Life, everyone has their own path.
In a chaotic place like Vallebang, making a living certainly requires one's own way, like this driver who pulls in custors.
As ancient sayings from the mainland go, spending money to ward off disaster, spending so toll money, it's worth it.
Now Liu Zhizhong doesn't care about such matters; a situation between drivers and highway robbers where one willingly hits and the other willingly takes hits, fewer troubles are better.
If he truly steps in, a pull of the gun might scare them so much they wet themselves, right?
But it's unnecessary; let it be for now, deal with it later.
A man with an official background can truly discern priorities and understand the importance and urgency.
At the onset of twilight, Liu Zhizhong arrived at Kachin City.
Looking over the city, indeed a scene of prosperity, the most peaceful oasis in Vallebang; no wonder it's a dream destination for so many.
Twilight spreads across between East Pa River and West Pa River, perating this city of 3 million, a hub-level city in Vallebang.
These two great rivers, after entering the dark river, run downward for hundreds of kiloters, reerge, surge again, and eventually flow into the distance, rge into the Heng River, and reach the sea.
These two great rivers are like mother rivers to Kachin City, nurturing everything there.
Dusk gradually deepened, the winter chill was burned away by the carbon fire of the night market and neon lights.
The skyline split in two, the glass curtain wall of high-rise buildings refracted the golden and purple hues of the sunset, while the old Tang buildings' iron balconies cast shadow webs.
The airport's navigation lights have lit up, the rumbling of arriving and departing flights could be heard in the cloudy sky.
The railway in the north of the city trembled, the long whistle of the train occasionally ca through.
On Kachin's orbital highway, traffic flows ceaselessly, heading in all directions.
This is a city with unique superficial peace, but also a city filled with desire and vice.
The neon in the red-light district spilled blood-like hues into the thickening night; pleasure-seekers lingered there, spending money like dirt.
The luxurious glass windows of the ladyboy bars reflected the distorted silhouettes of passing rchants.
Night market vendors peddled grilled crocodile at; in dark alleys, whispers of thamphetamine traders mixed with the burnt aroma of stir-fry golden cordyline.
The spire of the temple on the city's edge pierced the curtain of neon, the sound of chanting couldn't drown out the dice rolling in underground casinos.
In the train station's underground passage, pickpocket gangs lurked.
On the spiral staircase of high-end clubs, the redwood railing remained cold with the sweat of politicians' palms.
And in those shantytowns, scavengers were rummaging through packages lost by air cargo.
Plainclothes policen and gang informants exchanged glances in the corners of city bars, the steam of alcohol in the winter night blurred each other's faces.
This city, jointly built and protected by warlords, is like a toxic flower thriving in a soil of chaos, beautiful but dangerous.
When the clean moon climbed over distant treetops, the last brilliance of Kachin City's twilight transford the foul air exhaled by three million people into night dew, nurturing even more prosperous cri and splendor the next day.
Liu Zhizhong took a deep breath of the mixed air; his ambition strengthened. For a city like this, the future capital, and he would be the founder, he would beco the master of this city!
The driver was quite excited, gazing longingly at everything along the way, especially the red-light district, even asking Liu Zhizhong if he'd like to indulge a bit; they have all kinds of goods, white, black, yellow won, all are top-notch.
At this mont, it was just the two of them in the car, Liu Zhizhong, of course, refused…
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