The big pineapple stayed in the red light area until around 11 o'clock in the evening before leaving quietly.

The streets are dimly lighted, and food stalls, snacks, and cheap leather places are all standing in front of the doors of men and women. All kinds of superman shouts after drinking are accompanied by relatively outdated music, which interprets a seemingly lively scene.

Big Pineapple walked calmly on the roadside, lowered her head and turned on the newly purchased second-hand phone during the day, and dialed her brother-in-law's number after a while.

More than ten seconds later.

"Hello?"

"Have your sister arrived?" asked Big Pineapple.

"What the hell are you doing?" My brother-in-law still had a hot temper: "What's going on?"

"I ask you, are they here?"

"……arrive."

"Something happened to Marriott Shengshi, and I was also dug out." Big Pineapple responded in a low voice: "It's impossible to let your sister return to China. For blood relationships, you should take good care of them."

"My sister said...you shoot..."

"right."

"Are you crazy? You dare to move those who are in the army?" My brother-in-law complained in an urgent voice: "Do you know that the police in Myitkyina have found my parents in Xiaomengla."

The big pineapple was stunned when she heard the sound.

"You are all involved in the old man and the old lady," my brother-in-law yelled with one hand on his hips: "The police station has now targeted them, and my dad can't even leave the door."

"Have your parents called you?" Big Pineapple asked.

"Of course I've beaten! They're scared, do you know?"

"Don't worry, I'll solve this matter." Big Pineapple said after pondering for a while: "...you wait for the phone call at home."

"You can't even take care of yourself, how can you solve it?" The brother-in-law sighed and said, "Forget it, I will comfort the old man and the old lady. Anyway, they have been cut off from contact with you for several years. I guess they can't find the clues, so it will be left alone. The main problem now is you, what are you going to do?"

"You don't have to worry about me." Big Pineapple responded in a low voice: "Take good care of your sister and the others. No matter who asks you, you say you have broken off contact with us and you have no idea about Myanmar."

"I understand." The brother-in-law lowered his head and lit a cigarette and asked, "Do you think of a way to find an acquaintance, and I'll ask someone to give you some money?"

Big Pineapple knew in her heart that Xu Wenjuan, the younger brother, was a cold-faced person. He usually spoke with a spear, but when he encountered something, he was more reliable than others: "I don't need money, just do me a favor."

"What?"

"My phone basically won't turn on, and no one knows it." Big Pineapple whispered: "If my former friend contacts you, please send me a text message."

"knew."

"Okay, that's how it comes first."

After the two finished the call, Big Pineapple walked on the street, smoking a cigarette, and felt very upset.

Loneliness, helplessness, homelessness...

These feelings are a bit strange and familiar to Big Pineapple. He once had this feeling when a person ran away with a gun in a coal mine. However, many years have passed, he originally thought that his future life would be like food, food, oil and salt, and his wife and children, and a series of changes suddenly appeared, ruthlessly and realistically dragging him back to the past.

Big Pineapple hated her very much. He hated her for choosing this path, and even hated those so-called big men, who would not let go of a cripple like him.

After standing on the side of the road and smoking two cigarettes, the big pineapple turned around and disappeared into the darkness.

...

Northern Military Region.

After Poklay returned to the camp, he met Baan as soon as possible. The two closed the door and chatted in the house for half an hour before the former left in a hurry.

In the office, after Baan took two cigars, he immediately called the Chief of Staff and asked him to come in and discuss.

"What do you say from Chen Tianze?" the Chief of Staff asked.

"He has already withdrawn a lot of funds and is ready to help me support me." Baan said with some difficulty: "But I don't know if it should be done at this time, so I just call me and chat with me alone."

The Chief of Staff took a sip of tea and thought for a while and responded: "The situation in Myitkyina is so tense, but I haven't contacted you officially, which itself shows the problem."

Baan was silent.

"It's hard to say whether Yi Zhang's attitude is inclined to General Staff Wu and the Northwest Military Region or is waiting and watching." The Chief of Staff continued: "So I think it's a bit abrupt for you to make this call."

"If you don't make this call, you have to fire a gun." Ba'ang's mental state at this moment was not much easier than Ozawa. Because Jun W's attitude towards him was already very cold. If he couldn't walk well, he would enter the abyss that would never be restored.

"What does Chen Tianze mean?"

"Do you still need to ask?" Ba'ang stood up and responded: "As long as you are not a fool, everyone hopes to make big things smaller and small things resolve the problem. Once a conflict arises, we can't control the situation, and that's all."

The Chief of Staff thought for a long time: "If you don't want to fight, then let's talk first, and talk to the Northwest Military Region first."

"Ozawa and I mean the same." Baang nodded: "Old Mo is a mother who has breasts, and his personal profile is relatively smaller. If we lose some benefits appropriately, he may be moved."

"Then I'll talk to him?" the chief of staff asked tentatively.

"Yes." Ba'ang responded with his back, "As long as Lao Mo retreats and let Chen Tianze recover, I will give him half of the money he paid on J's side every year. If it really doesn't work, I will allow him to station troops around Myitkyina and give him some sweetness."

"Okay." The Chief of Staff nodded.

...

at the same time.

Chen Tianze also contacted Mr. Lin, and the two communicated briefly on the phone.

"Speak straight away if you have something to do."

"Mr. Lin, at the critical moment, I hope you can give Mr. Baang some support and show your attitude." Chen Tianze replied in a very straightforward manner.

"I can't express my opinion on the affairs of the government army." Mr. Lin refused without hesitation.

"To express gratitude, my Xiang G's film and television company will sign a ten-year strategic investment contract with the Xiaomeng L SAR government, investing 10 billion in four installments." Chen Tianze added again.

After a long time of silence, Mr. Lin frowned and asked, "Xiao Shen, I don't understand, why don't you leave? You are the prime minister at the age of thirty, and you will be up and down for ten years, then you will still be you, why should you take out all your family's assets?!"

“…I want to give it another try.”

"There is not a big chance of winning."

"Haha, there is no regret for making a move." Chen Tianze insisted.

Mr. Lin thought for a while and responded helplessly: "My family has made a statement, but it has little impact on the situation."

"Wang, Qang, Shanb, G dare... I will fight for it." Chen Tianze said softly: "Help General Ba'ang, I have dispersed all the funds I have saved in China. This time I am going to pay off the funds."

Mr. Lin blinked: "If they can express their opinions, I will support it to a certain extent."

Chen Tianze was overjoyed when he heard the sound: "Thank you, Mr. Lin."

"As for investment, let's not talk about it for now," Mr. Lin said with a smile: "Look at the results first."

When Chen Tianze heard this, he felt awe of Mr. Lin's style of dealing with things and courage.

...

Xiang G company.

Sun Yan sat in the president's office and said concisely to the seven finance executives: "Funds are drawn from now on, all major projects will be stopped, and we will fully support the Myanmar D-south."

"The project needs to be stopped, and the current investment will be ruined, which will be a good deal for the company's development..."

"Myanmar D is the brain. If there is no more, then you will still be there? You are gone, and you are still talking about the development of the chicken feathers?" Sun Yan said unquestionably: "Let's do it, return should be fast and the route should be clear."

"clear!"

"clear!"

“…!”
Chapter completed!