The rise of nanometers

South side of the boundary monument.

Inside the small tent, Hei Ganshou stared at the north with a gloomy face. There was a ray of light penetrating through the dense forest in the east, which was a sign of sunrise.

Suddenly his satellite phone rang.

"Mr. Wu Ke..."

The person on the other side said indifferently: "It failed. News just came from the north that Baishan and the others were captured."

"Damn it!" Hei Ganshou clenched his fists.

"Let's talk about it when we come back first."

"I see."

After a while, the remaining four people left the border and returned southward dejectedly.

at the same time.

The four arrested drug donkeys were put on hoods with ashen faces and put into a special escort car. The four of them knew that they were bound to die. After all, smuggling and transporting drugs would only cost them a piece of peanuts if they were caught. Life.

The four of them were all young people. In the dullness and darkness of the black hoods, they thought of their relatives at home and their past.

Forced by the local warlord, this poisonous donkey, who had narrowly escaped death, thought of his upcoming fate and couldn't help but burst into tears.

But they didn't realize that the escort vehicle did not stop in Dian Province, but went all the way north, passing through Shu Province, Qin Province and Mongolia District, to the Gobi Altai Province in Mobei.

The southeastern part of the Gobi Altai is a vast nature reserve. About 182 kilometers east of Altai City, a prison has been established.

The prison is called "Gobi Prison". The nearest city to the prison is Altai City, 182 kilometers away. There are vast Gobi Desert nature reserves in all directions. If you want to escape from here, you can lock yourself in the deserted Gobi Desert. 99.99% of jailbreakers.

The four drug addicts were escorted here. After a physical examination and identity registration, they were sent to the cell.

One of the poisonous donkeys is a young man who looks gentle and elegant. His name is Maung An. He went to junior high school in Kachin State, Hongsawady. He is also one of the four highly educated members among the four poisonous donkeys.

The cool gray walls and pale LED lights reflected on his wheat-colored face. In Maung An's numb eyes, he seemed to be commemorating and fearing.

He stared at the cell blankly. In addition to the iron-frame wooden bed where he lay, there was also a small toilet, a cement shelf, and a "glass window" on the wall opposite the bed that could not see the outside. .

For this kind of facility, if he were told it was a hotel, he might be able to get more concessions.

In the evening he had dinner and was called into a small room with dim lights, only an iron-wood table and chairs, and nothing else.

Maung An sat on the chair, quietly waiting for the final judgment.

A few minutes later, an expressionless middle-aged man opened the door and sat across from him. The middle-aged man took out the remote control from his body. The "glass window" on the wall lit up, and it turned out to be a monitor.

A piece of news was played above.

Maung An stared at the picture and the translated subtitles, and his pupils suddenly shrank.

[Recently, Ruili police seized 16 kilograms of drugs during a raid... During the operation, four people were shot dead on the spot...]

When his face appeared on the death list, Maung An's mind went blank. He was obviously still alive, but he died in the report?

Such a strange situation left him unable to react for a while.

The middle-aged man said calmly in Burmese: "Are you confused?"

"..." Maung An opened his mouth, but didn't know how to answer.

"Have you ever thought about why you are so miserable? Why are you and your family in such poverty and hardship?" The middle-aged man's voice was calm but struck deep into Maung An's heart.

"Haha..." Maung An laughed miserably, and then roared hysterically: "It's all those damn military leaders, and you who have been plundering our logs and ores, you all deserve to die!"

The middle-aged man was not angry or had any other emotions. He just continued: "It seems that you love your hometown very much, but do you really understand the nature of the world?"

Maung An seemed not to want to answer.

"It's okay!" The middle-aged man clapped his hands. A caretaker came in carrying a stack of books and placed them on the table. The middle-aged man pointed at the books in front of him:

"This is the real world. If you want to change everything, take a look. Goodbye."

The middle-aged man left.

Maung An returned to his cell with a stack of books.

Lying on the bed, he wanted to sleep, but he didn't feel sleepy at all. The middle-aged man's words kept echoing in his mind.

After tossing and turning on the bed for more than an hour, he finally opened one of the books. These books had been translated into Burmese. In addition to the original text, there were also a large number of annotations and supplementary materials.

In addition, there is a box of glass discs.

According to the recommended browsing order of the book list, the first book he opened was called "Research Report on All Classes of Society in Hongsawady".

Other books include "True and False in Western Civilization", "Capital and Compromise", "The Rise of the East", "Geopolitics", "New Economic Model", "Armation is the Only Way", "Pan-East Asian Civilization"... …

These books have been secretly rewritten as internal teaching materials in recent years.

a week later.

Still in that room.

The middle-aged man asked calmly: "Do you still insist on your previous idea?"

"I don't know!" Maung An's eyes were filled with fatigue, confusion and doubt.

"It doesn't matter! Get ready the day after tomorrow and let's go out for a walk."

Maung An was silent. The contents of those books these days had a huge impact on him, as if Hongsha Wadi was dissected inside and out. The bloody reality made his outlook begin to change. .

He has read some books, most of which were published in the West, and has never been exposed to related books from the East.

For a time, Western methods and Eastern methods collided fiercely in Maung An's mind.

He longs to change his hometown so that his family can live a better life instead of being poor and insecure like they are now.

Return to the cell.

He picked up the book and flipped through it, studying every line of words carefully, and indulged in learning. A whole new world opened to him.

The heart that longed to change his hometown was gradually washed away from numbness and confusion, and began to become full of vitality and passion.

There are hundreds of people from Hongsawady like Maung An in this Gobi prison; there are also many people from other areas.

Some people may sink completely in numbness, while others find hope in despair.

In the prison warden's office, the middle-aged man sorted out some candidates worthy of training. As for those who completely gave up on themselves, they could only be sent to reincarnation.

Opening Maang An's file, the middle-aged man wrote down his evaluation of this meeting, and several other instructors also wrote their own evaluations. Only after considering everyone's opinions can the next step be made.

The higher-ups are also disappointed with those people around the world who cannot afford to support them, so they plan to take the initiative and train some of their own people.

Currently, relevant work in other regions is actually carried out in the name of the company, with preliminary screening being carried out to select qualified candidates from local employees, and then sent to China for centralized training in the name of company training.

This kind of training plan can only be introduced little by little and cannot be forced into it too hastily.

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