Record of northern Myanmar

Ahu was eating barbecue, glanced at me, and turned to look outside.

At this moment, a man suddenly ran out from the side alley.

He ran very fast, fell down, got up again, and continued running.

Someone shouted something in Burmese, and I saw people around the tavern, whether they were the ones holding guns or the bosses of the shops, especially the boss opposite who was selling phone cards and seemed to be Chinese.

Everyone surrounded the running man.

People running around were blocked and began to wave their fists around.

My eyes were drawn to him.

This man looked Chinese at first glance. He was less than thirty years old, not tall, but very strong. When resisting, his punches and kicks were very explosive.

"Practice!" Ah Hu suddenly said and looked outside, "Either a police undercover agent or a veteran!"

My heart skipped a beat, very unexpected.

"Did he run away from us?" I asked.

Because our campus is very large, we have to run a long way out of the wall of our own building, reach the outermost wall, and then climb out to get here.

Ahu smiled and took a sip of beer.

"No!" He denied, "Our area is already large-scale. On this street, have you seen those small buildings next to it?"

Of course I saw it, and I can still see it now. They are all not high, probably only three or four stories high.

"There are many independent pig farmers there! Several people control several people, and sometimes one of them will escape if you are not careful!" He raised his chin outside, "That's it!"

I was a little nervous, nervous for that person.

If it was really the police, would I...

I shook my head to dispel the thought.

If it was really a policeman, why was he here?

The undercover agent was discovered?

Or was he accidentally deceived?

Can he escape?

There were many people around to watch the excitement, and only about ten people were intercepted.

Suddenly, from where this person just ran out, two more people ran out, wearing ordinary people's clothes, holding sticks and kitchen knives in their hands.

kitchen knife……

One of them shouted something in Burmese, and several more people surrounded him.

"What did he say?" I asked Ahu.

Ahu smiled, "That person said, whoever catches this person will get one hundred thousand yuan!"

"what?"

"What's your expression?" Ahu couldn't stop laughing, put down his beer, coughed twice, and suddenly raised his eyes to look at me, "If it were you, why would you want one million!"

He looked at me with my mouth open and a look of disbelief on my face, and asked, "What? Too little?"

I looked at him and suddenly smiled, "Damn! I'm pretty damn valuable!"

Ahu chuckled and took a sip of beer.

Because the man outside was outnumbered, he was hit on the back with a stick and fell to the ground.

A group of people surrounded him, and when they saw this man again, he had been beaten until he was lying on the ground motionless.

The man who said he would give 100,000 yuan to whoever caught the person was not ambiguous. He counted the heads on the spot and immediately went to an ATM nearby and lined up to hand out money to people.

When people and goods are cleared, this is northern Myanmar!

After transferring the money, the two men each grabbed an arm and dragged the escaping person away.

The excitement outside has died down, and everyone is doing whatever they are supposed to be doing.

The boss selling phone cards across the street also went back and continued to sit at the counter and watch TV.

"Will this person be beaten to death?" I asked, knowing the answer but still wanting to ask.

Those who raise pigs alone are just like Brother Song, Ahu and others, they are all scammers.

It's just that Brother Song and the others have become a climate, with an organization, a clear division of labor, and strict management.

Those who work alone, that is, a few people can do it in residential areas by controlling some people.

Regardless of whether they are organized or working alone, they are all called pig farmers.

And people who are tricked into committing fraud are called piggies.

I still remember that when Amei introduced me to others when we were taken to the casino, she said I was a butcher.

I didn’t quite understand what it meant at the time.

I understand it now.

To put it bluntly, we just find the fat sheep, raise them to maturity, and finally use a sharp knife to cheat the money, which is to kill the pig!

The whole process is called pig killing plate!

Sometimes, I really admire Brother Song and the others for being able to think of such a way to make money.

They have professional psychology students who help them design deceptive tactics every month.

They will also find someone to help them train the piglets under high pressure.

When the piglets are mature, they can be tricked into getting new piglets.

Those who can defraud money will continue to defraud money.

Those who couldn't get money from deception would blackmail their families, use the money to ransom the person, and then kill the person directly after receiving the money.

Or if you are young and in good health, sell them to other bosses.

The man swindled money and people, and sold his organs for money.

Women are even worse.

As long as they set foot on the land of northern Myanmar, they are destined to be unable to live well.

As soon as they come in, they will encounter inhuman treatment. Those who are disobedient and good-looking will be raped and sent to casinos or nightclubs.

After being trained by a mamasang like Amei, she would either go dancing, accompany her to a drinking party, or engage in prostitution.

No one can survive intact.

Those who are obedient and those who break the rules may be able to survive.

Those who are disobedient, like the three women I saw, were coerced and controlled with drugs and rape videos, and then forced to do what they wanted.

In short, this is not heaven, it is hell!

Living people will eventually be tortured into ghosts.

I was silent for a long time, and Ahu kept looking at me, and the smile on his face gradually disappeared.

He drank the last sip of wine and put it on the table with a "thud" sound.

I came to my senses and looked at him.

He stood up, threw a few bills on the table, "Let's go!"

I quickly got up and walked out with him.

After leaving the tavern, I glanced sideways.

There is a passage to the back, and there is a supermarket next to it.

Ahu lit a cigarette and said, "Do you want to buy anything? Go ahead, I'll wait for you!"

I hesitated.

It’s been a long time since I’ve been to a place like this, and I really wanted to go in and have a look.

When I was in Shenzhen, my favorite thing was to go to the supermarket to buy some snacks such as potato chips and crispy rice balls.

After arriving here, I can only say that I will not starve to death.

Being rewarded with a big meal every month is enough to satisfy my cravings.

Now Ahu actually asked me to go to the supermarket to buy something.

I don't know if he did this as a reward or what.

But he spoke, and I didn't want to pass up the opportunity.

I nodded and walked in.

The supermarket is not big, and a woman in her twenties is sitting inside.

Judging from her dress, she looks like a local, but her appearance really makes it hard to tell whether she is from China or here.

I walked back and forth among the shelves, picking out the snacks I liked.

The woman looked at me secretly, then tilted her head and glanced outside.

I went to check out with a bunch of snacks in my arms.

She pressed the calculator and counted them one by one.

Suddenly, she asked in a low voice: "Are you a piggy too?"

I looked at her in surprise, "Are you Chinese?"

She said "hmm" and said, "Do you have a home phone number? I can call one for you."

The long-lost heartbeat started, and I almost heard the sound of "Plop! Plop!"

My palms also started to sweat.

This opportunity was something I really wanted to have.

As long as I ask this person to call my home, my home will call the police and send someone to rescue me!

She turned the calculator over and said, "Just type the number on it."

I raised my hand, paused, and turned to look at Ahu outside.