"Has there been a wildfire here recently? Why is there an isolation zone?" Meng Yan asked the nightingale beside him.
Nightingale shook her head: "This forest that has been cleared is not to prevent wildfires, but to prevent people."
"Defend people?!"
Meng Yan was greatly shocked.
In the Xia Kingdom, I heard that people from the Burmese Kingdom used to sneak across and cut down a mountain, so that the stowaways at night would have no place to hide when they were hit by searchlights.
But that's on the border. It's on northern Myanmar's own territory, dozens of kilometers away from southern Myanmar.
"All the trees within a few kilometers of the entrance to Pachangchang were cut down a few months ago. This area has been designated as a military zone and is patrolled."
Meng Yan thought thoughtfully. It seems that this group of people has put in a lot of effort. I don't know how big the defense force they will encounter next is.
"When we finish looking at the stone, if something bad happens, can we get out of it?" Meng Yan asked.
Nightingale smiled and said: "As long as there is no direct conflict with them, you and I are both people sent by Li Mianhui. They don't dare to do anything to us."
As he was talking, the car drove forward for a few kilometers, and then Meng Yan saw the entrance gate at the entrance of the Parchang.
The security force at Zheng Jinguo's site was incomparable to that here. The scene that impressed Meng Yan was high-rise buildings, sentry towers, and even snipers patrolling the walls.
Where is the entrance to a quarry? It is basically a battle fortress.
Meng Yan moved closer to Nightingale and lowered his voice.
"Is this important?"
Hearing this, Nightingale smiled and also lowered her voice.
"Mr. Meng is unaware of something. I heard rumors from some high-level officials that the ore vein seemed to have been found after a series of random explosions."
Meng Yan was a little surprised when he heard the news, but looking at the battle fortress-like place outside, he suddenly felt it was reasonable.
If it doesn't have enough value, how can it be protected with such vigor?
Nightingale continued: "The competition in northern Myanmar depends on the materials at this venue."
The old parfield, the stalactite skin, the postponement of the public sale in northern Myanmar, and the reappearance of the sun, these few things are combined together, and the money is probably coming faster than the money printing machine.
The convoy continued to drive. The Ferrari arrived in front of the fortress and was stopped by a heavily armed soldier. Meng Yan took a cursory glance and saw that there were at least four or five sniper rifles pointed at them on the high buildings of the sentry tower.
"Please show your ID." The soldier said sternly.
The car window rolled down, and the soldier's eyes suddenly shone when he saw Nightingale in a red dress.
Nightingale smiled at him and handed over the pass in Meng Yan's hand.
The soldier checked the pass and then waved to the person on guard.
"Let go!"
Immediately, the warning pole was raised, and Nightingale and his convoy drove in.
Meng Yan looked at Nightingale's clothes again and asked.
"I said Nightingale, why are you wearing this outfit?"
"What's the matter? Don't you like it?" When Nightingale heard this, she smiled and hugged Meng Yan's shoulders.
"No, didn't you just see the look in the eyes of the soldier checking the post?" Meng Yan explained.
"This is equivalent to a secret signal, so don't worry about it anymore." Nightingale said mysteriously.
Meng Yan scratched his head, not knowing why.
The motorcade stopped in a square at the entrance of the venue. A pair of people stationed at the entrance were already on alert. When the car stopped, the two of them got out of the car. Nightingale naturally put her arm around Meng Yan's shoulder.
Immediately, Meng Yan felt that soldiers from all directions were looking at him like murderers, and he couldn't help but look a little embarrassed.
Nightingale, who was standing next to her, lowered her voice and chuckled: "Relax a little, the men stationed here change every month, and usually you don't see women."
At this moment, there was a sound from behind.
"Miss Nightingale, Mr. Meng, let's go."
Meng Yan turned around and saw Li Tianming and Li Tiantan walking towards him.
"Miss Nightingale, let's go." Li Tianming made a gesture of invitation, and then looked at Meng Yan with a somewhat unkind look.
Nightingale smiled slightly: "Mr. Tianming please, Mr. Tiantan please."
Then, a figure hurriedly came from not far away.
"Welcome from afar, welcome from afar, Miss Nightingale, Mr. Li!" A lean, middle-aged man with glasses walked over, followed by several guards.
"Something happened at the venue just now. I'm late to greet you. I'm sorry!"
Nightingale nodded: "Mr. Wei is responsible for all the affairs of Parchangchangkou. He takes care of everything on a day-to-day basis. There is no need to apologize to us."
After that, Nightingale pointed at Meng Yan and said, "Let me introduce you, this is my boyfriend, Meng Yan."
"Boyfriend?" The man in front of him was obviously stunned for a moment, and then he smiled meaningfully.
"I understand, Mr. Meng, welcome!"
Nightingale then turned to Meng Yan and introduced: "This is the person in charge of the entrance of Parchang, Mr. Wei Xian."
Meng Yan nodded politely: "It's an honor."
"Hmph, what the hell is a pretty boy kept by a witch?!"
A sudden voice came, and the atmosphere that had been warm just now suddenly became awkward.
Nightingale turned around and looked at Li Tiantan who just said this, and said in a cold voice.
"I said Mr. Tiantan, what do you mean? Who is the witch?"
Good guy.
Meng Yan thought to herself that this woman did not deny that she was a pretty boy.
The old man blew his beard and glared: "We don't have many women here, so she knows who the witch is!"
"Humph!" Nightingale was too lazy to answer him and turned her head to the side.
"Oh, these are all colleagues working for the Li Jade Union, so why bother?"
"Hurry up and take a seat. This place is in a remote place and there are few guests. I have arranged a dinner for a few of them to catch up with you!"
Li Tiantan glanced at Wei Xian and said, "Stop talking about our senior management, Mr. Wei."
"If Li Mianhui hadn't begged for mercy in front of the King of Northern Myanmar, you would be a pile of bones now. Do you still have a chance to speak in front of us?"
Upon hearing this, a cold look flashed in Wei Xian's eyes, and he immediately returned to normal.
"Oh, Mr. Li, that is all in the past. Now I am loyal to the King of Northern Burma, and I treat you as a true friend."
"Hurry up and take a seat inside!"
After saying that, Wei Xian turned around and made a "please" gesture.
"Recently, another batch of goods was dug out at the entrance of the venue. When it came to the banquet, I took it out for a few judges to judge, just to add to the fun!"
Meng Yan and Nightingale took the first step and walked inside.
