The years when I was deceived into northern Myanmar

"Boss, here's another portion of cocoons and roasted kidneys. Don't roast them too much..."

"Why, are you so proud and coquettish?"

"Hahahaha, you're so young, can't you?"

In Bangkang, an authentic Northeastern barbecue restaurant, Yutou and Lao Yanqiang and their subordinates filled the few tables. Today is their day to celebrate.

Zi Da Yutou and Lao Yanqiang took over the job of transporting drugs, which was much more profitable than before. Not only did the profits of each transport trip remain unchanged, but the Chinese businessmen had to go to them if they needed to bring anything to the country. Well, in the first two days, Yutou used a boat to get a whole Burmese huanghuali, and the boss of the Chinese Chamber of Commerce paid him on the spot after he came back, without any trouble at all.

Now they have a stable supply of goods and the charges are relatively minor. It's almost the same as working. They deliver medicines to the country in batches every day. They don't have to worry about it or fear that one of their brothers will betray them, but they only have to eat and drink.

This barbecue restaurant has become a gathering place for them. It’s not that it’s a big place and they can’t afford it, but the food baked by the barbecue chef in this restaurant matches their taste. In the Northeast, this is called eating at the same place. .

Yutou was laughing and joking with Old Smoker when he saw a little brother on the side reaching out to touch Old Smoker's cigarette box - bang!

The moment the boy reached out to touch his cigarette box, the old smoker turned around, pressed his hand firmly on the cigarette box, turned his head and said displeased: "What are you doing!"

"Brother, the brothers have been watching you tinkering with this stuff all day long..." He forced a smile and said, "I'm curious and want to try it."

Yutou was happy. This is what a child thinks. He is not hungry when others don't eat. When others eat, he misses a bite.

The old smoker pulled the dry cigarette box away, put it in his pocket, and shouted to the boss: "Boss, give me a Chinese cigarette."

When the owner of the barbecue restaurant brought the cigarette over, the boy became even more puzzled: "Brother, what kind of good stuff did you smoke? You would rather give it to Huazi than let us try it. Let us take a look."

Yutou explained for Lao Yanqiang: "You guys are just cheap bastards. If you have to make your brother angry, I'll give you a good kick and you'll be honest."

"Let me tell you, I've seen his cigarette box. It's not a new thing, it's the old Guandong tobacco leaves from the Northeast." Yutou said and looked at the others: "But you know this thing is very useful to those of us in Southeast Asia. How valuable is it to someone who can’t go home?”

"We have to ask friends in the Northeast to buy it, and then mail it to their homes on the border. When they come across the border to pick up the goods, they can bring them over to us."

"Come back and forth, cigarettes are always the cheapest. For people like us who don't go home for many years, how can we maintain a friend who is still willing to buy leaf cigarettes for you after so many years? How much does this cost?”

"You still want one, what will he do if you run out of it?"

"To you, this leaf cigarette is cigarette, and Huazi is also cigarette, but to your elder brother, is this the case? It is the smell at the door of his house."

"In Bangkang, the leaf cigarettes in the old smoker's pocket and the authentic Northeastern sauerkraut in my grandfather's house are not something ordinary people can touch."

After saying that, Yutou picked up the huazi, took out a box after unpacking it, and lit the huazi in front of everyone. With his status, he didn't even say that he had to take a puff of leaf cigarettes on the pole or the old smoker. This has proved that in the heart of the old smoker, this whole strip of Huazi is nothing, and the Kanto leaf cigarettes are worth it. Something to cherish.

Lao Yanqiang didn't dwell on the topic and said to Yutou: "Yutou, why don't you call me and ask me to come out and have a drink together?"

The fish head curled its big mouth and made a sound: "You really think highly of me."

"Old smoker, do you think we are still the big boss of the 'Night Show' before? How can you be so drunk that you hug someone's arm and shout, 'Mr. Xu, you are the right person?' '?" "Look at me now!"

"Come out and go in under the protection of the green soldiers. Let's talk about something. It must be in the reception room of the city government office. Once you put on the little suit, you will be in charge. When you pick up the microphone during the meeting, you must first shout, 'I said it, I said it.' ...', I can always put the scene together."

"What about us?"

"Yes, we live in a villa and drive a luxury car. Here in Bangkang, we can shout around and be brothers with the top leaders of various bureaus and offices. But who are we? We should run boats when we should, and we will run cars when we should. And a sports car..."

After taking a puff of smoke and exhaling it after passing through his lungs, Yutou put his elbows on the table. After saying a few words, he and the old smoker fell into a state of lamentation.

The relationship between brothers has not changed. Now that the above sentence has been said, the old smoker still does who he should do, but his status is different.

No matter how big a gangster you are, even if you gave Zhu Yuanzhang pearls, emeralds, and white jade soup, people are facing north and south. No matter how good your relationship is, when you enter the palace, don't you have to go straight to the kitchen?

At this time, if you participate in national affairs, you will overestimate your capabilities;
It's okay for a few brothers to go to the bar and want to call someone out. Isn't that shameless?

Identity and status will naturally create a barrier between brothers, allowing you to only obey the call...

Lao Yanqiang responded: "My father is not that kind of person."

He wanted to say that when he gave Burea a gift before, he went there specifically to ask for advice...

Yutou agreed with this point and said: "Yes, my master is not such a person, but you can't guarantee that others are."

"What do people think when they see my father coming into contact with people like us? How can an emperor still come into contact with gangsters after he ascends the throne?"

"Let's not cause trouble to our master."

He said with some inferiority complex: "Besides, I really invited you here, what are you talking about?"

"What I am busy with is the major affairs of the Wa and Eastern Shan States. I am not competing for property and territory with people named Bai during the Meng Neng period. Even if it means the same thing, do you understand the national war or do I understand it?"

"If you don't tell me blindly, we both look pretty good, right? But on the battlefield, at best, you're just a big-shot soldier. What do you want me to say to us?"

He stretched out his hand and pointed at the little brothers in the room: "These little brats are so numb when they see me coming. I don't feel comfortable being around here."

"Let's just do our job well."

Yutou smiled and picked up the wine glass on the table. The liquid containing liquor and beer looked pale in color. He raised his head and drank the entire glass of wine. After drinking, he pursed his lips and sighed: " Live your life.”

Immediately afterwards, he showed a smile that only he and Lao Yanqiang could understand, and completely blended into the roar of the little brothers around him, disappearing everyone. (End of chapter)