Beast

There are three most profitable businesses in the world, arms, drugs, and oil.

Oil is not so easy to deal with recently, the resources of the great mother earth are limited, and all the countries that live on the mother earth need oil.Then there is only less mining, less competition, more competition-the more the country has to stick to its mouth.

When a resource has risen to a strategic position, ordinary citizens cannot get their hands on it.

Arms are also very difficult to deal with. Since the Third World War, there have been many small wars, but no major wars.It is difficult to sell arms without official channels, it is difficult to manufacture arms without steel factories, and it is difficult to luck with arms without means of escape.

Therefore, arms are like a white lotus flower, which can be seen from a distance but not played with.It’s okay to walk around the black market and get some guns, but to make a lot of money on a large scale-it’s not your turn to earn this money, the country has already earned seven or eighty-eight.

Drugs are the most intimate black market industry.

The profit is not lower than that of arms, and it is also a renewable resource.There are two major drug warehouses on the earth, cocaine in the western hemisphere and heroin in the eastern hemisphere.From the raw material market to the hands of customers, it is normal for the price to increase by more than 100 or [-] times.

It's like the little girl next door, you can see it, you can touch it, it depends on whether you want to chase it and when you want to chase it.

If you seize the opportunity, she will become the white rice and mosquito blood in your heart, and the wife of the scum will help you rule the world. In less than ten years, she will make you round your waist and become rich.

If she can't seize the opportunity, she will always be Bai Yueguang and cinnabar mole, watching others hold her in their arms, watching her be someone else's cash cow.

Of course, there are many who seized the opportunity but were unlucky.Probably before touching her waist and buttocks, she was beaten to death by her father or brother.

The little girl next door is not so easy to chase, especially when we both know that she will be a goddess someday.

But all roads lead to Rome, and there are countless people who can kill people. If you have the heart to make a fortune and great ambitions, how can you not go because the road is blocked?

So in addition to drugs, the status of human trafficking has naturally increased.

There are a total of seven provinces in the country, and each province has four to a dozen cities. Some provinces are close to the coastline, and some provinces are close to the national border—this means that dozens of cities can go abroad.

In some cities right on the border, even the customs don't even care about it, just carry a small backpack and go through without checking the ID card.

So god help me, how can I not sell something.

At the age of 17, Cuenca followed her sister to build a house near the border. At that time, there was a big project, which recruited all the young and strong people from their province, and the salary was barely sufficient for food and clothing.

His older sister was an engineer, and Cuenca couldn't read well since he was a child, so at least he had to do some work, so his older sister took him with him and rolled up his sleeves to work on the border.

Every day, Cuenca wears a hard hat and looks at a river and a bridge across the country from a distance. The people on it are from six o’clock in the morning until dawn and are prohibited from crossing the border all day long. The Jedi ran back and forth between the two places.

They carried large and small bags, some of which could clearly see the contents, and some were tightly bound with several layers of wrapping paper, so they had no idea what was inside.

Later, I heard from my co-worker and my sister that there was everything there, but most of them were white powder.Get a few boxes of books, hollow out the inside and stuff them in, or empty out the suitcase and make a hidden compartment on the bottom.Customs generally cannot find out how much stuff can be stuffed.

Cuenka was very surprised, but what was even more surprising was that the worker pointed at a string of dump trucks approaching not far away, "These are also, these are all."

"Isn't this transporting stone?" Naive as Kunka, who has not yet known the vastness of the world.

"Yes, what you can see are stone materials, and there is another layer under the car. You can see it when the goods are unloaded." The old worker said, bowing his head and continuing to face the loess with his back facing the sky.

So Cuenca worked very hard that day. After finishing the work at hand, he had to go to help the workers unload lime and wood.After they cleared the contents of the fender, the driver and several escorts drove away.

But they didn't drive very far, on the small road behind the construction site, where there were already several vans waiting, all with license plates from different cities.

Immediately afterwards, the driver opened the baffle, and divided the boxes of things that were bundled like textbooks into different buns.

Little Bread staggered happily into the city under the setting sun.

From that day on, little Cuenca had big dreams.

It turned out that he was only one step away from wealth. Why didn't he think that if he also had a small bread, he would run into a big truck one day, and then he would become a giant ship. Keep running, maybe you will become a Ferrari.

To get rich as early as possible is the same reason as to become famous early.He doesn't want to have money one day, but he has already started to maintain his health.

But he still thought too simply, when one day he found that these ships were not only loaded with textbooks, but also loaded with some huge containers, he heard a shallow cough from inside.

This time he let his imagination run wild, and hastily dropped his shovel to find a worker.

"What's in here? It's so big, all of those things?"

It was a sunny day, and the worker looked into the distance with an expression like a big sun face. After a long time, he gave the answer, "No, it should be a man and a snake taking the goods."

In broad daylight, the smugglers took the goods in an open manner.

Cuenca's young mind was greatly shocked. He stared blankly at the boat passing by, until his co-worker teased, "There are more and more beasts recently. It seems that our living standards have improved, and the rich have begun to Raise a fighting beast."

Yes, fighting beasts are imported products, and it only took one generation to develop local fighting beasts.

Cuenca has been working on the construction site for five years. During the five years, he has watched tall buildings rise from the ground, watched the bridges spanned by building bricks and tiles and mixing cement by himself, and watched the borders become more and more regular. Cleaner and cleaner, but his mind still haunts those big trucks and containers.

When he was 22 years old, he was finally ready.

That night he held his sister's hand solemnly and said—"Old sister, I'm going to travel far and wide."

The elder sister's eyes turned from the blueprint to Kunka's face, she frowned, and asked, "What are you doing, aren't you going for a sports car?"

Sure enough, it was her own sister, she guessed it before she said it, and objected like her own sister.

"No, it's too dangerous. I brought you out to bring you back intact. Parents know that we don't have to play anymore." Under the light, my sister didn't wear makeup, but Kunka felt that it wouldn't be long before he could give My sister buys the best cosmetics and clothes.

She no longer has to soak in the construction site with a group of sweaty men, nor does she need to have her face and wrists wiped clean by smoke and dust.

"I'm getting married at the end of next year. I'll settle down by then, so I won't be able to take care of you. Don't think about it. Next year, I'll arrange you to go to my brother-in-law's construction company. You'll spend a lot of time in the design department. good."

The sister rubbed Cuenka's head, and Cuenka grabbed her sister's wrist.He could see sympathy and regret in his sister's eyes. Their family probably had vigorous ambitions, so that his sister could empathize with the pain of cutting off the wings of her dream of wealth.

"I will come back on time next year, trust me." Cuenca said solemnly.

My sister shook her head, "I won't believe you."

If Kunka didn't say anything, his sister certainly wouldn't believe him, just as he wouldn't believe that her sister didn't want to continue wandering around at all.

Sister and brother are connected, some words can be understood without being clearly stated, and some things can be regarded as tacit consent without personally agreeing.

So on the morning when Chen Xi secretly left, Kunka had a lot of money in his pocket.Those broken banknotes were his sister's reluctance and reluctance, but Kunka knew that if it wasn't for this, he would regret it all his life.

He did start as a truck driver. He used his sister's money to get a driver's license. He ran during the day for half a year before changing to a night car.

Most of the workers are already old, and his wife and children who run nights have opinions, but he likes it, because it brings him closer to the industry he wants to contact.

Night commuting is lonely, and he was also afraid when he watched the street lights go backwards in a lonely night.Whether this road leads to light or darkness, he does not know.Maybe there is neither light nor darkness, but it keeps running in such a gray-black night sky, running to the end without end.

The border at night is said to be impossible to pass, but in fact it is more relaxed.As long as people who want to come in from outside pay enough money and don't encounter inspections, those on duty basically turn a blind eye.

So after running the night train for more than half a year, Cuenca finally waited for an opportunity.

The worker who was many years older than him and with oily face suddenly came to him one day and gave him a cigarette, and the two of them slipped to the back of the warehouse to smoke.

The worker said, is your sports car on the south line tonight?

Cuenca said yes.

The worker also said, my friend has something for you to bring, is it convenient?

Cuenca said that there are vacancies, but the things should not be too big or heavy.

Workers said that it was neither big nor heavy, about [-] catties, and could not occupy one person's land.

As he spoke, he touched his jacket pocket, then his trousers pocket, and then his butt pocket, took out twenty old banknotes, rolled them up, and patted them in his trousers pocket.

"Be careful, call me when you come back, I will go to the South Line two hours earlier than you, and I will wait for you at the tavern."

In this way, Kunka was taken on the road by the old driver.He was not talkative, not curious, he took the things and split them into several small packages, and emptied the car seat cushions and put them inside.

Twenty bills a time, that's half a month's wages for his junior.

They ran like this for another three months, and finally one day, a worker who got off work blocked the door and beckoned Cuenka to follow him.

Cuenca bought a pack of cigarettes and followed, and saw three people behind the warehouse.

The worker said, "Tonight, half of the compartment is vacated. I have a few baskets of goods that I want to send to the South Line. How about I come with you?"

This time the worker did not take out [-] cards, but directly gave him a wad of money.Cuenca stuffed the money into his inner pocket, and there were at least fifty to eighty bills that were heavy.

A few cages—Kunka nodded.

Needless to say, he already knew what he was going to give tonight.