Mrs. Sakai asked the two young men to bring bodyguards with them, which seemed to be a very correct and wise decision.

Yangon in spring is a great time to get.

There are still a few weeks to go before the official start of the wet rainy season.

The mountains to the northeast block the cold air from moving south, and the vast estuarine alluvial plains to the south allow warm currents from the Indian Ocean to flood the city's air unimpeded.

Aside from being a bit hot, with outdoor temperatures often climbing above 35°C, the weather is beautiful.

But think about it another way.

After the cold winter and spring, a large number of European tourists flock to the seaside cities of Marseille, Lisbon and Valletta every year to enjoy the sun and sunshine.

The sun shines on the earth with a fair and just attitude, regardless of whether it is developed or not.

Yangon provides the same daylight, the same sea breeze, and the per capita consumption is only 5% of that of the Sunshine Cities in Europe, which is still very cost-effective.

The blue sky is like a layer of translucent paint on a paintbrush, and the young lady next to her is tender as if she came out of an oil painting.

This was supposed to be a time when people should sincerely feel the beauty of youth.

The only not-so-good thing is that going on a public trip in a country with chaotic security conditions will always lead to trouble.

The group was waiting for Uncle Alley to go to the ticket office to queue up to buy tickets.

An unexpected incident happened - a police officer demanded that Katsuko Sakai be taken to security and searched.

"You're foreigners." The police officer held his small belly and pulled the gun belt on his body, which was very majestic.

Influenced by the armed forces of warlords.

Some of Yangon's military and police are armed with MKIII rifles, which are imitations of Israel's Galel automatic rifles, a uniform configuration of the Burmese army.

The heavy equipment, tanks, and fighters of the Burmese army are all Soviet-made configurations, but they received a lot of military aid from the West in the last century, and many of the lightweight equipment are Israeli models.

Uncle Alai was still a high-ranking military officer, and he was also trained in Tel Aviv, where he was stationed.

"This lady ...... Come with me! I need to check her special pass. ”

The officer's words remained relatively respectful, but his tone was firm and unmistakable.

He hadn't taken off the rifle behind him, and the cold glow of the folding bayonet on the muzzle behind his back was convincing enough.

Special Pass – In Yangon, this is not a new term.

Southeast Asia is the place of choice for many foreign tourists to travel cheaply and enjoy the customs and services, but to this day, Myanmar is still far from a complete ceasefire.

The chaotic situation and the government are inseparable warlords, and the drug lords in the Golden Triangle will never be extinguished...... Even if you look at the whole country, Yangon is a relatively peaceful tourist city.

There are also a number of restricted areas in the vicinity that nominally require a special permit order to allow foreigners to enter.

The question is –

"Officer, we're not going to the military control zone, we're just going to the botanical garden." The female bodyguard said the same thing for the fifth time.

Even in her own tone, she didn't have much confidence to be able to resolve misunderstandings through communication.

The bodyguard is very sure that his words can be understood by anyone with normal comprehension.

The patrol officers thought they were suspicious as if they couldn't understand them at all, and insisted on taking them to the station security for questioning.

And asked to check the memory card of the delicate Leica M11 camera hanging from Katsuko Sakai's white neck.

"Professional photographic equipment, special approval is required for entry." His expression was full of pride at catching their little tails.

It looks like he was looking for trouble on purpose.

The bodyguard's expression became more and more nervous.

Letting a little girl like Katsuko Sakai go to the security room to be searched is obviously not a smart choice.

If there really is something.

Stupidly waiting for the embassy staff to come to protest, the daylily was cold.

However, because she had to use public transportation, she did not carry any weapons, and dressed like a maid accompanying Katsuko Sakai.

Then again, even if it's yourself who is holding an automatic rifle.

Nor can legitimate security resort to armed confrontation between a sovereign state and the official organs of violence of the other side.

That's not a dedicated personal soldier king.

That's boring.

"Don't worry, I can handle it."

Gu Weijing stopped Ngawang from kicking his legs, gently pulled Miss Shengzi's hand, and signaled the other party not to be afraid.

As for Jasmine next to her, the little girl had a lollipop in her mouth, and her big black and shiny eyes turned curiously to look at the policeman's big belly.

In the little girl's superstitious worldview, there is nothing in the world that Gu Weijing's brother can't solve.

She wasn't scared at all.

"Mr. Gu, the explanation is useless, he deliberately couldn't understand the words......"

Uncle Alai went to the ticket office to buy a ticket and came back,

He walked back to them with the five first-class tickets he had just bought, and after a few seconds of listening to the words of both sides, he smiled contemptuously.

He lowered his head slightly, lowered his voice, and whispered in Gu Weijing's ear: "...... You seem to be too noble, and he wants to ask for a sum of money as a bribe. ”

Yangon is a place where there is a huge gap between the rich and the poor, and there is a strong sense of social division.

Gu Weijing's family conditions are inconspicuous and transparent in Dulwich College, and in the whole society, they are also very rich.

Not to mention Katsuko Sakai.

Wherever such a girl goes, the eyes of the crowd are attracted.

The train station patrol is not stupid enough to rush up at the sight of a rich man to extort money.

It is estimated that it was the exchange of several Japanese words between Katsuko Sakai and the bodyguard, as well as the Japanese version of the "Encyclopedia of Burmese Monuments" that Miss Katsuko was holding under her armpit.

Let the patrol police treat them as fat sheep who are unfamiliar with the place, and are ready to knock them hard.

"Very greedy."

Gu Weijing estimated how much money this guy wanted.

The female bodyguard tried to sneak a $50 bill, but was righteously refused, and the other party even took out a handcuff and accused the bodyguard of wanting to bribe a public official.

However.

Gu Weijing clearly saw this "impartial law enforcement" police officer, and glanced at the camera in front of Sakai Katsuko's chest.

The lively little expression clearly said, "Whoever can afford to use 20,000 US dollars of Laika will take this money out and bully Lao Tzu who doesn't know how to do it, who do you look down on?" ”

The extortion in Myanmar is not news.

At the beginning of this year, a foreign jeweler was extorted more than 100,000 US dollars.

The Yangon traffic police extort drivers, usually two hundred kyats are satisfied.

Blackmailing wealthy tourists is high risk and high reward.

The police must be careful about messing with people who shouldn't be messed with, so they often shoot once, and when they meet the kind of rich and easy to bully, they have to make enough money.

Gu Weijing estimated that the handcuffs were all taken out, and it would be difficult to end without a dozen Franklins.

"Mr. Gu, give money, you bring a pearl-like female companion, don't suffer a loss in front of you." Uncle Alai reminded in a whisper.

In Southeast Asia, the underworld and the police represent incompatible justice and evil in the hearts of some people.

For some people, except for the underworld who gets tattoos and the patrol officers wear uniforms, they are all the same.

The difference is that the underworld can be solved by force, and the police cannot be solved by force. Gu Weijing should be very rich, but this kind of petty bureaucrat who holds power is not afraid that you have money, if you don't have enough local connections and power, people will want to squeeze out more money.

Uncle Alai is not afraid to make a move.

Even if he has a limp foot and beats a corrupt policeman with this kind of figure, it is estimated that he will be tired to run a thousand meters, he can beat ten.

However, a good assistant needs to know how to exercise restraint and give the most sensible advice to employers.

Even if you're Ethan Hunter or James Bond, it's not smart to do it.

It's always you who suffer.

Uncle Alai was a little worried that Gu Weijing was young and vigorous, and he would save face in front of his girlfriend.

The other party has a gun, and now there is no shame in honestly giving money, and there will be something to talk about later.

Plainly.

In fact, even if the other party takes Katsuko Sakai away for search, there is a 99% chance that it will not be a big deal.

At most, he was locked up in a small black room for a few hours, and some of the details of the customs regulations were deducted, accusing Katsuko Sakai of bringing expensive professional cameras into the country, and whether he had reported it in advance.

Aunt Sakai's energy should be able to directly contact the senior officials of the embassy.

Wait for the envoy to send someone to communicate, and wait until the evening, and then let it go.

It's just ruining a travel holiday.

It's a police officer.

It's the old capital, Yangon.

Sexual assault and extortion are not a concept, nor are they a crime.

It's not the Golden Triangle.

In the area controlled by the warlords of the Golden Triangle, there are local armed part-time robbers who want ransom, and there is not so much here.

Even ordinary tourists don't have the courage to do so, after all, tourism is also an important financial pillar in Yangon.

But the point is, are you willing to gamble? Is it worth the bet?

What people are determined is that your jade is unwilling to touch porcelain.

"If you can't get angry, when Miss Sakai returns to the hotel, you can ask the elders to call the Yangon Tourism Bureau to complain. Someone will definitely give you an explanation. ”

Uncle Alai motioned for Gu Wei to be impulsive.

Gu Weijing is also ready to pay for it.

Uncle Alai is right, heroes don't suffer immediate losses.

In this case, you don't have to call the tourism bureau when you go back, and ask Uncle Sakai to tweet @ Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and after the attention goes up, it is not good that there will be a diplomat who will come to apologize in person.

It's just infuriating.

And the local police have a nest of snakes and rats.

The Myanmar military and police system is very independent, at most it is just to prepare a punishment or find someone to come out to top the tank, and if someone dares to knock you, they don't care about the risk.

Again, that's the same sentence.

This kind of thing is not a big deal in the first place.

It's just a happy hang out with the girl.,It's always disgusting to encounter this kind of thing.。

In particular, Gu Weijing only had a few thousand kyats and a hundred dollars in his wallet, and he might have to borrow some money from Katsuko Sakai to pay bribes.

"Or can I make a call?"

Gu Weijing was not panicked at all.

It's not like he can't help it.

At worst, it's just a phone call, not to Schönbrunn Palace, even though they look hanging.

Snakes have snake holes, and rats have rat paths.

It has only a small office in Yangon, and it may not be as efficient at solving problems as the embassy.

Dulwich is the best private school here.

In addition to students like Gu Weijing who want to pursue a career in art, there are also many students here who want their children to cultivate connections and pave the way for future development.

The easiest, give Kou Kou a call, she will most likely be able to help.

The question is.

I was troubled by my girlfriend's weekend lover trip, and I went to this little woman for help, and I felt a little indescribable sense of disobedience.

When Gu Weijing hesitated slightly, the billboard above his head happened to come into view.

Yangon railway station is full of various slogans and signboards.

There is a law in Myanmar that does not allow billboards to be devoid of the Burmese language, and that the Burmese language must occupy more than 60% of the area.

Similar to their calligraphy and painting shop, it is Chinese, English and Burmese.

The exception is English, which is the official language of the region to this day, and the educational environment of the upper class and universities is also purely English.

So it's an interesting fact that the more you get to the train station, the more tourists and locals come together.

Often, just by looking at the language on the advertisement, you can distinguish the people they are addressing.

English signboards are filled with slogans of Bulgari, Rolex, Chanel fashion models, luxury hotels, luxury car rentals and licensed casinos for foreign tourists.

Burmese signboards are cheap goods, soda in tens of kyats, and the slogans of the cheapest clothing market from Dongxia in large quantities.

There is also a little brother who is just the same age as Gu Weijing in a herringbone tray, shouting in Burmese for a cheap balloon for 10 kyats a piece.

10 kyats.

At the most generous official standard exchange rate, it is about $0.005.

He had to work so hard to sell a million balloons in temperatures above 30 degrees Celsius to pay for a buffet at the Aman Hotel.

The brightly colored advertising signs are just a few feet away and can be touched by reaching out.

But everyone who came and went in the train station, including the balloon boy himself, knew very well that that kind of life was destined to have nothing to do with him.

The scene of the drunken dreams of the rich and the poor people's firewood, rice, oil and salt are placed together without any embellishment, and the scene itself is a painting of magical realism.

The Mirror once had a critic's sharp commentary, and the billboards showed that the city was socially divided.

"Huh?"

Sakai Katsuko saw that Gu Weijing's expression was a little dazed, and he made a nasal voice lightly, which was regarded as an inquiry.

"Wait a minute."

Gu Weijing stared at the billboard above his head.

He was stunned not because of the sigh of concern for the country and the people in front of him, but because he found that there was an extraordinarily large giant advertising slogan between the bright billboards.

【From now on, let's make a difference in the city under our feet!】 】

【There is no better time to make positive change than NOW!】

It was an advertisement announcing his entry into politics for next year's Yangon City Council.

This kind of slogan is not uncommon in Yangon.

Being able to occupy the best propaganda position at the central railway station shows that this candidate has considerable economic strength.

Whether the legislators have economic strength or not has nothing to do with Gu Weijing.

It's just that he saw a familiar face on the billboard, the parliamentarian in a suit and leather shoes.

Gu Weijing moved his gaze downward, and sure enough, in the lower right corner of the slogan, he found Chen Shenglin, chairman of the Yangon Charity Chamber of Commerce, industrialist, and patriot. Support Tan Seng Lim, every vote you have is in support of a brighter tomorrow in Yangon. This line of text.

He suddenly remembered.

I also have the business card of the big collector who said he wanted to buy his work at the Singapore Art Exhibition in his wallet.

The philanthropist, who is worth hundreds of millions of dollars, is also very energetic.

Before Gu Weijing was ready to give the money, he dialed the phone with the intention of giving it a try.

It's not a big deal.

Gu Weijing was not embarrassed to call the number on the business card.

In the orphanage that day, Chen Shenglin's secretary also took the initiative to exchange numbers with Gu Weijing, and this is what he is calling now.

"Mr. Gu Weijing, right? Hello. Have you received the message that Mr. Chen sent you before? ”

The phone rang three times and was answered.

Without waiting for Gu Weijing to introduce himself, the other party took the initiative to call out his name.

"Uh, got it."

The other party was so polite, Gu Weijing was a little embarrassed here.

He struggled for a few seconds to speak.

"Is there any trouble, Mr. Chen is meeting with supply chain investors from Japan, but if you are in a hurry, I can leave a message for you."

"It's not a big deal......

Gu Weijing used the shortest words to quickly describe the problems he faced.

"Well, I see."

The secretary muttered softly for a moment: "In this way, no matter what he asks, you cooperate with him, don't be impulsive, but don't let Miss Sakai out of your sight, wait a few minutes, I'll deal with it." ”

The female bodyguard was already handcuffed at this time.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw that Gu Weijing was making a phone call, but the worry and tension in her expression were not relieved much.

In the bodyguard's perception, Miss Sakai's boyfriend is just an ordinary local person.

You may be able to know a few neighborhood police officers, but there is a high probability that you won't be able to solve any major problems.

Gu Weijing just made a phone call with the mentality of having dates and not hitting two poles, and as a result, the matter was resolved faster than he imagined.

And it's faster than you can imagine.

The few minutes that the secretary said were actually only about two hundred seconds later.

He began to fumble for cash in his wallet under the smug eyes of the military police.

As a result, the stationmaster of Yangon Railway Station and the superintendent of the security department walked into the waiting hall with a group of people, large and small.

Calculating the time it takes to make phone calls and find people, it's incredibly fast.

It worked.

Gu Weijing's heart was relieved.

The rest of the matter is naturally to apologize, Lisheng reprimanded his subordinates, and said with a smile that it was a misunderstanding...... It's always been like this, it's nothing more than that.

The female bodyguard looked surprised.

Uncle Alai looked at all this with a sneer.

Gu Weijing suddenly felt bored.

The appearance of the military police apologizing was boring, and the stationmaster's kind smile made him look like Mr. Chen was also boring.

The misunderstanding is fake.

Everywhere reveals the sincerity of small rights colliding with big rights, and the fear is true.

Money talks.

The real top tycoons can have no less influence in this city and the terrifying degree of hostility they can have than Brother Hao.

Right and wrong don't matter, their attitude is what they ultimately want, and that's where the horror of power lies.

Among them, only Miss Sakai accepted the apology of the military police very seriously.

She had heard about the Burmese riots.

However, given her life circle and the surroundings of the Aman Hotel, the security conditions are not bad.

Today is a day for Katsuko Sakai to see another side of the place.

Katsuko, who has always been gentle, had a rare straight face, and without a smile on her face, she listened to the patrol officer apologize to her, so she nodded and turned her face and walked away.

The trouble has just been dealt with.

Gu Weijing's mobile phone rang again.

"Merry and talented people are always amorous, and they care for children. To be honest, you can soak in Sakai Issei's beautiful girl, which is even more enviable than you and Mr. Cao Xuan have painted together. ”

The collector's voice came into his ears: "Win glory for the country, congratulations." ”

In the short contact, Gu Weijing had the impression that Chen Shenglin was a majestic, erudite and serious person.

He didn't expect such an interesting side in private.

"Mr. Chen, thank you—"

"Call me Uncle Chen, I like interesting juniors, and you're the funniest person I've ever met at this age." Chen Shenglin had a very good bearing, and said with a smile: "I just finished talking with the Japanese supplier, and I want to arrange for them to go to the reception party and call some young girls to accompany me." The smell of rotten money and sex was in the air. I want to talk to young people and clear my mind. ”

Some uncles tell pornographic jokes at the wine table, which are vulgar and greasy, making people breathless.

But Chen Shenglin said it so bluntly, he didn't feel disgusted by it.

"This kind of thing is always disgusting, and it makes me feel like a pimp who still feels like a pimp after all these years of struggle. The pimp who smoked a few hundred kyats from the young girl's open legs, and I smoked two more Toyota production lines, was essentially the same. ”

The wind came from the receiver of the phone.

It sounded like Boss Chen was in the car on the way to the cocktail party: "When I broadcast your phone, I was thinking in my heart that a young and beautiful girl like them didn't spit on their faces during kissing, just because I spent money." A young man like you can associate with a beautiful woman like Miss Sakai because of your charm and excellence. ”

"As long as you have luck, an opportunity, or a good father, anyone can be as rich as me. It is very difficult for a person who is truly charismatic. At this point, you're better than me. ”

"Mr. Chen, you are too humorous."

Gu Weijing was also amused by the collector.

"Uncle Chen." The middle-aged man in the microphone corrected.

"Uncle Chen, thank you."

Gu Weijing knew that he could find a million young people in this city who wanted to call this industrialist uncle.

People can only talk to him like this because they can afford to look up to themselves.

He is not a shameless person, obediently changing his words.

"No, you make me feel in my heart that we locals are better than those ghosts who come to invest in foreign countries, so I want to thank you. Prepare your drawing, I'm very optimistic about you, but I'm still expecting it to shock me. Remember our agreement. ”

Chen Shenglin chuckled: "By the way, apologize to Miss Sakai for me, Yangon is a very beautiful and gentle city, Maugham, Orwell Kipling and André Malraux were all moved by the beautiful natural scenery here, I'm sorry, let her see another side of our city, I hope it didn't scare her." ”

(End of chapter)