When the Englishman took out the ten-dollar bill from his wallet and handed it over, Tambo realized for the first time that these foreign devils were not as rich as he thought. However, the interpreter invited by the other party specially reminded: "Take it, foreigners are very generous, this is for you." ”

Tamba wanted to let out a sneer.

As an employee of the 'Shengguang Overseas Development Company', Tanba is not tall and healthy. But he has a few advantages that others do not have, and can speak several dialects of northern Myanmar as well as Chinese. The group is in great need of language talents, so his monthly salary is 240 yuan.

When the high-nosed foreigner stopped Tanba, he panicked. When he heard that there was money to be paid for the interview, he was full of expectations. You can see this BBC reporter digging into his pocket...... How much is ten dollars? It's just forty or fifty soft girl coins.

He was disappointed.

That's not a lot of money.

Tamba still took the money and followed the two foreign reporters to the hotel in the city. He didn't have a sense of secrecy, and he didn't think about anything wrong with receiving money, but he was a little disgusted with the lack of money.

"Say it. What do you want to ask? ”

The BBC reporter apparently knew about Tambo and knew that this young man was not Chinese, but a local who worked for the Holy Light, and felt that this identity would be a breakthrough.

"As far as we know, the army from the north has invaded your homeland. Can you tell us about what you know? For example, how many troops the invading army has, how well it is equipped, the number of the troops, and so on. ”

As soon as the reporter opened his mouth, Tambo was stunned, he didn't know what the number of troops and equipment was, and he didn't think it was an invasion. He was speechless, not knowing how to answer.

The local translator hired by the reporter felt that Tamba's dumb appearance was too stupid, and said unhappily: "Aren't you working for the people from the north?" Tell me about something that makes you angry. There must be, right? ”

Something infuriating?

There really is.

"The company organized us to dig a ditch, and said that if the workload of 100 people could compare with that of the instructors, they would give each of us a bonus. We were so happy that we felt that no matter how bad we were, we would definitely be better than the instructor alone.

We deliberately selected the strongest 100 men, prepared the best shovels and hoes, and worked from early morning to night, so tired that many people's hands were worn out. ”

The translator interjected, "You won, but those scoundrels don't admit it, right?" ”

"No, we lost."

"How is this possible? Didn't you all eat? A hundred people are better than one person! ”

"Because the next day the instructor drove something called an excavator."

Tampo was so angry when he said this that he still felt that he had been tricked. But that excavator is really powerful, and it is half a cube down with a shovel. Later, I learned that the instructor did it on purpose, and many people were fooled by him to drive an excavator.

This time it was the turn of the interpreter to be confused, and after being questioned by a BBC reporter, he muttered for a long time before saying: "He was forced to work by the intruders, and the working conditions were very bad." Many people have been injured and humiliated as a result. So he was furious. ”

Tamba's expression was indeed angry.

The BBC reporter nodded, sympathetic to what happened to Tamba, and they went on to ask: "Are there any concentration camps?" Have women and children been abused? Was there a mass killing? ”

The first question stumped Tamba, who asked the translator, "What is a concentration camp?" ”

The translator said in a hateful tone: "Just ask if you have arrested many people?" Have you ever raped your woman? Were there a lot of people killed? Has your life become very bad? ”

Tanba shook his head and nodded again, "It's true that some people have been arrested and some have died, but nothing has happened. The company is very good to us, we can eat enough when we work easily, and we can pay back money if we are sick. People in the village want to be recruited by the company.

As for me, it's been a bit of a bad couple of days. I used to like a girl, and she liked me. I wanted to marry her as a wife, but I couldn't come up with enough money, and her dad told me to eat and sober up. Now that I have money, I went back to the village to look for her the other day. ”

The story is a bit of gossip and full of tragic elements. The translator interjected again, "The girl you like must have been married and given birth to all the children." You reunite with her and find that you still love each other, but you can't do anything about it. ”

Tamba still shook his head, "No...... The girl I like is not married yet, and she has not had children.

But her father said that since I had money, I had to pay ten times the bride price to marry her sister. My sister is prettier than my sister, and I like it too, but I haven't scraped together ten times as much money. ”

What a tragedy!

The translator almost didn't choke to death by the twist. He could only think about it a little more and told two BBC reporters: "There are indeed inhumane concentration camps, and there are many young women who are being abused.

Those who are forced to work do not have enough to eat and no rest. Everyone longs to escape from the cave. Besides, this kid can't be with the girl he likes, it's all a tragedy caused by those damn intruders. ”

Tamba did look downcast. Two BBC reporters made up a tragedy of 'lovers falling in love with each other, but being forcibly broken up by evil groups', and expressed deep sympathy for his plight.

"Don't worry, kid. God will bless you. We will definitely open up to the international community about the situation here, rescue you, and let you be with the girl you love. ”

A BBC reporter reached out and patted Tambo on the shoulder as a gesture of comfort. Another reporter continued, with the help of an interpreter, saying: "But we need to point out the photos to add credibility to the story."

Can you help us take some pictures? For example, photograph the soldiers from the north, photograph the scenes of them bullying you, photograph the abused locals, and photograph the horrific concentration camps. Of course, you can also take pictures of your beloved girl who was snatched away.

We are willing to pay for these photos. Ten dollars each, how's that? ”

The words came out of the translator's mouth with a slight change, "One dollar per photo." You shoot more and earn a lot of money from these foreigners. Especially the tragic picture.

I know it's a bit dangerous. So we can work together and find some people to pose for the photo. Find someone to get a few sets of uniforms, get some blood, get some injuries or something. I know this well, and I can teach you. Say yes. ”

Tamba listened again confused, "I don't have a camera. ”

"It's okay, these two foreigners will prepare it for you."

"I don't take pictures either."

"I'll help you with this. All you have to do is say yes. ”

Tanba looked at the translator as the intermediary, then at the two BBC reporters, thought about it, nodded and said, "Pay me five hundred dollars in advance, and then give me the camera." I'll do it. ”

The translator was annoyed, "Hey, don't you bargain." It is impossible to give you money first, and the camera cannot be given to you directly. Don't mess around. ”

Tanbo stretched out his hand to the two foreigners, spread out his five fingers and shook them, and said again: "Five hundred dollars, give me the camera in addition." ”

This was said several times in a row, and the translator was so embarrassed that he could only relay it to the BBC reporter: "This kid wants five thousand dollars." I think he's not very reliable, maybe trying to cheat money. Why don't I find someone else to work with? ”

The two BBC reporters stared at Tambo and muttered to him privately. They first took out the $100 bill from their wallets, and Tambo immediately waved his hand and repeated the Burmese word 'five hundred'.

So Tambo got five hundred dollars.

The next cameras were also obtained by comparing with each other, and they also came with more than a dozen boxes of film.

Both the journalist and Tamba were very pleased with this. The two sides shook hands, hugged, and the chickens and ducks spoke their best wishes to each other.

Only the translator was beside him with a cold face and a blank face. When Tamba left with the camera and the dollar and the expectations of the BBC reporter, the interpreter muttered, "You think this kid will come back?" He must have taken the money and ran. ”

Two BBC reporters were celebrating their wit, and when they heard the words, they looked at each other and realized that things were not as easy as they thought.