"What on earth is going on?!" Meng Yan stood up excitedly and looked at the Nightingale in front of him in shock.
"Mr. Meng, don't get excited."
"I know this sounds outrageous to others, but it is what it is."
Nightingale's face became even more bitter, as if she was hiding something forced.
Seeing Nightingale's expression, Meng Yan took a deep breath and slowly sat back on the chair.
"I'm sorry, Miss Nightingale, I'm a little emotional." Meng Yan said calmly.
"Tell me about this."
Nightingale nodded slightly and sorted out her emotions.
"Mr. Meng, you should know that in Myanmar, the jade industry accounts for about 30% to 40% of our country's total income. All the famous names in the world come from a few places in Myanmar.
of."
Meng Yan nodded. Of course he knew this. Of all the jadeite kings written in the book, 11 out of 10 came from those markets in Myanmar.
Mowanji, Damakan, Muna...
Behind every jade market that makes stone gamblers excited just by hearing its name, there are countless myths about getting rich overnight. Of course, there are also more facts about losing everything.
"But Mr. Meng, Myanmar is as famous internationally as jade, and there is another thing."
"What?" Meng Yan asked.
"warlord.
"The expression on Nightingale's face couldn't tell whether he was happy or sad.
Meng Yan seemed to have guessed something.
"In Myanmar, although the jade business accounts for 30% to 40% of our annual income, not all warlords here are engaged in the rough stone business."
"Our warlords in the south of Myanmar have ports. They don't have to pass through the areas occupied by their opponents in the north. They can do business with countries in the south or even the west."
"There is a shortage of rough stone fields in southern Myanmar, but they can't sell rough stones. They can sell rubber, they can sell other resources, and they can even sell women and men to Europe and Africa."
"Even if they don't sell stones, the port trade business itself is very profitable, and they have no scruples about what they sell, so this income is not inferior to the profits from Myanmar's rough stone trading."
After hearing this place, Meng Yan understood it completely.
Since the warlords in some places do not need to rely on the fiscal revenue from rough stones to support huge war expenses, then the so-called rough stone field entrances and prime ministers are not sheep that can produce wool in their eyes.
It is the enemy's capital to fight against itself.
As long as you encounter this kind of thing, you will naturally kill as many as possible.
Thinking of this, Meng Yan suddenly had another question.
"Miss Nightingale, even though I say so, the warlords in northern Myanmar should be buying and selling rough stones, right?"
"If the warlords in the south do this, the Xiang Yushi family and those jade craftsmen will naturally run north. After all, they shouldn't be extinct."
Nightingale shook her head: "Mr. Meng, killing the Prime Minister and the Jade Master is different from fighting with the army. These unarmed people do not need the warlords to send troops to attack one city after another. They only need to send a few people in disguise to sneak into the northern territory.
Just do the assassination."
"In that case, the people here should also know to protect Master Xiangyu, right?" Meng Yan asked rhetorically.
Hearing this, Nightingale covered her mouth and smiled softly.
"Mr. Meng is indeed from the Xia State. This is a typical way of thinking of the Xia State. It will not work in our place where there is chaos and war."
"Of course they protect, but they don't protect everything."
"Just like the warlords in the south do not need to rely on the revenue from rough stones to fight their wars, the warlords in the north will not rely entirely on the revenue from rough stones. They will not put their eggs in the same basket. Mr. Meng, can you understand?"
"As long as the few physiognomist masters they protect can meet enough expenses, protecting the remaining jade masters is just a waste of resources. They will not care about the life and death of these 'extra people'."
Meng Yan was a little surprised. This woman named Nightingale said that she was a mercenary leader. It stands to reason that people like them who lick blood from the edge of a knife all year round should have a very indifferent view of life and death, but he did not expect that her eyes would change when she mentioned this.
There was a flash of compassion.
However, Meng Yan is not interested in the situation of the warlords in Burma. Although Meng Yan is angry at the indiscriminate killing of civilians such as Prime Minister Yushi, for him, these things are indeed powerless. At this moment, he is worried about other things.
One thing.
"Now that Miss Nightingale has said this, I have a concern that I don't know whether to talk about or not." Meng Yan said.
"Mr. Meng just said it's okay."
After hearing Nightingale's reply, Meng Yan asked.
"Miss Nightingale just said that the people in the south of Myanmar will send people to assassinate the jade masters in the north, while the people in the north of Myanmar will not care about the life or death of anyone else except for the few jade masters they like.
"
"If I agree to cooperate with Miss Nightingale, how can I protect my life?"
"That's why we asked Mr. Meng to cooperate." Nightingale said.
"Precisely because Mr. Meng is from Xia, no one from northern Myanmar or southern Myanmar will attack Mr. Meng."
"In today's world, no country can bear the wrath of Xia Guo. The most it can do is just pay lip service."
"Besides..." Nightingale pointed at Zhou Yaoyao beside Meng Yan.
"As long as Ms. Zhou stays with Mr. Meng, no one will dare to openly threaten Mr. Meng's life based on Ms. Zhou's background."
Um?
Mr. Meng turned his head and looked at Zhou Yaoyao in surprise.
Background? What background?
"Miss Zhou, is there anything else you're hiding from me?" Meng Yan asked.
Zhou Yaoyao pursed her lips: "I'm sorry, Meng Yan, I can't talk about this issue..."
"I'm just telling you, even if you know the news, it won't do you any harm, but it won't do any good either."
Zhou Yaoyao replied like this. Regarding Nightingale's question about her background being able to protect Meng Yan, Zhou Yaoyao completely avoided answering.
But looking at the expression on Zhou Yaoyao's face and Nightingale's meaningful smile, Meng Yan still closed his mouth and ignored the topic.
It seems that what Nightingale said is true, Zhou Yaoyao can indeed protect her own safety.
It is better to know as little as possible about a secret like this which is of no use even if you know it.
Seeing that Meng Yan no longer asked this question, Zhou Yaoyao was obviously relieved.
"Mr. Meng, in the current situation, all the capable physiognomists are in the hands of those above us. The selected ones are all offered like treasures, so naturally they cannot be lent to us."
