Bai Huang on the shoulder: "Brother, since you travel abroad alone, why don't you first understand the customs and taboos of various places?" You can't do it without preparation...... Hahaha, I actually stopped the car with my left hand, I guess all the guys you met were good-tempered guys, and if you change to someone with a more irritable personality, it's light to do it with you. ”

After saying this, Bai Riguang frowned, and said with a gloomy face: "I also knew some about the relevant situation before leaving, but I didn't read it carefully." Who knew that they had so many taboos, they couldn't do this or that, why were they still alive......"

The druid died of depression, and it turned out that no one stopped along the way, because he greeted him with his left hand. And in the area of Myanmar 99, using the left hand is considered extremely impolite and provocative.

Now recall, the post of "Brother Donkey Travels the World" probably also talked about relevant precautions, but he was impatient and ignored it at a glance.

"Then to Ruigu, little brother, are you ......" The big belly seemed to love to watch others eat deflated, hehe asked with a smile.

This big boss who piggybacks on Bai Riguang is a Chinese villager from Yunnan, and according to his own introduction, he came here to run a timber business. Seeing that Bai Huang was not like a local, but a little like a guy from China, he asked the driver to stop and pick him up.

According to his words, those who go out are all fellow villagers, and they are just a gesture.

"My complexion isn't very white, Mr. Yang, how did you tell it?" The druid wondered, anyway, in his eyes, he would never be able to tell the difference between the Burmese and the border people of Yunnan.

Yang said "hi" on his belly, took out a pack of white-shell cigarettes, and flicked one to the druid: "This thing can be seen at a glance, what else is it!" Generally, people who come to northern Myanmar are a little more from our country, and occasionally you can meet one or two Japanese guys. Needless to say, if the locals stop the car, it will definitely be like a telephone pole, beckoning in a proper manner, and bowing slightly when it is over, and the pretentiousness will be ...... death."

The druid was a little speechless for a moment, whether this big-bellied man was disdainful of the Japanese, or whether he was rude.

Shaking his head, not dwelling on this issue, Bai Huang returned to the original topic: "What's in front...... Rigu: Right? Then if I want to go north, how do I go, Mr. Yang? ”

"Going north? Are you going to Myitkyina for a stroll, or are you going to Meng Gong to see the jade? ”

The big belly blinked: "Then how did you get to this place?" When coming to northern Myanmar from China, you either take the Yunnan-Burma Highway to Bhamo or fly directly to Myitkyina Airport, and few people go to the hinterland of Kachin State! ”

Brother, I also flew here, and I flew here after I transformed, is it strange to go in the wrong direction? Bai Huang rolled his eyes wildly in his heart.

Of course, you can't say this to anyone, it will be regarded as a psychopath.

So Bai Huang squeezed his eyebrows at the big belly: "Don't go to Myitkyina, and don't go to Meng Gong to gamble on jade." Actually, I am a special commissioner of Interpol, disguised as a travel buddy to investigate the problem of drug production and trafficking in northern Myanmar. ”

The fat guy suddenly laughed, and squeezed his eyes at Bai Huang: "Hey, I casually picked up a Chinese version of 007, my brother is young and promising, and my brother admires it." ”

After sneering for a while, this guy suddenly turned straight and warned the druid very seriously: "Speaking of drugs, there are some things that you still have to pay more attention to, little brother!" In addition to a few large cities in northern Myanmar, many places, especially rural mountain villages, are under the control of separatist forces, who are, to put it bluntly, either themselves drug lords themselves or provide armed protection for drug lords. Although our country and Kachin State have carried out a joint anti-narcotics and alternative planting program, the effect is the same. The land here is vast and sparsely populated, and it is all high mountains and old forests, if you really want to open up a wasteland to grow opium, who can really manage it? Don't you young people like anything...... Self-guided tours, yes, do you like to do self-guided tours? You can't do that in northern Myanmar, or no one will help you collect the body if you burp. ”

The words of the big belly are very real, and it is indeed for the sake of Bai Huang's safety.

So although it was impossible to follow his advice, Bai Huang still secretly remembered this guy's kindness.

"So ruthless?" The druid had a scared expression on his face, and came to Boss Yang to pretend to be curious: "Then Mr. Yang, you are doing business in Myanmar, have you ever met a drug dealer?" Are they going to kill if they don't agree with each other? By the way, there are many famous drug lords here, how many do you know? ”

"Why not, I'm going to buy logs from them this time."

Zhang Fatzi shook his head angrily: "It's just that people have a serious name, the first army of the new Kachin people." You can't call them drug dealers in front of them, can you? As for the big drug lords, the Golden Triangle is more famous, and these guys in northern Myanmar are relatively low-key. I know that there is only one Kampa and one Posharuo, both of whom are great warlords in northern Myanmar. ”

The information is wrong.

Bai Huang blinked, his flickering eyes were full of ignorance: "Then Mr. Yang, have you heard of a guy named Bahabad?" ”

The big-bellied man looked over with strange eyes: "What, little brother, you can't really be Interpol, right?" I've never heard of that name, so where did you know that? ”

Bai Huang confessed very sincerely: "On a web novel I read yesterday, it was the villain in the book...... Alas, Mr. Yang, what kind of eyes do you have, that book is documentary literature! ”

……

In front of a Western-style villa in the small town of Ruigu, the druid said goodbye to his big belly and left in a random direction.

He already knew a rough idea of what the city looked like at high altitude, but after all, it was only a macrocosm, and only when he entered the city could he deeply appreciate the barrenness here.

According to the big belly, this is also a relatively large gathering area outside of several important towns in northern Myanmar. But as far as the eye can see, many places are two-story small buildings made of iron sheets and wooden boards, and the kind of Western villas where the potbelly stays stands out from the crowd.

One word, poor!

This is exactly the kind of place where rats come in and run away with tears in their eyes.

From the big belly, Bai Huang didn't get any useful information, but he was not in a hurry at all.

Because after the torture of the drug lord soldier called "Dule", he had roughly mastered the hiding place of Bahababat, which, according to the confessions of the dead captives, had a regular camp, the small town of Mogan, in addition to the three drug-growing areas in the northern mountains. This market town, which cannot be found on this map, is located thirty kilometers southwest of Bamo.

Bai Huang originally planned to fly straight to Bamo, but he was not suitable for the first long distance and went in the wrong direction. (To be continued.)

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