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“Fuck”
A white GAC van shuttled through the traffic on the streets of Yangon.
The Mumbai boy stuck his head out of the window.
He looked at the racing party on a green Suzuki motorcycle that was rushing past him less than fifteen centimeters away from the rearview mirror, and spewed a series of mixed English, Burmese and Hindi words from his mouth Swear words in three languages.
Unlike the 16-year-old in the United States, the age allowed to take a driver's license in Myanmar is 18 years old, but the traffic police on the road basically don't care.
The number of motorcycles here is very high, and the streets and alleys are filled with young people who help their families transport goods, or simply go to work wearing flip-flops and riding motorcycles.
Yangon is considered an international metropolis with very good traffic security in Myanmar. There are many foreign tourists from Eastern Xia, Japan, Singapore, Europe and the United States.
If you go a few hundred kilometers north, in the mixed provinces near the Golden Triangle, it is not easy to find a motor vehicle with a legal license plate.
Gu Weijing has become accustomed to the traffic environment here.
He turned a blind eye to the chaotic streets in front of him. He took out a small piece of paper from his body in the rickety car and checked the goods in the back of the van.
I don’t understand why, but Miss Mona suddenly became cold towards me.
The other party handed his small box to the clerk in the store and politely asked him to leave.
Fortunately, this kind of pure gold has no worries about marketability.
The Mumbai boy in the store was busy looking at it, casually weighed the gold coins on the scale, made a few calls to Shantanu Sahib, and gave him a bundle of about 500 at noon. A banknote of about 10,000 kyats.
It is probably the story of the counterattack of the migrant workers in the hitetir book that activated the entrepreneurial spirit of this Mumbai boy.
The clerk in the gold shop needs to work in the afternoon.
After receiving Gu Weijing's 200,000 kyats as labor fee for running errands, he offered to help purchase the things Gu Weijing needed.
"Don't worry, everything is in the car."
The Mumbai boy honked his horn fiercely at a taxi that came to use the road, and turned his head He smiled at Gu Weijing with his yellow teeth and snapped his fingers.
“No problem guaranteed.”
Children’s crayons, cheap sketchbooks, stationery, building blocks, comics, black and white game consoles that can play Tetris and Pixel Tank Battle
The purchasing power of several million kyats when buying cheap goods is very good.
Myanmar’s per capita GDP is very low and the currency is worthless, but on the other hand, consumption here is also very Low.
As long as you don’t mind the somewhat questionable-looking sanitary conditions.
A large serving of fish soup is served at a street fly stall.Served with coriander, rice noodles and soaked in leftover fried dough sticks sold for breakfast, the locals call this food ohga.
A bowl only costs 600 kyats, which is about RMB 1.8 cents.
A pack of Xi'e brand cigarettes produced by the Kokang Cigarette Factory costs 800 kyats, and a large plastic bag of tropical fruits is taken away from the hands of the children who are helping to sell fruits and freshly squeezed juices. Put two 1,000 kyat coins in the opponent's little hand.
The small toys Gu Weijing asked for could fill a van.
"Where we are going, this van is borrowed. We have to return it at night. We can't go too far."
Miss Mona has a Volvo XC60 city SUV at home. Usually the other party takes that car to go to school, but naturally the Mumbai boy cannot use the owner's car when doing personal work.
"In Yangon, Layyada District."
Gu Weijing took out a piece of paper from his body with an address written on it.
This is the note he asked the guy from the special service team on guard.
According to regulations, it is impossible for the other party to tell him his identity, but a large number of Myanmar’s special forces are from drug enforcement backgrounds, so the other party must be familiar with groups such as drug orphans.
Drug orphans,
are a very common group of people around the Golden Triangle, in the Silver Crescent of the Middle East, in Latin America, and in all places where drugs are rampant.
This term generally refers to a group of orphans whose parents died due to illegal drugs or the drug war.
After parents or relatives die or disappear, children with no one to take care of them will become orphans. Such orphans often freeze to death, starve to death, die in accidents, or are trafficked.
Myanmar is a place with a warm climate.
Contrary to what many people imagine, death from hypothermia does not necessarily need to occur during a snowy season.
Around ten degrees is already a high temperature for hypothermia.
Due to the high humidity, temperatures of more than ten degrees can completely freeze people to death under extreme conditions.
In Yangon, in the news, orphans who died of frostbite due to low temperatures are often found on bridge piers and other places after rain or when the climate suddenly drops.
Tragedies like the little match girl in Andersen’s fairy tale in the 19th century are still happening again and again in modern times.
Gu Weijing hopes to do his best to help these children.
However, after being defrauded by the water fund last time, I know that the water in the orphanage may be deep, so I want to listen to the advice of these professionals.
After listening to Gu Weijing’s request, the special agent was a little moved by his kindness at such a young age.
After thinking for a while, I wrote him a note.
Gu Weijing took out a note from his pocket and it said "Good Luck Orphanage."
Laydaya District,
This is Yangon’s slums are also Myanmar’s industrial-intensive areas.
The branch past YangonThe pillar industry is a tourism industry surrounding the Shwedagon Pagoda, the Rhine Lake, and the old British-style buildings in the city.
However, as the political environment has improved in recent years, there have been many foreign-invested factories in the upper reaches of the Yangon River, and accordingly a large number of migrant workers have poured into Yangon.
In Laydaya District, continuous bungalows can be seen everywhere on the roadside, as well as simple houses built with scaffolding and iron sheets.
Most of the people living in this slum are young factory workers and their families.
They found jobs but could not find housing, so the simple shacks on the roadside spread as quickly as moss after rain.
The shanty towns in Laydaya emerged not long ago, only about five years, which is not too long.
There are probably less than half a million residents living here in total, and the population density is far less than those giant slums in Tianzhu or Malaysia that often have millions of people.
The van followed the navigation map and turned around the twisted roads in the shanty town. After walking a few streets and more than ten minutes, it finally found its destination.
The predecessor of Good Luck Orphanage was a church welfare home during the colonial period.
The missionaries left with the British a hundred years ago, but the orphanage has basically been preserved. The property rights have changed hands several times, and it is still operating in a haphazard manner to this day.
"Hello, sir, this is Mr. Gu, right? Welcome to come."
Gu Weijing had called the orphanage before coming, and the person in charge of the orphanage was Already waiting outside the door.
This is a Burmese woman in her forties, wearing a green coat that looks a little old, with a traditional national headdress on her forehead.
Gu Weijing got off the station and stood at the entrance of the orphanage.
He said nothing.
People say that a city has a bright side and a dark side.
The most glorious aspect of this ancient oriental city is along the Yangon River where Gu Weijing lived.
The bright mirror-like lake, the charming tourist capital, and the shining golden Shwedagon Pagoda are printed on tourist business cards and are sent to all directions by tourists from all over the world.
A few streets away in the same city, there is the back of the coin. The shadows under the light are chaotic, narrow alleys that look like self-reproducing iron shacks stacked together.
Gu Weijing has lived in Yangon for more than ten years, but has never set foot on this land, not even once.
The slums are always the dark side of the city.
Thousands and tens of thousands of people are crowded into small houses, and there is an inextricable depressive atmosphere in the air. All kinds of illegal crimes, theft, robbery and prostitution are commonplace here.
The location of this orphanage is considered dilapidated even in Layada District.
In front of us are desolate buildings. It is almost dusk now, and the last light of the sky shines on this dim land from the west.
Not hereThere were lights, no running water, and only the faint sound of a baby crying in the distance and an old woman holding a candle.
Gu Weijing didn't notice.
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