Walking down the steps.
Mi Hao saw the two of them and asked, "How are you getting back?"
"There’s a bus," Duan Yi said.
"Is it far?"
"Not far, it’ll only take fifteen minutes." Seeing her daughter look at her, Duan Yi’s mother said, taking a good look at Mi Hao, he looks alright, just seems his age doesn’t quite match.
Seeing Mother Duan’s gaze.
Mi Hao understood.
Realized instantly, his own mother now has the sa look when going out to see girls.
Understanding.
Her daughter is at the age to get married.
Mothers compare everyone to the ’ideal son-in-law.’
She’s no exception.
In school, they strictly prevent early relationships, but once you reach age, they push for marriage, driving young adults who don’t yet understand what marriage or love is into mundane life matters.
It’s inevitable.
"Take our company’s car," Mi Hao invited.
"Alright."
Duan Yi is generous.
She agreed directly.
They got into the car that had co to pick up Mi Hao, not so International big brand, but Duan Yi knew, it was the Myanmar car brand, because the streets of Myanmar are full of these cars, very few other brands.
The design is as good as those high-end cars.
The interior is quite nice too.
"Provided by the company?"
"No, it’s communal, mainly for daily travel and hosting VIPs."
Tang Kai’s Construction Company isn’t extravagant but not frugal either, probably because they get all the projects from Ling here, they spent a lot of Asia Dollars, buying a lot of things from Myanmar companies.
Cars.
Is just one of the items.
Buying cars.
Whatever Myanmar company offers, they absolutely won’t buy other brands. In fact, after using them for a long ti, Mi Hao found the quality is genuinely good, although the price isn’t cheap, but makes you feel safe using them.
"Really nice."
Duan Yi smiled lightly.
Mother Duan gave an address.
"Coincidentally, it’s pretty close to us, just two streets over," the driver said.
In less than ten minutes.
The car arrived at the destination.
This is a comrcial street.
"Thank you."
"You’re welco."
After Duan Yi and her mother got off the car, they waved goodbye to Mi Hao.
As the car left.
Duan Yi’s mother imdiately asked, "Who is he?"
"t him on the train, sat next to ."
"What does he do?"
"Ca here for work."
"Which company?"
"Mom! You’re doing a background check now?" Duan Yi said helplessly.
"Quickly tell."
"His daughter is already in primary school, ca here from Huaxia last year, now he’s a project manager here, going to build that new city in India," Duan Yi briefly introduced.
"That must be a big project, what company managed to get it?"
Duan Yi’s mother knew about the colossal project across the street, word is everywhere now, heard the bidding is managed by Myanmar Bank Group, ordinary people can’t touch this pie.
So many construction companies eyeing it.
Huaxia.
India.
Myanmar.
Western Countries.
Southeast Asian countries all have companies involved.
Besides construction.
A city needs countless supporting facilities, landscaping, decoration, water supply, power plant, communication, furniture hardware... driving a large upstream and downstream industry.
It’s quite bustling.
"Tang Kai’s Construction Company, the na is a bit long, didn’t rember it."
Duan Yi shook her head.
"If it’s his company, they indeed have the capability to win projects here." Having been here for so long, witnessing Tang Kai’s rise step by step, a leader among Chinese businessn in Myanmar.
Quite remarkable.
Most remarkable is Tang Qing.
The youngster who holds the sa status in Huaxia as Tang Kai in Myanmar.
The whole family is incredibly adept at business.
"How much further?"
"Not much further, just a little ahead, we live on the third floor of that shop." This comrcial street is a mixed-use building, businesses below, living quarters above, not very tall floors.
Full of exotic flavor.
Many storefronts have red lanterns hung outside, evidently Chinese shops.
"A lot of Indians."
"Of course."
Chinese.
Indians.
Locals.
Are nearly evenly matched here.
This balance.
Is not about numbers.
But just this comrcial street, given the location on the border, lots of locals, and close to India, lots of people coming over too, Chinese make up less than three percent but run considerable businesses.
Duan Yi’s parents’ shop serves Chinese food.
Also does night market.
The comrcial street is exceptionally lively at this mont, despite being ten o’clock, it’s not quiet, generally, after night falls it gets bustling.
"These houses must be expensive."
"Yes, usually not available for purchase, mostly old city compensation houses, nearly all compensated to the original county residents, while the original site county is being relocated for new construction, considering buying in."
"Buy? Are you going to buy?"
"Thinking about it."
Mother Duan nodded.
Langyu County is located on the border, India and Myanmar’s largest trade county now, has great future potential, business-minded, also considering investnt, especially since India’s new city is right across.
If the Indian side develops that city strongly.
Great future appreciation potential.
She has another consideration.
Before.
Huaxia people going to India had to take airplanes and ships, wanting to experience Indian charm but wary of bad safety, Langyu County would appear before them now, a very good tourist spot.
"How much would a shop like this cost?" Duan Yi casually pointed to a nearby shop, two floors, considerable size.
"Around three million."
"Three million? RMB?"
Duan Yi was astonished.
Aside from before paying tuition, she’s never had more than three thousand in her pocket, two hundred million is no small amount.
"Mm."
Honestly.
Mother Duan thought it was alright.
Value matches the price.
If this really develops, it wouldn’t be too expensive. As for whether it certainly will develop, just quite a probable chance, otherwise, if it’s certain, it wouldn’t be their turn to buy.
Plenty of local tyrants in India too.
Old city relocation civil residences are being built, many bought entire neighborhoods by Indians.
Just the shops are a bit costly.
But half are already sold, just these few days, they must decide quickly, or else get snapped up, lucky there are restrictions here on Indian ’buying group’.
Otherwise.
They’d have bought them all up.
She dare not underestimate Indians.
Ordinary people may be poor, but those landlord class are wealthy.
"Does our family have that much money?"
"Need to loan so."
"Dostic loans?"
"Loan here, we plan to take out over half of the money earned over these years, make the down paynt, the rest from Myanmar Bank loans, I’ve consulted, we’ve been doing business in Myanmar for five years, credit is enough."
"Can handle large unsecured personal loans, but only limited to purchasing non-Myanmar Economic Zone real estate, and within three years operationally purchased real estate cannot enter the transaction market."
Mother Duan feels this side is quite friendly to Chinese.
No need to rush or send.
Can get it processed.
"Although loans here are easier than dostically, with additional terms, as long as it’s normal business and consumption behavior, it’s still looser than dostic."
For economic cris.
Prevention here is different from Huaxia.
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