Myanmar.
Night had fallen.
Ordinary citizens were unaware of what had happened.
But such a significant event
had already spread among Myanmar’s upper class. Their first reaction was: this must be fake news. However, after inquiries and verification from multiple sources, it was finally confird to be true.
"Lang Cai has gone mad,"
many businessn thought.
The destructive power of war on the economy
doesn’t need any thought.
But national strategy is not sothing these rchants could ddle with; they could only wait anxiously for the results, hoping that Lang Cai had a foolproof plan to handle the situation. Otherwise, they might have to endure hard tis again.
At the sa ti,
this news was also transmitted to various countries through different channels.
Especially to the neighboring countries of Myanmar.
The intelligence ’exchange’ between them was particularly intensive.
Mainly because every country pays great attention to the situation of its neighbors; after all, no one wants to live next to a powder keg. They all want a safe buffer zone.
...
Late at night,
Thailand,
Bangkok,
Wangsa was sound asleep, having celebrated the birthday of a royal family mber as a good friend. He joined the festivities, freeloaded a al, and, incidentally, his father had dragged him to et a prospective bride.
The woman’s background was not insignificant.
Though it wasn’t as formidable as their family’s,
Wangsa was rely a secondary candidate for his family’s grooming. It was already good enough to marry a girl of a sowhat similar standing, let alone this ’sowhat’ was in relation to their family. In Thailand, her family was also a powerhouse.
The most critical point was,
the prospective bride was quite beautiful.
She was exactly his type.
A phone call,
jolted Wangsa awake. Initially annoyed, he cald down instantly after seeing the familiar number but then was frightened out of bed by the ssage that followed. My god, I was just trying to sleep. Does it have to be this alarming?
"Dad, is it true?" Wangsa asked in shock.
His father’s deep voice replied, "The ssage is accurate, and it has already spread throughout the upper echelons of Myanmar. However, at the mont, we are still unclear about the details. Lang Cai has less than a year left in his tenure. Given his personality, whether he fights or not, I won’t be surprised."
"What about Ling’s side? Have the soldiers been mobilized?" That was what Wangsa was genuinely concerned about. As long as nothing happened to the Myanmar Economic Zone, he didn’t care about the rest. Of course, it would be best if no war erupted.
"We’re not sure. You’ll fly back tomorrow morning to check," said Wangsa’s father with concern. Despite their efforts, they had almost no inside information about what was happening in the Myanmar Economic Zone.
The speed of their information was as slow as that of a foot courier.
This had frustrated him for quite so ti.
Clearly, they had t their match.
And even though they were allies, Ling’s subordinates were too ruthless. For every person they sent, Ling would send one back without a word, a silent scorn.
"Go and inquire thoroughly tomorrow."
"Yes."
...
Huaxia,
Sanya.
In the huge study upstairs,
Tang Qing was also closely following the entire situation.
The entire study was a larger design,
over one hundred square ters large, with a wall projection as big as the TV on the first floor, flickering with data just like the Command Room, displaying the soldiers’ distribution at the border.
Clearly,
in terms of equipnt and strength,
Myanmar’s side had a nearly overwhelming advantage.
Those powerful weapons and equipnt, which looked quite outdated to Tang Qing, many being twenty or thirty years old, were still better than the ones on the opposite side.
Take another look at the other side.
Aside from so advanced defensive weapons, the word ’outdated’ hardly suffices to describe the rest.
They had virtually abandoned chanization completely.
And within the jungle.
Dense clusters of red dots.
They marked minefields in the thick forest, as its strongest defensive force, with at least twenty thousand mines in the confrontation zone alone.
"Beep beep..."
Two alarm sounds went off.
Suddenly, two swiftly moving airplane icons appeared on the screen, labeled in Chinese. They were Lang Cai’s reconnaissance planes, brazenly skimming over the border.
Lu Sang and the others probably guessed that Pan Cong wouldn’t dare give the order to shoot them down.
Indeed.
Pan Cong had very sensibly... saved millions.
"Heh heh." Listening to Pan Cong’s dialogue with his subordinates, Tang Qing couldn’t help but laugh.
This Pan Cong.
Was indeed a miser.
Reluctant to use the precious weapons inventory, he only had his n fire into the sky. As for deterrence? Bullshit, with the loud noise of the planes and the pilots wearing earphones, even if there was an explosion on the ground, nothing could be heard from up above.
After watching for a while, Tang Qing no longer paid attention.
With the situation developed to this point, the outco was actually predetermined. What really needed attention was not this conflict that simply couldn’t start, but the pursuit of interests and formation of a new pattern after this event.
The fish was already hooked.
The pit dug was deep enough.
There was quite a spacious area inside the pit, which should fit a fair number of people.
"Tang Yi, keep to the plan, if there’s an ergency, notify ."
"Yes, Commander."
...
August 7th.
Early morning.
When Tang Qing arrived in the living room, he saw Tang Kai approaching with a serious expression. At this hour, it was only the two of them and the soldiers who were up, as everyone else had grown accustod to sleeping in.
In a rush, Tang Kai asked, "Tangtang, there’s been an incident in Myanmar, will it affect our business?"
"Uncle, this matter doesn’t seem to have much to do with Ling, how could it impact your business?" Tang Qing said helplessly. Ling’s statent at the eting was confidential, in any case, this matter would be absorbed within the internal struggles.
Tang Kai didn’t need to know that much.
Being so addressed by Tang Qing.
Tang Kai felt a bit embarrassed.
"It’s not that I’m overthinking, it’s just that the world is unpredictable."
Tang Qing consoled him, "Eat well, drink well, everything will pass. That’s Myanmar’s dostic affair, worrying won’t help us. At this ti, we shouldn’t make any other moves, just wait and see, that’s all we can do."
Tang Qing’s words, though against his true feelings, ca out extrely smoothly.
Yet just a few hours before, he had still been counting on his fingers: just how many people could fit into this pit?
Seeing Tang Kai was about to say sothing else, Tang Qing quickly interrupted, "Co on, let’s have breakfast. After we’re full, we’ll go out to the yard and practice so Tai Chi. The day will pass quickly, believe , things will get better."
"Well... okay then."
Affected by Tang Qing’s confidence, Tang Kai could only set his concerns aside for now.
...
One fifty in the afternoon.
The telephone negotiations between the three parties began.
It was a request made explicitly by Lang Cai.
At this stage, it would be rather foolish for everyone to continue negotiating through interdiaries. This military movent had put Lang Cai under considerable dostic and international pressure, necessitating a swift explanation to the public.
After all, it was all within the sa country.
Previously, Myanmar had not forbidden the movent of ordinary people between the areas, with no restrictions on coming and going, and the citizens on both sides had no grudges or old resentnts, it was rely that the rulers on both sides couldn’t agree on their interests.
Many were kin and kin.
As a result, no citizens cheered for Lang Cai’s actions, all waiting anxiously for a peaceful resolution.
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