Xin’an City.
On the street.
The father was holding his daughter’s little hand.
Wandering aimlessly.
For half a day.
He just couldn’t find a place to stay, but after a day of idling, he fell in love with this city at once with its clean and tidy streets, modern and brand-new buildings.
Transportation accessible in all directions.
Friendly people.
Good public order.
It all overturned his fixed impression of Myanmar.
It was hard to imagine that just three years ago, this was a remote mountainous area, where people lived by cultivating flowers and depended on walking for transportation, with barely any form of communication except shouting amidst the chaos.
Now.
A city as beautiful as a garden had been built.
"Daddy, I’m sleepy."
His daughter Nuo Nuo’s voice.
Made him feel a surge of heartache.
"We’ll find a place to stay soon," the father comforted her, picking up his daughter as he looked around at all the different skin colors. He’d even thought before that staying overnight at an Internet cafe would be fine.
But.
Upon asking around.
He found out that there was a law here stating that Internet cafes couldn’t operate all night; they had to close in the evening. Even in the afternoon, he t another family with the sa problem, unsure how they were faring now.
As darkness approached.
The father grew a bit anxious.
At that mont.
He rembered a phrase.
---’If you are in trouble, seek the police.’ But this was not dostic territory, and he wasn’t entirely clear on the situation here. Seeing a Security Pavilion, the father hesitated for a mont, then went in.
As he stepped in,
a young man in a Myanmar police uniform ca up to him.
"Hello, may I help you?"
This was in Burse.
The father didn’t understand.
"I co from Huaxia and can’t speak Burse." Surely, in such a Security Pavilion, there would be police who could speak Chinese.
"Hello. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
Imdiately.
A sentence in perfect Chinese ca from the mouth of the policeman.
The father quickly said, "I brought my daughter for treatnt, but the hotels in the city and the towns have no rooms available. I wonder if there’s any sort of family inn or sothing where my daughter and I could stay."
Hearing this statent,
Rong Wei smiled.
"You’ve co just at the right ti. An hour ago, we just received a notice from the Special District that due to the number of patients exceeding expectations, we will open three Relief Centers for your temporary accommodation."
Rong Wei.
That was the na of the Security Pavilion team mber, of Chinese descent.
This ti, indeed, it was a test for them; so many people ca over, and if not settled properly, it could beco a joke to the outside world. Now, this place was under the scrutiny of dia from all around the world.
And here.
After a day of consideration, the Special Zone finally took action.
Relief Centers.
The full na is ’Myanmar Economic Zone Post-Disaster Ergency Rescue Center.’
Usually empty.
They serve to shelter nearby people temporarily left holess after natural disasters like earthquakes or flash floods. They might not be needed for ten years, but the one ti they are, they’ll be worth it.
There are three Rescue Centers surrounding Xin’an City; following Special Zone regulations, every little town, based on population size, must have at least one Rescue Center, and they can only have more, not less.
While not large,
they are for ergency use.
Not regularly employed.
In Xin’an Town, each one typically accommodates only a thousand people; indeed, not many, but in case of a major disaster, the city could quickly erect nurous tents, and citizens’ hos could also make do by squeezing in.
Therefore.
This is only a part of the post-disaster relief effort; last month, Xin’an City finished construction of the third Relief Center, which passed inspection. Little did they expect, in such a short ti, it would co into play.
Hearing there was sowhere to stay, the father was overjoyed, "Really? Thank you, thank you. A place to stay is all we need, and it looks like it’s going to rain soon. Mainly, I’m afraid my child will catch a chill."
"Don’t worry, sir. What’s your na?" Rong Wei asked again.
"I dare not, dare not, my surna is Mi, first na Hao," Mi Hao quickly reported his na.
"Do you have your passport with you? I need to register it." Rong Wei reached out his hand.
Mi Hao hurriedly took it out of his pocket.
"How many people?"
"Just the two of us."
Rong Wei opened the Myanmar Economic Zone governntal website.
He filled out a form on the rescue center’s application page, submitted the application, and after seeing the successful application notification, returned the passport to Mi Hao, "All set, the application is successful. It’s at the Western City Rescue Center."
He glanced at his watch.
It was also his ti to change shifts.
"I’ll take you there in a little while," Rong Wei offered to help voluntarily. They were all Chinese, and these were Chinese coming for dical help; he also wanted to lend a modest hand—it was part of his job.
Mi Hao imdiately expressed his thanks, "Thank you so much."
"Don’t ntion it, just wait for ten minutes."
"Okay."
Ten minutes later.
Rong Wei completed his shift.
He took Mi Hao to an underground parking lot next to a nearby mall. The entire underground of Xin’an City was actually a huge parking lot, not continuous, but there were many of them, mainly for the sake of a more attractive surface.
Above ground, the roadside would be cluttered with parked vehicles.
It wasn’t pleasant to the eye.
Therefore,
The main parking areas in Xin’an City were underground, and there were also dedicated multi-story parking garages above ground. In any case, the position of Xin’an City was as a tourist city, and there were restrictions on the total number of vehicles.
Before the Special Zone was established,
Rong Wei’s family had so savings.
There were many gold and silver ornants buried in his ho for years, and after the establishnt of the Special Zone, the Myanmar Bank Group "bought" them back at high prices in Asia Dollars during the trade boom, and Rong Wei’s father made a good deal of money.
They were considered middle class.
However,
Under the influence of the official-based ideology,
He still had his child join under the flag of zero. Initially, the security team mbers were all selected from soldiers, but later, as the Special Zone got on the right track, the managent of the two beca more distinct.
Military forces.
Were actually controlled by the Myanmar Bank Group.
Formally controlled by the Myanmar Special Zone Governnt.
Security forces.
Were practically managed by the Special Zone.
But recruitnt and training, even human resources, were managed by a subsidiary institution of the ard forces here, which ant that, essentially, the Myanmar Bank Group still had absolute authority.
After Rong Wei got married last month,
His father bought him an off-road vehicle for commuting. Mi Hao had so recollection of the brand; it seed he had seen advertisents for it on dostic TV, but he didn’t know which country it was from, nor had he looked into it deeply.
It had a very attractive appearance.
"Do you recognize this brand?" Rong Wei asked with a smile.
Mi Hao nodded.
"Sowhat."
Rong Wei smiled and said, "This car is imported from Huaxia, but the actual controller of this car company is on our side." In this territory, purchases are generally only recognized by brands of the Myanmar Group.
The reason is simple.
Its products.
Their quality is absolutely not bad.
Over ti, trust has been established, and moreover, he was a mber of the security team himself. His superiors all drove this kind of vehicle. If you drive a rcedes-Benz, BMW, Toyota, or Audi,
That would be out of place!
"This is your car company?" Mi Hao asked in surprise.
"Right, this company previously took out loans from the Huaxia governnt and set up a car manufacturing company in Huaxia that has just gained the capacity for large-scale mass production. Just like that, they are selling it back here."
Rong Wei explained.
Mi Hao naively asked, "Why don’t you build a car company here?"
"Industry matching, in this regard, you Huaxia people indeed have an advantage, especially two years ago when our industry here had just started not long ago. Now that it has developed, we’ve also started construction of a branch factory in Myanmar."
Rong Wei said with his own understanding.
"I see."
Mi Hao nodded.
That’s right.
Without the industrial support, investing in automotive manufacture makes no sense.
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