The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

Under the night, in the office illuminated by incandescent lights, I handed the cigarette box to the West Asian man. When he took the cigarette box, he opened it and threw it back.

I held a cigarette in my mouth, sat on my hair and said to him, "Fugen'er."

The West Asian curled his lips: "I don't have the habit of smoking other people's last cigarette."

I nodded and took out the cigar box under the coffee table in the office: "How about you come here? Someone else gave it to me. I'm not very proud of it anyway."

The West Asians were not polite. They cut it with cigar scissors and lit it with a lighter. Then they opened their mouths and took a few quick puffs.

"Don't you like this? Authentic Cuban products." He tasted and said
I smiled and shook my head: "I don't understand."

I used my own limited knowledge to let this matter slide.

"Hey, the 'Jade Trading Center' we invested in Menneng has been completed. Do you have any ideas?"

The West Asian man waved his hand, and the cigar shook in his hand. The smoke was dispersed in twists and turns: "Let's get down to business."

He didn't even let me say a word: "What's going on with that woman?"

I held the cigarette in my mouth and looked at the window in the distance. I could see in the glass reflection the way the cigarette kept shaking on my lips as I spoke: "Doubt me?"

"If I try to do something to you, I will never tell you now. I will wait until the woman gives birth to the child before I tell you the news. Then I won't believe you can strangle a living child to death."

"Now?"

"It hasn't taken shape yet. It can be solved by curettage. The reason I'm telling you is just because it's your original stock and I'm just asking for your opinion."

I said this to the West Asians with great disdain, took the cigarette away from my mouth with my fingers, and then blew the smoke towards the cigarette butt, making the cigarette butt red and shiny, as if nothing had happened. Like, letting the soot above float away.

"I did not mean that."

Seeing my state, the West Asian explained something, but when I finished speaking, I quickly stopped him and said, "Okay~ I didn't take it seriously. In your line of work, how can you not be wary of others? Anyway, I have already told you about the matter, and I have seen your attitude. I will arrange for someone to take the woman to the hospital tomorrow, and I will ensure that you will not hear any relevant news in the future..."

"no……"

After hearing these two words again, I raised my eyelids and glanced at the West Asian: "Then the woman won't stay either?"

"Are you cruel enough?"

"Then why don't you arrange for someone to arrest him and deal with him in front of you, so as not to make you suspicious..."

The West Asian interrupted me and said, "Old Xu!"

"Are you still letting me talk?"

I made a zipper gesture on my mouth, then stretched out my hands in a 'please' gesture, and said no more words.

Next, I saw the West Asian man breathing rapidly several times and asked: "How do I know the child is mine?"

I couldn't hold it in any longer: "Brother, didn't you ask me to give you a warranty when you bought a 'back-door car'?"

"What are you thinking about?"

"You don't know what that girl does? They also calculated based on the date that she might be yours, and that's when they found me. I felt that you needed to know about it, so I notified you. Until now, I have not I feel that this child should not be kept, but you still ask me whether I can keep my appearance..."

"For me, let alone the mileage, I think the engine may not be original."

Having said that, I took another puff of the cigarette, and then deliberately exhaled the smoke as if nothing had happened. Halfway through the exhalation, I suddenly raised my head and looked at the West Asian, and pretended to curse unconsciously: "Fuck!"

Then he very carefully put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray and asked, "What do you mean?"

At this time, the West Asian man leaned on the sofa and looked out the window without looking at me: "I want this child."

"are you crazy!"

I stood up straight away!
He took my hand and pulled me to sit down: "Lao Xu, you also know that those in our field are actually just like you, there is no tomorrow..."

"It looks very nice on the surface, but in fact, we can't figure out the other party's thoughts at all."

He said to me very seriously: "Who can guarantee that when I negotiate with my next client, he will not plan to kill me because of my Eastern-leaning remarks?"

"Who can guarantee that someone will try to pry some secrets out of my mouth and detain me somewhere to torture me?"

He patted my arm and said to himself: "Even I don't know when these things will happen, but I haven't left any trace of my presence in this world..."

He held the cigarette finger in front of me for a long time and finally said, "Tsk!"

I opened my mouth slightly and looked at him not knowing what to say. The West Asian laughed: "Can't you understand?"

I responded dully: "I really can't understand."

"Then is there any way for you to know whether the child in that woman's belly is mine?"

"This is simple and can be done with medical means." I said dissuadingly, "But you have to think carefully. What are you going to do if it really is yours?"

The West Asian glanced at me: "Can you..."

"Yes." I immediately replied, "I just don't understand why it's not sent to China?"

The West Asian smiled, and it was weird.

I deliberately said "Oh": "Under the big system, there are still many unspeakable secrets that little people like us can't understand."

The West Asian quickly argued: "Don't talk nonsense."

"Row."

"Then...when will you do the DNA test and call me?"

I nodded.

The West Asian picked up the white cigarette case again: "Do you still have it in your hand?"

"There are several boxes."

"I'll have someone deliver two boxes to you tomorrow."

"Let's go."

The West Asian man didn't say anything more, got up and left.

I shouted at his back: "Hey! What should we do about the Mengneng Jade Trading Center?"

"You decide, just don't forget me when you divide the money."

he's gone.

Why do I feel that something is wrong?
I thought about the whole thing from beginning to end and couldn't find any flaws, but it was so unreasonable. Even the only unreasonable thing was explained by the West Asians themselves, that is, he wanted to keep this The reason for the child...

"Secretary Bai!"

I shouted out the door.

Secretary Bai pushed open the door and poked his head in: "Sir, did you call me?"

"Immediately find out who is driving for the West Asians tonight. Also, whoever it is, tell him to report to my office immediately after his work is over."

"Yes."

After one hour.

A driver appeared in my office, and the first thing he said when he entered the room was: "Master Xu, when the West Asians were in Bangkang, I was always his driver. I was the one who sent him half a cloth when he came to the city hall just now." Carrying out errands sent by the Secretary-General..."

I immediately interrupted him with a wave of my hand and asked him only one sentence: "From the moment he got in the car, the first words he said, his expressions and movements, learn from me right away."

The driver thought for a long time, used the sofa as a back seat, walked over and sat on it, then stretched out his clothes as a suit and said: "Oh...I don't mean it sincerely, can you believe it..."

I know why I am not at ease.

Such a money-loving West Asian has no idea at all after hearing about the completion of the 'Jade Trading Center'. This shows that his mind is always on other things, and we have just taken care of the 'child' matter, haven't we? ? In other words, what I understand as "get it done" is not what West Asians think of "get it done".

To put it simply, in the eyes of West Asians, the truth or falsehood of this matter is not important. He acted out the "care" look with a completely indifferent mentality. People know that as long as this child is around, it is the rope that holds him back, unless he doesn't take it seriously at all.

Therefore, he will not take it seriously at all, hide it in his heart, and fully express the 'care' you need.

It's like a department leader watching his subordinates pull out a makeshift PPT, and still listening to their subordinates say: "Boss, I stayed up until three in the morning last night to make this." without exposing it.

His purpose is just to know what else you can sing next!

But I no longer intend to play any more drama. Although the plot collapsed this time, as the father of a child, I know very well that this matter can be a conspiracy or a conspiracy. As long as the child is born Come out, as long as the child's father sees the child, the answer to who loses and who wins will be truly revealed. (End of chapter)