In the convoy.
A vehicle in the middle.
"You... did very well." Lang Cai looked at Ling beside him, sighing, as Yangon was the forr capital, and now with the new city established, he was also invited.
These past few years.
Ling’s brilliance was too much; the outside world hadn’t paid attention to him for a long ti. Even though he showed his face this ti, he knew no one cared.
In the past.
Bitter.
Now.
Sweet.
The people’s value judgnts were simple: whoever gives them a good life is who they support. And clearly, for them, he remained only a mory.
Moreover,
it wasn’t even a good mory.
If his greatest achievent was allowing Ling to succeed, he learned to surf the web and understood the general mindset of the people, which comforted Lang Cai.
At least,
he still did one correct thing, not being entirely useless.
Three years.
A brand-new Myanmar.
Very good.
It was sothing he had dread of but was unable to accomplish, though slightly lancholic about Ling’s strong desire for power, almost all his subordinates changed allegiance.
Even,
the ’almost’ was just his wishful thinking.
Now,
the situation he thought he could influence from behind the scenes never appeared and evolved into what it is now: Ling almost possessed absolute power.
He,
has cooled off.
Though there’s food and drink,
yet,
no longer has the authority he once had.
"You’re too kind." Ling said faintly.
Seeing this,
Lang Cai’s mouth twitched; Ling was still so reticent, but when it ca to doing things, he was absolutely vigorous, not tolerating any sand in his eyes.
That’s good.
A strong person governing has benefits, reducing internal friction.
Otherwise,
with today’s Myanmar, those technologies, achievents, economy... would have long been controlled by Western Countries, beside a piece of fat at, there must be a knife.
Otherwise,
in the blink of an eye, there might just be an empty cutting board left.
...
Soon.
The convoy left the new city and arrived at the Old City, familiar streets, familiar buildings, only there were more foreigners on the street than when the capital was moved.
The Old City faced demolition.
Therefore,
Lang Cai counted as seeing it one last ti, once he commanded like the wind, his word was law, past glory had beco fleeting scenery.
Truly sigh-worthy.
While looking.
All sorts of mories surged in Lang Cai’s heart.
This store.
That building.
The path beneath his feet.
...
He recognized a lot. In front of him, it wouldn’t be completely demolished; so with historical significance would be preserved, so main roads would also remain as old streets.
The others.
Demolish.
Regarding this,
Lang Cai greatly supported it.
After all.
With new houses, these old ones didn’t look good here, ssy, most were illegal structures he had long wanted to demolish but lacked funds.
For a country with an annual GDP of less than $20 billion back then, maintaining a normal economy was already good enough, where would there be extra money.
Now.
Tear them down.
No matter what is built, it’s better than the ss.
At this mont,
the street was bustling, a large number of trucks carrying furniture and belongings drove to the new city—moving. Everyone was grinning ear to ear, eager to live in new houses.
Whereas tourists and those seeking treatnt would start moving to the new city after a week, this week was mainly to prepare ti for major shops and city institutions.
After all,
involving millions of people, could not be rushed.
"Click!"
"It’s really lively today."
"Yes!"
"A rare sight, let’s go and see the new city too."
"..."
Many tourists took out mobile phones for photos and videos, such a large city move was rare, and even so anchors were broadcasting live on the street.
These years,
Myanmar has risen, quite a few travel anchors would co here, so staying for months, gaining a comprehensive understanding, if it were other countries, they’d just take a glance.
Stroll once around.
But here,
public security is good.
Novelty is abundant.
The environnt is good.
...
In conclusion,
it’s almost the country where cross-border travel anchors stay the longest.
"Welco new friends, hello, I am Xiaoyan, now live broadcasting from Yangon, Myanmar’s Old City."
"Ahead."
"This is not fleeing, have you seen anyone fleeing joyously? No, it’s moving, moving to new hos, today is the first day, transportation is quite congested."
"..."
On the street,
Zhou Yan, an anchor from Huaxia, spoke into his mobile phone. He had been here for a month, entering the Myanmar Economic Zone from Yunnan Province, heading south all the way to Yangon.
Just arrived today.
After cramming, he started his broadcast.
"From what I can see now, the completion ceremony is finished, moving in can begin. Many in the audience don’t understand what the new city ans, let explain here."
"Yangon’s new city."
"Is a modern city newly built next to Myanmar’s original capital, you can refer to Xin’an City, but the layout styles of the two are quite different."
"Now,
after nearly two years, it’s finally completed, the original capital’s millions of people will move over, it’s bigger, better, more spacious there."
"..."
New viewers kept coming.
Didn’t understand,
just asked,
he had to explain over and over.
Actually,
netizens quite liked watching these kinds of live broadcasts because it’s close, plus there are many highlights, almost daily soone broadcasts here, letting them watch with great interest.
Their world view refreshed.
"We’ll go to the new city soon." the anchor said.
In fact,
there were already anchors broadcasting in the new city, but of course needed so uniqueness. So chose to go directly, he chose to focus on the migration from the Old City.
Otherwise,
it’d be uninteresting with overlapping content.
Soon after,
he began driving straight along the main road, capturing scenes of migration all the way, of course, he wouldn’t just film these, as the live broadcast room would get bored quickly.
Along the way,
encountering foreigners, occasionally interviewing them, being an anchor isn’t easy these days, Zhou Yan was originally from a border city in Yunnan Province, spoke Burse.
Loved travel.
Therefore,
he was also quite fluent in English.
This was his advantage, able to communicate with locals and foreigners, having an edge over anchors who only interviewed Chinese.
At this mont,
the streets were dressed in cool attire, able to capture long legs.
Yangon’s latitude is lower than that of Hainan Province, even in December, it wasn’t cold.
Shorts.
Single-layer clothes.
Quite enough.
Suddenly,
he saw a woman supporting an elderly person, speaking Chinese, he smiled and greeted, "Excuse , are you from Huaxia?"
"Yes."
"Hello, I am an anchor, doing a live stream about their move, are you here for treatnt?" the anchor didn’t shy away, asking as he did before.
Would definitely get a glare.
Because,
this implies saying the person is sick, if it’s curable fine, if not, ntioning it would offend people, but now, cancer isn’t a terminal illness.
Here,
such a question isn’t awkward, since more than half the street ca for treatnt, and almost all can be cured, the question caused almost no offence.
Upon hearing,
before the woman spoke, the elderly smiled.
"No."
"We’re here for travel."
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