An important border city like Hongzhou is also a trading port, with a mixture of good and bad.
Across the Red River is the city of Jina in Myanmar, which is a mixed bag of good and bad.
In a place like this, there are always stowaways and some famous smugglers.
The famous snakeheads are all quite capable.
As long as I give you enough money, I can let you enter the country illegally.
Now, it's still 2010, and border management is still relatively lax.
Snakeheads will always have their market.
Song Sanxi quickly found a familiar snakehead from his previous life, named Qi Sanscarzi.
Qi Sanshangzi has his own methods, but the price is relatively high.
He doesn't care who you are, he can transport you back and forth between Burma and Dream Country by charging a high price.
When Song Sanxi saw him, this guy was sitting in a fishing boat by the Red River, drinking!
Song Sanxi directly threw 50,000 in cash and said, "Sanguo, I want the fastest way to go to the other side."
When Qi Sanshangzi saw so much money, he was shocked and smiled, showing his yellow teeth.
The scars on the face are more prominent and look a bit ugly.
"Easy to say, easy to say..."
Qi Sanshangzi started his fishing boat.
Just let Song Sanxi sit in the cabin and look at the scenery.
The boat went upstream along the Red River.
On the way, there was also a border watercraft patrol, and they met a heavily armed one.
Qi Sanshangzi was not afraid at all and waved his hand to say hello.
The other party seemed to recognize him, waved his hand, and left.
Qi Sanshenzi was a little curious. He looked at Song Sanxi and said, "Brother, he is a character! Seeing so many patrols with guns, you don't seem to be afraid at all?"
Song Sanxi smoked a cigarette and said with a smile: "What do I have to be afraid of? Finding Mr. Qi is a guarantee!"
"Hahaha... I can talk, I can talk..."
Qi Sanshangzi laughed, very happy.
Twenty minutes later, the fishing boat arrived at the upper reaches of the Hongjiang River, about 20 kilometers away from the city.
The river has become narrower.
However, both countries have tributaries flowing into them.
At that time, there was already a fishing boat waiting there on the Myanmar side.
Moreover, they were sailing on the dividing line in the center of the river, dragging fishing nets.
Qi Sanshenzi quickly approached and waved to Song Sanxi, "Brother, let's dance and walk!"
Song Sanxi smiled to himself, it was still the same pattern, as if he was going back to the time before his rebirth, when he smuggled out of the country.
He jumped directly to the fishing boat opposite, got in, and sat down.
When I looked again, I saw that Qi Sanshangzi had already returned to his voyage.
Driving the boat and drinking wine, sloppy and comfortable...
The fishing boat here in Myanmar is driven by a woman with bright skin and pretty good facial features.
He looks to be in his thirties, very capable and shrewd.
In the memory of the previous life, this woman was from Burma, a woman named Qi Sanscar, named Lu Lahua.
It's really good for two people to be engaged in the smuggler's business.
Lulahua didn't say much, dragging the fishing net, collecting fish while dragging.
However, it was very normal to drive into the tributary creek over there and stop.
Song Sanxi thanked him, went ashore and walked along the cement road.
Lu Lahua was still a little curious, thinking that this man seemed familiar!
After walking for less than a kilometer along the cement road, we arrived at a township below Jina City.
At this time, Song Sanxi spoke fluent Burmese Mandarin, rented a taxi, and paid 50,000 kyats, equivalent to 2,500 yuan, to go to Naduo City, 120 kilometers away.
The taxi driver was very excited, picked him up and ran away very fast.
However, the road over there is not easy to walk, and no matter how fast you go, you won't get anywhere fast.
At 12 noon, Song Sanxi stopped by the roadside and had a meal of Burmese Shan-style fish rice with the driver.
The Shiva rice is delicate, soft, and tough. It is paired with fish fillets, garlic oil, pork skin, etc. It is spicy, delicious and fragrant.
After dinner, we continued on our way.
It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon when we arrived in Naduo City.
Only then did Song Sanxi use the local public phone to call Wang Hui's mobile phone.
When Wang Hui heard that Song Sanxi had arrived, he was stunned and overjoyed.
"Oh my God, Brother Sanxi, you came too fast! I took a plane to Naypyitaw and then transferred to another train to get there. It took more than ten hours! You are too fast.
It’s almost here, how did you get here?”
"Haha, it doesn't matter how I came here. What's important is that I arrived. Are you in that urban area now?"
"Here! I'm here in the Mogen Building, the Mogen Hotel."
"Okay! Immediately make an appointment with Qingmian President Pingwu's butler, named Rangchai? He said you have an important friend and you want to talk to him about this matter. The place is in the hotel."
"Okay, no problem!"
After ending the call, Song Sanxi felt like visiting his old place again.
Walk to Mogen Hotel, it’s not far at all.
Naduo City is not particularly large, with a permanent population of less than 200,000.
Here, there are also a lot of people from the Dream Kingdom. When they speak Chinese, many of the locals can understand it.
Of course, this city is fine during the day and the scenery is pretty good.
At night, there is a mixture of fish and dragons, and evil is reborn.
The main reason is the existence of black forces.
Song Sanxi is also quite familiar with this place, which is equivalent to a fourth-tier city in China. After all, he spent half a year here in his previous life.
At this time, he estimated that Zhou Wenbing and others were also on the way.
Zhou Wenbing and others are quite reliable in terms of speed, efficiency, and loyalty.
After walking around for a while, Song Sanxi arrived at his destination, Mogen Hotel.
There, I made a phone call at the front desk and asked Wang Hui where we could arrange a meeting in the hotel.
Wang Hui said on the seventh floor, the tea department.
So Song Sanxi went to the tea department.
When I got there, I saw Wang Hui sitting in a corner of the hall, with coffee in front of him and brewing it!
At this time, there were not many people in the tea room and it was relatively quiet.
Song Sanxi walked over, sat down in front of Wang Hui, and said in Burmese: "Sir, are you Boss Wang?"
Wang Hui was stunned, frowned, and said in Chinese: "Who are you? Do we know each other?"
Song Sanxi smiled and said: "Master Hui, it's me, your brother Sanxi!"
"Oh my God!" Wang Hui was shocked, "I really can't recognize you. Oh my god, Brother Sanxi, your makeup is too good, right?"
"Haha, it's just a joke. Now that I've guessed, you can just call me Ah Xi. I don't want to show off too much, so I put on makeup."
"It's okay, Brother Sanxi...oh, Axi, hehe..."
Wang Hui laughed and quickly poured coffee for Song Sanxi and smoked it.
Brother Sanxi came, and he felt that the matter was definitely a success.
I was smoking a cigarette when suddenly, messy footsteps sounded.
At the scene, the situation suddenly changed.
I saw about a dozen big black men with shiny faces, all wearing white clothes and black trousers, rushing in menacingly.
They shouted and chased the other guests away.
Then, a short man came in.
The man was dressed more elegantly and was holding a string of Buddhist beads in his hand.
His complexion was like copper skin and his expression was gloomy.
Most Burmese people have copper-skinned skin. After all, we are in South Asia, and the sun is relatively strong all year round.
This man is in his early thirties and he is none other than Rang Guai.
He glanced around and saw Wang Hui and Song Sanxi. He smiled coldly and said in Chinese: "Boss Wang, did you really hire a helper for this?"
Wang Hui stood up with a smile and said: "Mr. Let's guess, come on, let me introduce you first."
Rangchai walked over, surrounded by about a dozen men who were guarding him. He had a strong aura.
Anyway, the waiters were hiding far away.
Rangcai said coldly: "No introduction is needed. If your friend cannot accept my conditions on your behalf, then please come together to watch the hanging of Ahu next!"
Wang Hui was very embarrassed and cursed secretly, but he glanced at Song Sanxi.
Song Sanxi smiled lightly and said in Burmese: "Mr. Rangcai, so you are determined to eat Boss Wang?"
Rangchai was a little surprised, as he didn't expect him to speak Burmese.
But he sat down, and there were many big men behind him, with arrogant expressions on their faces, "If you agree to our conditions, everything will be easy to discuss. If you don't agree, we won't be polite."
Song Sanxi said coldly: "Then I have nothing to talk about. Please ask Mr. Guai to go back and inform the Qingmian Club to prepare. Tonight, the Qingmian Club will be completely removed from Naduo City."
"Presumptuous! Bastard! Are you threatening me?" Rangchai jumped up wildly.