Usually, the underworld didn't take the government officials seriously. Even if they couldn't fight them head-on, they would think of ways to fight them secretly.
But when it came to those who were stronger than them, especially those who were much stronger than them, unless the other party was weak, they couldn't think of fighting back.
It was the same for the small and medium-sized forces in the Golden Triangle and deep in the mountains. They weren't afraid of the Zheng government, but they didn't dare to provoke those big warlords and big oligarchs.
After all, they definitely couldn't win in a head-on fight. Cats had their own ways, and mice had their own ways. They lived in the mountains. They could hide from the eyes of the government, but they couldn't hide from the big shots' noses.
Once they pissed them off, they didn't even need to send troops into the mountains to attack them. They just needed to seal off the mountain passage, and they could just wait to hole up in the mountains like savages.
But fear was one thing. When it came to survival, they had to fight back. So, they used their strength on the mountain people.
That's right, the mountain people outside the mountains who had changed to farming cash crops and were living better and better lives. It was this group of miserable people who kept provoking the people in the mountains and enticing them to escape.
They burned their land and kidnapped them into the mountains. On one hand, they could increase the manpower in the mountains. On the other hand, they could increase the leverage in their hands so that the Zheng government's army outside the mountains wouldn't dare to attack them.
As for whether they would offend those big shots outside the mountains who had "suddenly come to their senses."
They would definitely offend them, but they wouldn't offend them too much. After all, each of them counted, and no one expected to get food from the fields.
After a group of bosses, leaders, and generals sat together to discuss, they suddenly realized that the big shots outside changing careers didn't seem to be a bad thing.
The market demand didn't change. Without those big dealers, it meant that these small mountain people welcomed an opportunity to develop.
In recent years, the production of drugs and raw materials had been increasing. In order to compete for customers, the price had been lowered time and time again, seriously affecting everyone's profits. But now, it seemed that it was time to raise the price.
After they reached a consensus, the topic of the meeting quickly advanced to the substantive stage. The area that each family was responsible for "cleaning" was quickly determined. Only idiots would avoid this kind of job where they could snatch labor for themselves.
But a new problem appeared.
Other than destroying the fields and robbing people, there was also another group of people to take care of. That was the Ten Thousand Country Shield's support team.
The Golden Triangle was a malignant tumor to Myanmar, Thailand, and Thailand. It was also a malignant tumor to the other countries in Asia.
In order to get rid of this malignant tumor, the surrounding countries also made a lot of efforts. For example, sending out agricultural experts to guide local farmers in planting cash crops. For example, sending out medical teams to assist the local government to help the aboriginals get rid of their drug addiction.
The two-pronged approach blocked the drug lords' control over the people at the bottom.
This was also the fundamental reason why more and more mountain people were willing to leave the mountains to welcome a new life.
Therefore, for the drug lords in the mountains, these rescue teams were the culprits who had dug out their "roots".
The problem was that it was easy to deal with these people, but it was a headache to deal with how to clean up the mess.
After all, these people had the power of the country behind them. If any of them were to be targeted because of their outstanding performance, the consequences would be unpredictable.
At this point of the meeting, the room that served as the conference room fell into silence. Everyone knew very well that destroying the fields and capturing the aboriginals would not solve the root of the problem. The most important thing was to chase away the various aid teams.
The problem was, who was going to do it?
"Chacho, you have the most men. You go and we will pay you." A fat man made a suggestion.
After decades of chaotic warfare, none of the forces that could still exist today were brainless fools.
The big man who was named looked at the fat man who made the suggestion with a sneer. He snorted and said, "Commander Lu, my territory is too close to the outside of the mountain. It won't end well if I'm targeted.
Why don't you do it? If the outsiders want to kill us, we can help you block them from the outside. "
"Haha, then let's do it together. We will bear the consequences together." The fat man did not take the bait and made a new suggestion.
"Okay!"
"I think it's a good idea!"
"Let's do it together. I have no problem with it!"
The fat man's suggestion was quickly approved by a small group of people.
"What if someone doesn't help?" Chacho suddenly asked.
"…"
The meeting fell into silence again.
"I think … each family will contribute some money. Let's hire outsiders!" An old man with white hair and a beard took a puff of his hookah and suggested a new idea.
"This is not a matter of provoking one or two countries … Who dares to take the blame for such a big bomb?" Someone objected.
"Actually …" The fat man pondered for a moment before continuing, "There is no need to kill all of them. Just kill some of them and scare some of them away."
"Let's hire outsiders. Everyone will share the cost. It will save us the trouble of not doing anything!" A very important person said.
"Then let's hire people!"
"I agree!"
"Me too …"
Seeing that most of the people at the meeting had expressed their opinions, the old man with the hookah muttered, "This is not a small business. We need reliable people."
Hiring outsiders was not only a waste of money, but also a little suspicious of taking off one's pants to fart. However, there was an advantage to doing this. Everyone was paying, so they would have to bear the consequences together.
No one would be able to pull themselves out of this when the time came!
"Let's find the one called Forest Wolf. It's a hall from Australia. They have people and weapons. I heard that they are trustworthy too!" Cha Qiong said.
"What hall? That's a security company." The fat man snorted and looked like he was unwilling to talk to a country bumpkin.
"Who cares what hall or company it is. It's fine as long as we can take it. I'll pay 20 kilograms! "A thug sitting in the corner spat out.
"Heh ~" The fat man chuckled and did not speak.
"What, too little?" The thug glared and roared.
"Ah Man, mercenaries usually only accept gold or US dollars." The big man who had made the final decision laughed and explained.
"US … US dollars won't do!" The thug shook his head and raised a finger. "5 kilograms of sand gold!"
"Tsk ~"
Cha Qiong curled his lips in disdain. Several people in the room showed similar expressions.
The purity of sand gold was not high, and the gold price in Southeast Asia was relatively cheap. Therefore, 5 kilograms sounded like a lot, but in reality, it was not much.
"Ah Man lost her capital some time ago. She has many people to take care of. 5 kilograms is quite a lot. "The old man with the hookah muttered.
"10 kilograms!"
"I'll pay 10 kilograms too!"
"I'll pay 12 kilograms!"
"8 kilograms!"
"…"
The price that the thug called Ah Man quoted was equivalent to giving a standard to the people in the room. One by one, they reported their share of the bill.
Those who could sit here, even if they were opponents, knew each other very well. Therefore, no one would cheat. Some people paid in US dollars, but they used sand gold to offset their investment.
"Chang, I'll leave the matter of communication to you!" The old man turned his head and said to the big man who made the decision.
"Yes, Uncle Bing ~" The big man slightly bowed and responded. After thinking for a while, he asked, "Uncle Bing, can you give us an idea? How many of those outsiders should we kill and how many should we release?"
The old man who was called Uncle Bing was not in a hurry to answer. He squinted his eyes and puffed for a while before slowly saying, "Half and half. If we kill too many, we'll make enemies. If we kill too few, we won't be able to scare those outsiders!"
"Yes!" The big man slightly bowed again.
"Boss Chang, tell those Australian bastards to kill more China people. If they kill all of them, I'll add another 5 kilograms! "Ah Man suddenly said.
"I'll add another 5 kilograms too!" Another voice quickly followed.
"Me too!"
"Count me in!"
Another five or six people responded one after another.
Uncle Bing puffed and puffed out a mouthful of smoke. He used his turbid eyes to scan the room, "I know you guys lost a lot last year, but that's because you guys ran into other people's territory. Don't blame them for beating you up. It's better not to make enemies. "
"What's there to be afraid of! The Australian bastards are taking the blame. Even if the China people want to settle the score, they'll have to find them first! "Cha Qiong did not follow Uncle Bing's words this time.
"I just found a place to store some goods in the forest. I didn't offend them, I didn't provoke them. Damn it, they dug up my nest like mad dogs. I can't let them take this loss for nothing! "
"That's right. Even if the China people want to fight back, they'll have to fight those wolves first."
"…"
As soon as Ah Man spoke, the originally quiet house instantly became noisy.
Nearly half of the leaders who came to the meeting this time followed the trend last year and went to China to build workshops or warehouses.
In the end, they were all swept clean in a few months. After all this trouble, each family's losses were not small.
The crowd in the room was furious. Uncle Bing's gaze froze for a moment. His old eyes dimmed again. He puffed and stopped talking.
Boss Chang glanced at Uncle Bing from the corner of his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled up imperceptibly. He cleared his throat and said, "I understand everyone's intentions. I will talk to Forest Wolf."
— —
More than an hour later, Uncle Bing was the only one left in the room that was full of work. He sat there and puffed on his water pipe.
A young man quietly entered the house and knelt behind Uncle Bing. He said softly, "Father, the gold is ready. It's eighteen kilograms. I'll have Ah Guo send it to Boss Chang."
Uncle Bing held the hookah and squinted his eyes. He did not speak for a long time. The young man did not say anything. He just sat behind him and did not say anything.
"Go and send it to Ah Chang. Ask him if he wants to take over our family's business. If he wants to take over, prepare to pay how much. "
"Father?" The young man looked up in surprise.
"The Golden Triangle is finished. While we can still get away, we have to leave quickly." Uncle Bing still spoke in a calm tone.
"Just because they want to kill all the China people?" The young man asked suspiciously. He thought for a while and said, "No matter how long the China people's hands are, they can't reach here, right?"
"Oh, they just need to send more reinforcements and sign more import contracts with the mountain people outside. It'll be enough for the mountain people to suffer!"
Uncle Bing turned to look at his son as he spoke. He sighed and said, "The most important thing is that I'm old. You brothers can't carry it. If we don't leave now, the people in the mountain people will eat us up before the people outside the mountain people do anything. "
The young man lowered his head in shame.
"Haha, why are you lowering your head? The world is different now. It's good to let it go." Uncle Bing smiled and touched his youngest son's head. "Go and call your second brother. Didn't he say that the land in Australia is cheap?
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