"As for Miss Nightingale, she is almost a symbol of the force of the Li Jade Union. She is responsible for most of the jade debt collection and loan sharking. She is an existence that all the jade dealers and jade merchants in northern Myanmar must respect."
Having said this, Zheng Jinguo seemed to have remembered something terrible, and raised his sleeves to wipe the sweat on his forehead.
Meng Yan knew her, and Meng Yan knew her. The expression on Zheng Jinguo's face at this moment was exactly the same as the expression on Fatty Qian's face when he took Nightingale to Fatty Qian's stone gambling shop.
As expected of a mercenary leader who has been involved in loan sharking for as long as he can remember, Nightingale seems to be quite intimidating.
"Then what Mr. Zheng means is that since the king of northern Burma is directly above you, this army stationed at your site is Miss Nightingale's intention?" Meng Yan asked.
Meng Yan knew in her heart that this was definitely not Nightingale's intention. If she had the power to mobilize such a group of regular troops wearing military uniforms, she would not do such things as debt collection.
Sure enough, Zheng Jinguo shook his head when he heard this: "Mr. Meng is wrong. These troops are all for the purpose of the King of Northern Burma."
"What does the King of Northern Myanmar mean? There are hundreds of large and small quarries in northern Myanmar. Did the King of Northern Myanmar directly give the order to Mr. Zheng?" Meng Yan continued to talk in confusion.
"Due to the postponement of the public sale of northern Myanmar, the supply of high-end rough stones in the market is now in short supply. If we can create a monopoly and make a huge profit at this time, the king of northern Myanmar will have zero war funds in the next ten years." Zheng Jinguo said.
"But the warlords in southern Myanmar also thought of this. After sending people to sneak in and quietly blow up several of our mines, the king of northern Myanmar ordered such a group of troops to be stationed in all the controlled mines in northern Myanmar.
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Meng Yan was a little surprised when he heard this, and asked tentatively: "Mr. Zheng, if this question is a bit difficult, you don't have to answer it."
"May I ask how many troops are stationed at your site?"
Zheng Jinguo held out three fingers: "Three hundred people, the size of an infantry battalion."
"This is just a small port of mine. Those famous jade ports, such as Mochang, have a reinforcement group stationed directly."
"And I heard that the King of Northern Myanmar personally ordered a brigade of troops to be stationed at Pachangchangkou where a mining accident occurred more than ten years ago and the ore veins were severed."
Good guy, Meng Yan calls him a good guy.
A battalion is assigned to each small site, and a reinforcement regiment is assigned to each large site. There are hundreds of large and small sites in northern Myanmar. Calculating this, the king of northern Myanmar has at least several army groups.
With so many troops not directly pushing down southern Burma, Meng Yan did not quite agree with the strategic thinking of the king of northern Burma.
"Mr. Zheng, according to what you said, a battalion is stationed at a small battlefield. There are more than a hundred battlefields in northern Myanmar. Let's not talk about why these troops don't just push over."
"This expense alone is probably not a small amount, right?"
Hearing Meng Yan's words, the bitter smile on Zheng Jinguo's face seemed to get even worse.
"We are responsible for military expenses at the site."
Meng Yan understood. No wonder the man just said he didn't know how long he could drink this Longjing tea.
For those world-famous battlefields such as Mochang, they can probably afford a reinforcement division, let alone a reinforcement group.
And for a small market like the one here that I don’t even know what it is, most of the time they sell a few kilograms of raw materials, and the big customers are all divided up by those world-famous mines, even if they can pay a price that can be raised by a few good-looking rough stones.
It's also limited, so three hundred people is indeed a big expense.
It's really like drought and floods.
Thinking of this, Meng Yan couldn't help but begin to sympathize with the bitter-looking middle-aged man in front of him.
Naturally, the warlord is not a good person. If this person cannot support this army, the fate that awaits him will not be much better even if it is not shot. He may be sold to a black field to work as a miner.
And God knows how long it will take for this force to withdraw. This kind of waiting without knowing where the head is is the most agonizing.
There was silence in the office for a while, and then Zheng Jinguo smiled and said: "It's a bit far-fetched. Don't take offense, Mr. Meng. Let's talk about business."
"Since he is the physiognomist recommended by Boss Qian, he must be here to see the stones, right?"
Meng Yan nodded: "I want to find some good-looking materials. Boss Zheng must have collected them as well. The prices are easy to tell, so please don't hide them."
Zheng Jinguo stood up with a grimace on his face: "With these military lords outside, as long as the price is in place, Mr. Meng, you can take whatever piece you like. I will never hide it from you."
"Let me take you two to the warehouse."
The two nodded and stood up. Just as they were about to follow him, Zhou Yaoyao suddenly pulled the corner of Meng Yan's clothes from behind.
"Huh?" Meng Yan turned around and looked at Zhou Yaoyao winking at him.
"Well, Mr. Zheng, I have something to say to my friend. Can you please wait for a while?"
Zheng Jinguo nodded: "It doesn't matter, I'll go outside to smoke a cigarette, and the two of you can chat slowly." After that, he walked out of the door and closed the door behind him.
"Tell me, Miss Zhou, what's going on?" Seeing Zheng Jinguo go out, Meng Yan turned back to Zhou Yaoyao and asked.
Zhou Yaoyao curled her lips: "Master Meng, have you forgotten something?"
Meng Yan was stunned, why did he suddenly call me Master Meng?
"What's going on?" Meng Yan asked.
"Oh, I knew you had forgotten." Zhou Yaoyao sighed.
"Guess how much money we have left now?"
Meng Yan was a little confused and immediately stretched out his hand to clear things up.
"Nightingale bought Zhao Yuan's life for 2.2 million. Zhao Yuan later borrowed 2 million to open the broken stone, and I used another 1 million to buy it..."
Meng Yan suddenly didn't dare to speak anymore.
"Say, keep talking!" Zhou Yaoyao said angrily.
The stone I bought disappeared after the bomb attack. All the expenses totaled 5.4 million.
In other words, when I first came to Myanmar, the piece of purple eggplant jade sold at Fatty Qian's Stone Gambling Shop was sold for 5.5 million, but now I only have 100,000 left.
Call for the nightingale?
It doesn't seem possible. After all, Nightingale has just endured the explosion. Maybe there are still people watching her secretly. It's very unsafe to come now.
Besides, if Nightingale comes, the jadeite rough stone will not be registered in Zhou Yaoyao's name. Based on her character, Meng Yan will definitely snatch up all the rough jadeite stones that he likes here.
In other words, the funds available to Meng Yan now...
A few drops of cold sweat broke out on Meng Yan's forehead.
One hundred thousand, in this business of betting on stones, is not enough.