Yang Bo looked at Wu La, "What should I do if I want to enter the mining area?"
Wu La looked at Yang Bo in surprise, "You want to enter the mining area?"
Yang Bo nodded, "Yes, I'm here to mine, not to buy wool."
Wu La was so frightened that he almost stood up, "You you have to know that mining is not done casually, and requires formalities and approvals!"
"I have it," Yang Bo said.
Wu La was a little stunned. He didn't expect that the boss he brought with him had such a big background. The person who could get the approval was definitely not an ordinary person!
After briefly thinking for a moment, Wu La stopped thinking about it and said, "Okay, I will sort out the mine information I know tonight and summarize it for you tomorrow!"
Yang Bo was a little surprised, "That's great."
Everyone went back to their rooms to rest. They were tired after a whole day. Yang Bo lay down and was about to fall asleep when he heard a noise coming from outside.
Yang Bo opened the window and looked over. It seemed that the whole town was boiling. Crowds gathered everywhere. People were shouting, pushing, crying and beating.
Yue Junyao looked over, "What's going on?"
Yang Bo shook his head, "I don't know what happened, there was a sudden commotion."
Yue Junyao came over, Bai Shengsheng¡¯s arms were lying on the window sill, ¡°Is it some kind of traditional festival? Like the Water Splashing Festival or the Torch Festival?¡±
Yang Bo was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "You are really imaginative, you can think of all this."
Yue Junyao smiled and said: "Otherwise, what will they do? Is the whole town going to fight?"
While chatting, there was a knock on the door suddenly. Yang Bo opened the door and saw Wu La standing outside the door, panting. "Don't go out. There is a riot outside. It is easy to get hurt accidentally if you go out."
Yang Bo asked: "What happened?"
¡°It was an Indian who raped a Burmese girl and caused the riot.¡± Wu La said.
¡°Can¡¯t the police just go over and handle this kind of thing?¡± Yue Junyao asked.
Wu La shook his head, "If we could handle it well, this kind of thing wouldn't happen. This is not the capital, and the security management is much worse. Moreover, there are many rich and powerful people living here, and the police can't control it at all!"
Yang Bo nodded with some understanding. After all, there is no strong centralized government here. However, it is precisely because of this that he had the opportunity to come here!
Why can only people with the title of Jade King be allowed to mine? It¡¯s because the Burmese people reject foreigners and don¡¯t want foreigners to come here to mine. As the country is the largest consumer of jade, almost all jadeite flows into the inland, and the inland People need the right to speak, and this authority is opened to people from the mainland!
"Don't worry, we won't go out." Yang Bo said.
Wu La nodded and walked out.
The shouting outside the window has not stopped yet. Yang Bo did not say anything more. He was very satisfied with the fact that he was able to mobilize more than a hundred retired soldiers to come here. In this environment, if he cannot increase his own strength, he can only sit down. Waiting to die!
The next day, Yang Bo got up, lay on the window sill and looked outside.
The crowd still dispersed, leaving a mess on the ground. Shoes, bricks, clothes were scattered all over the ground, and there were even several pools of blood left on the ground. Everything was quiet. Only these traces could prove what happened last night.
Yang Bo stared at the situation in front of him and thought to himself, no matter what the domestic environment is, it is a great happiness to have a stable environment and a relatively clear government!
On the second day, Yang Bo was not in a hurry to enter the mountain, and followed Wu La to a teahouse in the center of the town. According to Wu La, the owner of this teahouse was very prestigious back then and was the top person in the jade industry.
Every time something happened in the industry, people would come to him to discuss matters, and the discussions were always held in the teahouse. Over time, the habit of discussing matters in the teahouse was formed. Later, when the old man passed away, the habit of discussing matters in the teahouse disappeared, but this teahouse became a It is a centralized place for purchasing jadeite wool.
Every day there are bosses sitting here, waiting for the raw materials to be delivered, while they conduct bidding transactions.
Yang Bo did not get in the car, but just walked over with Fatty Liu, Yue Junyao, Wu Qiang and Wu La, while the bodyguard followed behind in a car.
Passing by an intersection, Wu La pointed to a red chopping board-like object in the middle of the road and introduced: "That is the center of the town!"
After walking through a block, Yang Bo came to the teahouse. There were already many people sitting here. Many people ordered a pot of tea in front of them and sat there chatting, seemingly bored.
There was a sudden sound in his ears. Yang Bo was stunned for a moment. He turned around and saw a tractor driving over. It was a simple tractor with a flatbed truck pulled behind it. On the flatbed truck, a piece of A piece of wool that needs to be hugged by one person.
Yang Bo could smell a stink even from a distance. He took a look and saw some yellow stolen goods on the wool.
Wu La smiled and said, "This should be placed under the pig pen. In the past, jade was not that valuable. Many rough stones were used to build houses, huts, and pig pens. Now if you open it up, there will be a lot of rough stones that can be used to repair houses, huts, and pig pens." Take it and sell it!
Yang Bo and others walked in and sat down. No one bothered to look at them. Everyone's attention was transferred to the jade wool.
The tractor stopped outside the door of the teahouse, and one person walked out first. Then he held his nose and stepped back, yelling at the outside: "You are really blind. Selling jade wool is worth money, and you don't know how to wash it." Wash it and send it over! Your pig shit is still on it, who the hell wants to buy it?"
The tractor was driven by a dark-skinned old man. He was holding a green cigarette in his hand and was dressed in ragged clothes. He smiled apologetically toward the teahouse and said: "Everyone, I'm really sorry. I'm going to rush now! I'm going to rush now!"
Two waiters walked out of the teahouse, covering their noses and helping the old man push the car aside. There was a special washing station there, and they rushed over it with water guns, causing water to splash everywhere.
Fatty Liu, however, became interested in the cigarette in the old man's hand, "What kind of cigarette is that? Why is it green?"
Wu La smiled and said: "You haven't seen it before, right? It's made of dried tobacco and then rolled up, so it can be smoked directly!"
Fatty Liu was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "I really haven't seen this before."
"Domestic cigarettes are all filtered. Of course, some people use newspapers to roll tobacco directly and smoke it. The conditions are indeed much better." Yang Bo said.
While talking, the entire flatbed truck was washed and pulled over again.
Yang Bo looked up, and a brilliance flashed before his eyes. He stared at the jade wool, but he was a little surprised.
There¡¯s something wrong with this!
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