Outside the window is the backyard, dotted with a few tropical plants.

In the governor's office, Zhang Jing sat face to face with the senior minister by the window, and said, "Under your supervision, I am very optimistic about the future of Neidubi, so I want to invest here."

"What industry to invest in?" Ji Shan Angsu asked with interest.

"Motorcycle manufacturing plant."

Yangon is an agricultural area, and it depends on tourism to earn foreign exchange, and most of the tourists come from D, and the relationship is not good.

So I haven't been able to make money.

Zhang Jing's willingness to invest in the machinery manufacturing industry is an excellent thing for Yangon.

"We will provide land and policy support," said Ji Shan Aung Su in a cheerful mood, "so that your factory can be set up as soon as possible."

"Thank you," Zhang Jing mentioned his concerns about the things he cared about, "I have a girlfriend whose ancestors have some relationship with the expeditionary force..."

Ji Shan Angsu had a smile on his face one second, and the next second it became cold.

Zhang Jing insisted on finishing his words, "In order to make my girlfriend happy and to make my life happy, I want to spend money to move the cemetery as a whole."

"Mr. Zhang's real purpose is for the cemetery, right?" Ji Shan Angsu's voice became cold and asked.

"Not really," Zhang Jing argued to himself, "First of all, I am really optimistic about your management, and Yangon will get better and better;

Secondly, I really want to spend money to buy a girlfriend to be happy."

"This matter is not negotiable," Ji Shan Angsu shook his head, "Mr. Zhang, please go back."

The bodyguard guarding the door came over and stretched out his hand to ask Zhang Jing to go out.

"Senior Minister," Zhang Jing got up and left his seat, and finally reminded the woman, "Don't make the incident a bad one, or someone will make you pay!"

Although Ji Shan Angsu is called Senior Minister, he is actually the Great Governor, with a high position and power, and he does not take Zhang Jing's threat seriously at all.

Waving his hand to signal the bodyguards to chase people away.

Leaving the Governor's Palace, Zhang Jing felt helpless.

What's next?

The answer is cold salad, he is a man, not a god, and it is impossible to be satisfied with everything.

"How?" The old man, who had been waiting outside the Governor's Palace, stepped forward and asked with concern.

"She refuses, let's go to the cemetery and have a look."

The old man, who was in his early seventies, sighed heavily, "I want to chop her up and feed her to the dogs."

didn't have much contact, and Zhang Jing found that the official old man in the official was more angry than Xu Zehong, and his ass was very positive.

Recruit a yellow cab and drive 21 or 22 minutes to get there.

It is relatively partial, sparsely populated, and the environment is better.

Passing through the open, rusty black iron gate, Zhang Jing and the old man walked into the interior of the cemetery.

Behind the entrance is a small plaza with a reclining monument erected in the middle of the square.

Above: "Area D Expeditionary Force".

Behind the monument are white stone-carved humanoid statues, in a 1:1 scale.

They carried rifles, wore military caps, and were dressed simply, and the tearful thing was that they were all very young.

In the dead of night, Zhang Jing chatted with Ding Jiaqi and knew that this was another history that was unbearable to look back on and deliberately forgotten.

Along the weedy stone path in the middle of the statue, Zhang Jing went deep into the interior of the cemetery, which had been left unattended for a long time, as if returning to that chaotic and bloody era.

The old man kept quiet, and his heart was also mixed, this place would soon be bulldozed, he was really unwilling, very unwilling!

Zhang Jing's ears are easier to use, and he faintly heard a cry in front of him.

Walking forward, you will find three figures in the depths of the shadows of the many stele forests.

Two middle-aged men, one seems to be in his thirties from South Asia, and the other is in his forties.

There was also an old woman, who looked to be eighty or ninety years old, very old.

The woman was lying on a tombstone and weeping bitterly.

As a bystander, Zhang Jing could hear that her cry was very sad and cold, and there was a sense of immediacy that Meng Jiangnu was crying down the Great Wall.

The old man took three or four steps forward to talk to the stranger, "You are from Zone D

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"I'm from Zone D, and I work in the embassy," the middle-aged man in his forties replied, "to bring this grandmother to see her son one last time."

After a pause, the middle-aged man in his forties continued, "His son was a member of the expeditionary force and was only 15 years old when he died."

Zhang Jing's heart was instantly congested.

This is really the last look, the old woman is very old, and it is not easy to come once.

But God likes to bully poor people, and the woman is already very pitiful, and he has to step on her.

The cemetery is about to be bulldozed.

The old man angrily asked the embassy staff, "Do you have any way to keep this mausoleum?"

"My boss has done his best," the middle-aged man in his forties shook his head, "and put pressure on Ji Shan Aung Su from all sides, but she still decided to bulldoze the cemetery."

"Have you done your best?" The old man asked repeatedly.

"Yes," the middle-aged man nodded affirmatively, "we have publicly expressed serious protests and resolute opposition."

Everyone tried their best, but it didn't work.

The old man sighed heavily, took out his wallet, took out ten red bills from it, walked to the old woman, and gently put it in her pocket.

Returning to Zhang Jing's side, the old man pleaded with Zhang Jing in a tone, "You are the boss of AT, you have money and ability, can you keep this cemetery?"

Zhang Jing shook his head, "In Ji Shan Angsu's office, I have also done my best."

The seventy-year-old man still wanted to say something, but finally gave up, his expression was full of powerlessness and decadence.

He couldn't understand why so many people couldn't keep a cemetery?

Leaving the cemetery, Zhang Jing and Fu Qi, who was in his early seventies, went to the airport.

One flies to Nanyun, and the other flies to Xiangjiang.

While waiting for the plane, Zhang Jing felt his mobile phone vibrate.

Ding Jiaqi reposted a news that the bald Higgins, who had done his best for the Dilian family, was killed at home.

Di Lian. Galli was not resuscitated and died in an intensive care unit bed.

Closing the phone, Zhang Jing felt impermanent.

For the first time, the Dilian family sent a killer to infiltrate the Kanfen farm, assassinate him, and failed.

The second time he hires a team of killers to invade the Kanfen farm, he fails.

The third time was in Xiangjiang, guarding the airport on the way to the north shore of Yinkuang Bay, Zhang Jing was not in the car.

The fourth was in London, at the Garden Hotel, midnight assassination, failed.

If you come to kill me, I will kill you, live to the end, and become a big winner.

Therefore, Zhang Jing is not sad about the tragedy that happened to the Dilian family, he just became a king and lost a villain.

On the contrary, he felt sympathy for the old woman he had met inside the cemetery and cried unconscious several times.

But he couldn't change Ji Shan Angsu's decision.

Just like earlier in Xiaomao, when I met Anta, at the border, parents had to be separated from their children.

Like countless human tragedies that have been staged, Zhang Jing is also powerless this time.

Eliminate the way to kill Jishan Angsu, otherwise the military government would have killed her a long time ago.

The reason Ding Jiaqi said that she has a super high support rate, and if she is killed, there will be a second or third Jishan Angsu.

At that time, they will still bulldoze the cemetery and choose to completely turn to the west.

So this is a dead knot, and you can't do it happily.

However, Zhang Jing is not easy to mess with, although he can't stop it, he can make Ji Shan Angsu regret it.

"Thank you for your great support.

Later, I will work overtime at night to write, and the second alliance leader will appear, and if you don't work hard, you won't be able to pay off your debts."