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Chapter 412 Chapter 435-436 Shwedagon Pagoda (Part 1 and Part 2)

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    As if he saw Zhuang Rui's thoughts, Peng Fei smiled and said: "Brother Zhuang, most of the taxis in Yangon are Japanese cars from the 1980s. Even if they have air conditioning, they have broken down a long time ago. This  The hotel is not low-end, so it should have a car, but there are so many people living here, and when the time comes to use a car, you may not be able to get one"

    The hotel that Song Jun booked is called Sedona. It is a five-star hotel. Most of the jadeite wool buyers from mainland China, Hong Kong, Taiwan and many foreign countries stay at this hotel. It is also the country of Myanmar.  Hotel.

    Every year during the Jade Public Sale season, it is difficult to reserve a room here, but the price here is not cheap. It costs about three hundred dollars a night, which is much higher than five-star hotels in China.

    There are thousands of wool merchants from various countries living in the hotel. The hotel's own car is simply not enough for them. Although the hotel's car fee will be higher, who can care about that if they can come here?  How much money?

    "This weather is even hotter than Hainan, brother, let's go, why are you standing here"

    While Zhuang Rui and Peng Fei were talking, Song Jun and others also got out of the taxi. Fatty Ma even took a towel and wiped it hard back and forth on his face. The white cultural shirt on his body had long been wiped.  He was soaked with sweat and clung to his body, showing off his fat body.

    Walking into the hotel lobby, a huge oil painting caught Zhuang Rui's eye. It was an oil painting with a sky blue background. On the painting stood a girl wearing traditional Burmese clothes, holding a white jar in her hand.  .

    Behind the girl, there are Burmese jade merchants, bargaining with wool buyers from out of town, staying up late to select wool and reaching a deal, and toasting to celebrate. Their identities can be clearly distinguished from their clothing.  , and the facial expressions are drawn lifelike.

    Businessmen from all over the world were standing under the oil painting and taking photos. On a whim, Zhuang Rui found a digital camera from his bag and gave it to Peng Fei, asking him to take a photo of himself.

    "Hey, isn't this Boss Zhuang? Boss Zhuang, let's take a photo together"

    As soon as Zhuang Rui stood over, he heard the greeting. He turned around and saw, hey, he is really an acquaintance. It is Mr. Han who he met at the Pingzhou Jade Market. He is the helmsman of Han's jewelry. He even sold him a piece of it.  What about wool?

    Fatty Han was not polite. He came over and put his arm around Zhuang Rui's shoulders, shouting for his people to take a group photo.

    "Boss Zhuang, I live in room 128. If you are free in the evening, I will be the host and we can have a drink. Oops, Boss Song and Boss Ma are also here. What a coincidence"

    Seeing Fatty Han greeting Song and Jun, Zhuang Rui wiped away cold sweat. Mr. Han was a little too enthusiastic. He was not a woman, so he grabbed his hand and refused to let go.

    But just as Boss Han left, a group of people cheered behind him and greeted Zhuang Rui. Some wanted to take photos, shake hands, and even wanted to sign autographs. Zhuang Rui couldn't help but be dumbfounded. He was nothing.  Stars, are these people sick or something?

    However, among this group of people, there were quite a few familiar faces. They must have met them in Pingzhou. Zhuang Rui couldn't straighten his face and dealt with it with a fake smile. After everyone shook hands and took a group photo,  Zhuang Rui was covered in stinky sweat, and he quickly asked Peng Fei to get into the elevator.

    "Hey, Zhuang Ouch"

    As soon as Zhuang Rui entered the elevator, someone inside stretched out his hand to Zhuang Rui and patted him on the shoulder. However, Peng Fei, who was following Zhuang Rui, grabbed the hand and applied a little force, causing the other person to scream in pain.

    "Peng Fei, you are my friend"

    When Zhuang Rui saw this man, he couldn't help but laugh. He and he were really destined. The first time he came into contact with stone gambling, he met this kid. The second time he accumulated initial funds, he also met him. He didn't expect it.  I could actually see him in a foreign country.

    Seeing Yang Hao rubbing his hands, Zhuang Rui asked with a smile: "The people outside didn't know what was going on. They all pulled me. It was really weird. Don't worry, my friend didn't mean it  ¡­¡±

    ¡°You don¡¯t know yet, but your name is very famous in the stone betting circles now. You are called a lucky boy. Others want to taint some of your wealth"

    After Yang Hao heard Zhuang Rui's words, he also smiled. Zhuang Rui was still not famous when he was betting on stones in Nanjing. After all, it was normal in the stone betting circle to bet up to 8 million, but in the stone gambling circle,  Pingzhou really shined. He extracted the best jadeite from two pieces of scraps one after another, which surprised many people.

    Not to mention the sky-high price tag, ?They were all a crowd, but no one was making any noise. They were all following the flow of people in an orderly manner, paying homage to each Buddha statue enshrined in the pagoda.

    After walking around the Shwedagon Pagoda and visiting several relics of the Buddha, Zhuang Rui and Yang Hao walked out of the Shwedagon Pagoda from the southeast corner. The sun was still shining brightly in the sky, but Zhuang Rui and Yang Hao  I don't feel so hot now, maybe it's due to the tranquility of my mind.

    In the southeast corner of the Shwedagon Pagoda, there is an ancient Bodhi tree, which is said to have been transplanted from the sacred tree nursery of Sakyamuni's Vajra Throne in India. To the left of the ancient Bodhi tree, there is another tree built during the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty.  A Chinese temple named "Fuhui Palace" was built with donations from overseas Chinese.

    It's a lot more lively here. Many vendors are selling souvenirs and some antique coins on the ground. The high-pitched temples with Chinese characteristics, and the vendors' shouts mixed with Chinese, give Zhuang Rui the feeling of coming here.  Go to the domestic antique market in general.

    "Peng Fei, look at what's fun and buy some for Nannan and Yaya to take back"

    After Ouyang Wan took her daughter back to the courtyard yesterday, the little one immediately became familiar with Yaya. The rest of her brothers and sisters were much older than her and couldn't play together. Now that Yaya is at home, the little daughter will immediately become familiar with her.  He became Yaya's follower, and the relationship between the two little girls was extremely good.

    Before coming, Zhuang Rui withdrew 30,000 US dollars and put it on Peng Fei, so Peng Fei paid for all the expenses along the way.

    Most of the stalls here are carvings of figures or Buddha statues. The materials used are nothing more than ivory and wood. Although the carving work is not bad, Zhuang Rui is not very fond of it. He never believes that foreign monks can chant sutras.  In this case, why do you come here to invite the Bodhisattva when you have nothing to do?

    "Come and take a look at my place. They are all authentic ivory, bamboo, and old wood root carvings. They are guaranteed to be genuine"

    When a few people walked to a stall, the stall owner's pure Mandarin attracted Zhuang Rui and others. Many Burmese people can speak Chinese, but they can clearly hear the jerkiness in the language, and this one looks like  The fluent Mandarin spoken by a middle-aged man in his thirties showed that he was definitely Chinese.

    The variety of items at his stall is relatively rich. In addition to the Buddha statues carved from wood, ivory and bones, there are also handmade bamboo vases and other items. Of course, they are only decorations and cannot hold water.  It is quite exquisite, and there are also rattan products and colorful sand cages covered with sequins, which are very characteristic of Myanmar.

    Zhuang Rui was attracted by those sand cages. He crouched down and took a look, and casually asked the stall owner: "Brother, judging from your accent, are you Chinese?"

    The stall owner replied: "Yes, it has been more than half a century since my grandfather's generation came to Myanmar, but he returned to the motherland to recognize his relatives the year before last"

    Zhuang Rui couldn¡¯t help but feel awe after hearing this, and asked: ¡°Did your grandfather stay in Myanmar during the Chinese Expeditionary Force?¡±

    There are quite a few Chinese people living in Myanmar, and they are all soldiers.

    During the Anti-Japanese War, China sent two expeditionary forces with a total strength of 260,000 to fight in Myanmar. Due to poor command and poor coordination by the Allied forces, the first expedition ended in failure. In the defeat, they were captured and bombed.  As many as 70,000 people died, were starved to death, or were killed by infectious diseases, or were missing.

    Many surviving Chinese soldiers stayed in Myanmar. It was not until the 1990s that this dusty history was re-revealed. At that time, there was also a wave of activities to welcome the remains of the fallen heroes. Many of them  Veterans also returned to the mainland to trace their roots and ancestors.

    The second type of people who stayed in Myanmar were the Kuomintang troops headed by Li Mi who were defeated from Yunnan and other places during the Liberation War, entered Myanmar, and established themselves in the Golden Triangle area.

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