"Please enjoy your al."
Another big lobster was placed on the table.
All you can eat.
"Thank you!"
In no ti.
It went into the stomachs of Liang Hua and his colleague Sun Ming. They had eaten it before, but encountering an all-you-can-eat was a first. They didn’t care about appearances; eating was the only reality to avoid regrets later.
"Is it from Australia?"
Sun Ming asked while eating.
"I don’t know."
Liang Hua couldn’t tell.
"I only know that Myanmar has indefinitely banned nearshore fishing, so the seafood we get to eat here cos from around the world." The indefinite fishing ban has had a huge effect on protecting the coastal environnt.
Of course.
The premise is to have money.
Otherwise.
What can you eat?
"It seems like Myanmar is in a bit of a nouveau riche mindset," Sun Ming said, "buying everything, throwing money around at the drop of a hat."
"That’s normal."
Liang Hua smiled.
"But if you think Myanmar is just buying things because they have a lot of money, you’re wrong. Their hidden agenda behind spending all that money is to make the Asia Dollar go global and have more countries hold it."
"The new district construction you saw on the airplane."
"Is it just because they have too much money to burn?"
"Of course not."
"It’s a kind of currency exchange in disguise because the main contractors are Huaxia construction companies. Only when Huaxia earns more money from Myanmar will they turn around and buy many products."
"Oasis."
"Is a perfect example."
"If it were just spending money."
"We wouldn’t be willing either. Only by mutually buying can everyone feel fair. Buying Oasis, both sides profit; building cities, both sides profit again. Behind this is a whole set of national economics."
"So."
"Don’t just look at things from the surface; the underlying logic is what’s important."
Liang Hua spoke slowly.
It’s.
Not really a conspiracy, the economic ga between countries is really like that, and Myanmar’s various luxury behaviors shouldn’t just be dismissed as a nouveau riche ntality. That would underestimate Myanmar too much.
If it exists.
It’s reasonable.
"I see."
Sun Ming suddenly understood.
He belongs to the tech-savvy ani fan type and hadn’t paid attention to this.
After the al.
Third floor tea room.
"Refreshing!"
The sun outside the window was bright, just like on the airplane, with glass that can adjust transparency, filtering out the heat, and the warm light shining on the body made Liang Hua want to take a nap here.
"Enjoying it."
"How about going out for a walk?" Sun Ming suggested.
"Forget it."
Liang Hua shook his head.
"Business cos first, let’s go after we finish our tasks."
"Alright then."
There were far fewer people here than in the restaurant. Sun Ming’s eyes were wandering, not glancing towards the bar where two diligent girls were always monitoring the tea pots of guests, refilling when low, and replacing when cold.
One of them was quite beautiful.
One cup.
Two cups.
...
Other guests gradually left, and the tea in the pot on their table was slowly running out.
Soon.
The girl smiled and ca over, adding tea directly without asking if it was needed, and Sun Ming couldn’t help but ask, "Are you a Chinese national?" Since when ordering tea, the girl spoke perfect Chinese.
"I’m from Zhejiang Province." The girl smiled sweetly.
"Zhejiang Province?"
Sun Ming was surprised, and Liang Hua couldn’t help raising his head.
"Yes."
"How did you co here?"
"My family is doing business in Yangon, so I ca along." The girl’s parents run a snack shop here. She used to help out, but later stopped because the money she made here was way better than hiring soone.
Safe?
No need to worry.
Here.
Has one of the world’s top safety rankings.
"Impressive."
Sun Ming praised and casually said, "Working here, the salary should be quite high!"
"It’s okay, not working for long, just more than ten thousand."
After speaking.
The girl turned and went back to the bar, leaving a beautiful silhouette. When she said that, she didn’t feel anything, but almost all those who dined here have business relations with the Myanmar Bank Group.
The treatnt naturally isn’t bad.
Ten thousand.
Isn’t really that much.
Sitting there.
Liang Hua and Sun Ming were both stunned, exchanged glances, speechless.
It’s okay.
Ten thousand.
Just starting?
Damn, making money here is just too easy, if it were before, ten thousand in Myanmar currency converted to RMB would be very little. Now it’s almost one to one, which is much higher than their salaries.
Frustrating.
I thought it was two or three thousand, who knew it was a gold piece.
Can’t ss with that.
As expected.
A local tyrant unit is indeed different. Of course, the two didn’t believe everyone earned such high amounts. Here is the dining departnt; if the cleaners earned this much as well, they’d... their ntality might collapse.
At the bar.
"Xiu Jie, fellow townsman?" the other girl asked in not-so-fluent Chinese.
"No."
Qin Xiu.
Her na.
"Oh."
Didn’t ask more.
The girl’s Chinese was limited too, looking at her, Qin Xiu couldn’t help but pat her head. The girl in front of her was only eighteen. Her family couldn’t support her when she was young, so she was sent to a monastery.
Until she was sixteen.
Later.
God knows what thod Ling used, but these girls, forced by life into monastic life from a young age, returned to secular life, received formal education, and then got assigned to various units, incredibly cute.
No computer.
No mobile phone.
No TV.
Growing up in such an environnt.
Truly.
Their minds are very pure; she didn’t know if this worldly and colorful world is suitable for them. However, it’s said they have options; if willing, they can go back in the future.
Entering the world.
Leaving the world.
Seems pretty good too, those who have not wept bitter tears in the long night are unworthy to speak of life. Experiencing the prosperous world and still adhering to one’s core, is like being as clear as a pearl, only then can one truly say their soul is devout.
...
Afternoon.
The scheduled ti arrived.
"Let’s go."
Liang Hua rose, heading to the hall where hundreds had already gathered to queue for the buses. Eight long luxury coaches with deluxe seats, each row seating only two, each bus having eighteen seats only.
Air conditioning.
Drinking water.
TV.
Attendant.
"..."
This treatnt.
Is similar to the first class cabins of regular planes, it was Liang Hua’s first experience as well, quickly snapping a photo. From the small interior details, it was obvious this vehicle was a custom model.
Not mass-produced, nor rented.
Alright then.
No matter how lavish you get next, I won’t be surprised.
A dozen minutes later.
Reached the treatnt plant.
Got off the bus.
Hmm?
Liang Hua was puzzled.
Weren’t they going to the wastewater treatnt plant? Why co here, in the distance, a massive building reflected a soft glow in the sunlight, looking like an opera house or gymnasium.
What the?
Do we need to hold a press conference first?
However.
The next mont.
He glanced at the sign near the building’s main gate.
"Hiss~"
Liang Hua gasped.
This...
Are you serious?
"Welco everyone to Yangon’s First Wastewater Treatnt Plant, we are now standing above the treatnt plant, the building in front is the plant’s control, managent, and material distribution complex."
What the heck.
What?
You call this a wastewater treatnt plant? Many were shocked, unaware, thinking it was so kind of art center or science and technology museum, now told it was a wastewater treatnt plant.
All around.
Flowers blooming.
Lush vegetation.
Pavilions.
Rock gardens.
Fountains.
...
Your treatnt plant is built like this? The extravagance is off the charts.
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