(Thank you for your suggestions, I'm working hard to write.) ）

(The plot begins today and enters the climax chapter.) ）

“Fuck……”

A white GAC van weaves through the traffic on the streets of Yangon.

The Bombay boy poked his head out of the window.

He looked at the drag racers on a green Suzuki motorcycle that rushed less than fifteen centimeters from the rearview mirror on his side, and spat out a barrage of profanity mixed with English, Burmese and Hindi.

Unlike the 16-year-old in the United States, the age for taking a driver's license in Myanmar is 18 years old, but the traffic police on the road basically don't care.

There is a high number of motorcycles here, and the streets are filled with all kinds of young people who help their families carry goods, or simply run to commute and wear flip-flops and ride motorcycles.

Yangon is one of the most secure international cities in Myanmar, with many foreign tourists from Tunxia, RB, Singapore, Europe and the United States.

If you go a few hundred kilometers to the north, it will not be easy to find a motor vehicle with a legal license plate in the mixed provinces near the Golden Triangle.

Gu Weijing is accustomed to the traffic environment here.

Oblivious to the chaotic streets in front of him, he pulled out a small note from his body in the rickety carriage and checked the contents of the trunk in the back of the van.

Before she could figure out why, Miss Mona suddenly became cold to herself.

The other party handed his small box to the guy in the store and politely let him leave.

Fortunately, this kind of gold with a clean origin is not to be marketed.

In the shop, the Bombay boy was busy reading novels, so he casually weighed the gold coins on the scales, made a few phone calls to Master Shantanu, and gave him a bundle of banknotes of about 5 million kyats at noon.

It is estimated that the story of the counterattack of the migrant workers in the novel "White Tiger" activated the entrepreneurial spirit of this Mumbai guy.

The guys at the gold shop need to work shifts in the afternoon.

After receiving 200,000 kyats from Gu Weijing as an errand fee, he offered to help purchase the things Gu Weijing needed.

"Don't worry, everything is in the car."

The little brother in Mumbai honked the horn fiercely at a taxi that came over to borrow the road, and turned his head to Gu Weijing with yellow teeth and smiled, snapping his fingers.

"No problem guaranteed."

Children's crayons, cheap sketchbooks, stationery, building blocks, comic strips, black and white game consoles to play Tetris and pixel tank battles......

Millions of kyats are very good when buying cheap goods,

Myanmar's GDP per capita is low, and the currency is worthless, but on the other hand, consumption here is also low.

As long as you don't mind the hygienic conditions that look a little suspicious.

Street fly stalls serve a large bowl of fish soup with coriander, rice noodles and fried fritters soaked in it for breakfast, which locals call mohinga.

A bowl costs only 600 kyats, which is about eight cents a piece.

A pack of Xi'e brand cigarettes produced by the Kokang Cigarette Factory is worth 800 kyats, and a large plastic bag of tropical fruits is taken from the hands of the children who help them sell fruit and freshly squeezed juice, and they only need to put two 1,000 kyats in the other person's small hand.

The small toys that Gu Weijing asked for were enough to install a van.

"Where are we going? The van was borrowed and had to be returned at night, so you can't go too far. ”

Miss Mona's family has a Volvo XC60 city SUV, and the other party usually takes that car to school, but the Mumbai brother naturally can't use the owner's car for private work.

"It's in Yangon, in the district of Laiada."

Gu Weijing took out a note from his body, with an address written on it.

This is the note he asked the little brother of the VIP special service team standing guard.

According to the rules, it is impossible for the other party to tell himself his identity, but a large number of special forces in Myanmar are from drug backgrounds, and the other party must be no stranger to groups such as drug orphans.

drug orphans,

Around the Golden Triangle, in the Middle East Silver Crescent, in Latin America...... It is a very common group of people in all places where drugs are rampant.

The term refers to orphans whose parents died of illicit drugs or drug wars.

When parents die or disappear, children who have no one to take care of them become orphans, and such orphans often freeze to death, starve to death, die of accidents or are trafficked.

Myanmar is a place with a warm climate.

Contrary to what many people think, hypothermia deaths don't necessarily have to happen during the snowy season.

Around 10 degrees Celsius is already a high incidence of hypothermia.

Because of the high humidity, the temperature of more than ten degrees under extreme conditions can completely freeze to death.

In Yangon, it is common to find baby orphans in the news who have died of frostbite due to low temperatures after rain or after a sudden drop in the climate, on bridge piers and the like.

Tragedies such as the little match girl in Hans Christian Andersen's fairy tale in the 19th century are still repeated again and again in modern times.

Gu Weijing hopes to do what he can to help these children.

However, after being cheated by the water fund last time, I knew that the water in the welfare home may be very deep, so I wanted to hear the advice of these professionals.

After listening to Gu Weijing's request, the special service brother was a little moved by his kindness at such a young age.

After thinking about it, I wrote him a note.

Gu Weijing took out a note from his pocket, which read: "Good luck orphanage." ”

……

Lai Daya District,

This is the slum of Yangon, and it is also an industrially dense area of Myanmar.

In the past, Yangon's main industries were tourism around the Shwedagon Pagoda, Lake Rhine, and the city's old British buildings.

However, with the improvement of the political environment in recent years, there are many foreign-funded factories in the upper reaches of the Yangon River, and a large number of migrant workers have also poured into Yangon.

In the Lai Daya district, there are a series of bungalows and simple houses made of scaffolding and iron sheets.

Most of the people living in these slums are young factory workers and their families.

They found jobs but couldn't find housing, so the humble shantytowns along the road spread like moss after the rain.

The rise of the shantytowns in Laidaya was not long ago, only five years before and after, which is not too long.

Probably less than half a million inhabitants live here, and the population density is far less than that of the mega slums of Tianzhu or Malaysia, which can easily accommodate millions of people.

The van followed the navigation map, turned around the road in the shantytown, and finally found its destination after walking for more than ten minutes in just a few streets.

The Good Luck Orphanage was formerly a colonial church welfare home.

The missionaries left with the British a hundred years ago, and the orphanage has largely been preserved, and the property rights have changed hands several times, and it is still in business today.

"Hello, sir, it's Mr. Gu, right? You are welcome to come along. ”

Gu Weijing had called the orphanage before he came, and the person in charge of the orphanage was already waiting outside the door at this time.

It was a Burmese woman in her forties, dressed in a somewhat old-fashioned green coat with a traditional ethnic headdress on her forehead.

Gu Weijing got off the station at the gate of the orphanage.

He didn't speak.

It is said that a city has a bright side and a shadow under the darkness.

Along the Yangon River, where Gu Weijing lives, is the most glorious aspect of this ancient Oriental city.

The bright lake is as bright as a mirror, the tourist capital with charming scenery, and the glittering Shwedagon Pagoda is printed on the tourist business card, which is sent to all directions by tourists from all over the world.

Beyond the streets of the same city are the reverse of the coin, and the shadows under the light are chaotic, narrow alleys that look like self-reproducing iron sheds.

Gu Weijing has lived in Yangon for more than ten years, but he has never set foot on this land, not once.

And the slums are always the dark side of the city,

Tens of millions of people are crammed into small houses, and there is an indissoluble oppressive atmosphere in the air, and all kinds of illegal crimes, theft, robbery and prostitution are commonplace here.

The location of this orphanage is considered dilapidated even in the district of Leyada.

In front of me were desolate buildings, and it was getting late, and the last of the light was shining on this dim land from the west.

There were no lights, no running water, only the faint cry of a baby and an old woman holding a candle in the distance.

Gu Weijing didn't notice,

The pointer on his mood table trembled violently.