Tanba left the hotel with a relaxed and cheerful look. He is the lucky one who won the jackpot, and the peak of his life is approaching. Behind him, two BBC reporters looked out from the door of the hotel like old trees in the village, their faces stiff.

For Westerners, Asia, Africa and Latin America should be a backward and ignorant place. The natives should put on a flattering smirk, stretch out their dirty hands, and look up at the white people who have come from afar, trying to ask for something.

Jack London is the American who wrote a "Love Life" and went to elementary school. He also wrote an article "An Unprecedented Invasion", imagining the extermination of the Chinese with biological weapons.

This short story was written in 1910, and Jack London imagined that in 1976, the white coalition would surround China and kill all the natives like dogs. This is supposed to be inspired by the destruction of the Indians, the Mayans, the Aztecs by infectious diseases.

The reason for the massacre is simple - there is no common psychological core between whites and China, and there are too many Chinese.

The 'white skins' love life, but their definition of life is different from ours.

When they found out that the inferior creature in their eyes was likely to cheat them out of five hundred dollars and a miniature camera, the hearts of the two Brits exploded. They couldn't call Tanba back, so they could only take their anger out on the hired translator.

"In the future, you must translate our words truthfully, and you can't change them indiscriminately. Now is the stage of collecting materials, and the authenticity of the materials must be guaranteed. How to process it in the later stage is our job, not yours. Remember, you're just a translator. ”

An Englishman poked his finger into the translator's chest, and the latter was annoyed and hurt. But he had just been caught eating a trick inside and out, so he could only bow his head and admit his mistake and ask for forgiveness. As for later

Until the British find the next reliable translator, the current translator is not going to change. They are all in a group, and no one can do without the other.

"Where's the next interviewee?" The two reporters flipped through the interview books and thought that none of the interviewees the translators were looking for were reliable, "or we could have interviewed them randomly." It all started with this hostel. ”

There were small merchants in the inns, who moved between the war-torn states, befriending the leaders of the power and allowing the flow of goods and money.

The power of the states also needs merchants, otherwise even if they plant a lot of tobacco fields, they can't buy living materials, and they have no eggs? This thing can't be eaten or worn.

The businessman knows a lot of information and is a good interviewee. The reporter pulled the translator and really found a middle-aged man who was eating at the hotel.

After opening his mouth to identify himself, he asked the same old question, "What do you think of the invaders from the north?" ”

The middle-aged man has a dark face and thick arms. He looked calm and ate slowly, but he had a rifle at his feet. There are also two young men at the same table, who should be subordinates.

In response to the reporter's question, the middle-aged businessman raised his head slightly and sneered: "That's the investor invited by the state." Only those with ulterior motives will be slandered as intruders. ”

"But this so-called 'investor' is killing people everywhere, and we have proof. They slaughtered a lot of people, don't you think it's too brutal? This is the act of invading. ”

The BBC reporter tried to correct the middle-aged businessman's opinion, but the other party still scoffed, "There are too few kills, and more should be killed." ”

The argument was so appalling that journalists and translators alike were dumbfounded.

"Why?"

"The bandits who were eliminated were all bandits, who caused wars everywhere and led to vendettas, and we also suffered greatly. No one wants to live in unrest all day.

You people in the West are people, and we people in the East are also people. We want to stay in an orderly place, not an environment where we can be beaten to death when we go out, or even burn to death if we stay at home.

I am willing to pay taxes, I am willing to be a guide, I am willing to take refuge in the Holy Light, I just want them to govern the place well.

But you Britons want war everywhere in order to profit from it. In the past, we had no choice but to be bullied by you, but now we want to live a different way. ”

A middle-aged businessman sits at a table and eats a simple dinner. He made no secret of his hatred of Westerners, staring viciously at two British journalists.

The British looked at each other and knew that something was wrong, but they were still waiting for the translator to relay it. But the interpreter hurriedly shouted to the middle-aged merchant: "You are too ignorant, the people from the north are only taking advantage of you." Do you really think what they say is true?

While there is no evidence yet, there is definitely a conspiracy on the part of the Light. They may have done something good, but they are an evil group sanctioned by the United States. We are a liberal democratic world, and they must be driven out. ”

The translator was very excited, and the middle-aged businessman also became louder, "Don't play this with me, I've also been in Yangon, and I'm tired of listening to your."

There's no proof, is there? Because you don't care about the evidence. You're just trying to make trouble. You can fabricate evidence if you need to.

You don't care how many meals the people in the village eat a day, you don't care how dilapidated the huts of the poor live, and you don't care how many children die before they reach adulthood.

As for the rampant rebel armies in the local area, you can't do anything about them for decades. After all, you are hundreds of kilometers away, living in a big comfortable house, and living a high-class life.

What else have you done besides screaming and screaming? Now that someone has come to help us, you have become emboldened and brought foreigners to make trouble. This is a feeling that civilized people are coming, and they will not die, right? I'm going to prove you wrong. ”

The middle-aged businessman scolded to the end and picked up the rifle at his feet. Two of his men also stood up and pointed their guns at the British.

The Brit only heard his interpreter suddenly quarrel with the interviewee, and when he saw the muzzle of the gun, he hurriedly raised his hand. The translator also shouted: "I am an employee of the BBC in the UK and I have an overseas passport. ”

Sudden protrusions

"I don't recognize that." The middle-aged businessman pulled the trigger, and all three bullets went into the interpreter's chest. The latter fell to the ground on his back and died instantly.

The British, frightened, raised his hands and retreated, and turned around and hid in the hotel kitchen.

There was no back door in the kitchen, and the Englishman spun around like a rat in a hurry, pleading with the cook, curling up behind a cupboard, hoping for shelter.

The innkeeper was puzzled and went outside to see what was going on.

After a while, the cook came back and motioned for the Englishman to go out. But the two Brits refused to leave behind the cupboard, and it was not until the officials of Lashio came that they walked out of the hotel kitchen tremblingly.

The people at the inn were very calm, except for a pool of blood on the floor of the hall, as if nothing had happened. The middle-aged businessman who fired the gun has long been gone, as for the translator

"We'll be responsible for tracking down the killer, but it's going to take time. The body was taken to the hospital morgue. We don't have an ice coffin here, and if no one claims it, we'll bury it tomorrow. Are you going to bring the body back to Yangon? ”

Lashio officials stared at the two Brits. The latter shook their heads directly, they only asked for help to get a car, hoping to return to Yangon as soon as possible, and the rest could only hope for God.

The matter was over, the British paid the funeral expenses, paid the hotel a sum of compensation, and finally spent a lot of money to hire a broken car and leave Lashio in disgrace. They even forgot about Tamba, and five hundred dollars and a miniature camera were wasted.