Chapter 1211: Liu Jincui

After counting the money, Shen Jiandong glanced at Wang Yan, who was smoking with a smile, then turned back to look at Shen Xing.

"He gave you money too?"

"Ah." Shen Xing nodded in response.

"Don't take his money; give it back to him. You have no ambition whatsoever." Shen Jiandong turned to face Wang Yan. "Don't work for me anymore. My temple is too small to house a great Buddha like you; go find your own path."

Wang Yan knew that Guo Li Min must have returned in a hurry earlier, and he had left just as quickly. Moreover, Guo Li Min was driving the car that should have been driven by Shen Xing, appearing particularly flustered, which Shen Jiandong had seen, prompting him to question Guo Li Min about the situation.

Upon hearing that more than twenty people had abducted someone with guns, Shen Jiandong was already like an ant on a hot pan; he estimated he had already started contacting people to rescue his own nephew. If it were any later, he might have had to go to their door to save him personally.

"Old Shen, you still have some misunderstandings about me," Wang Yan said with a smile. "Today's incident was indeed my fault, but this place is just like this. It's not as if being honest and law-abiding guarantees safety. The more honest you are, the less safe you become; yet if you aren't honest, you won't live long either. You've been mixing around here for over ten years; you should know some people."

"Why can you do business steadily here? Because you rely on Sang Kang. And what kind of person is Sang Kang? A drug lord, a warlord. You work for them; is the money you earn clean? You old rascal still look down on the money I robbed? After mixing around for so many years, haven't you recognized the true nature of this place? The law of the jungle, strength is king, a big fist is the hard truth, Old Shen."

"You don't need to say so much to me. I am the boss here. I'm not keeping you; leave."

Wang Yan smiled, pulled a gun from his pocket, slapped it onto the table with a 'ka' sound, and lazily squinted at Shen Jiandong, looking every bit the arch-villain.

"Come on, say that again so I can hear it."

"Trying to scare me with a little gun? Let me tell you..."

"Click-clack—" The sound of a pistol being chambered rang out, followed by a heavy slap onto the table.

"Brother Yan, Brother Yan, dear brother, don't be impulsive, don't be impulsive! An accidental discharge would be bad," Shen Xing said, seeing the situation turning sour, and quickly rushed over to soothe Wang Yan.

Shen Jiandong, however, held his ground stiffly, staring fiercely at Wang Yan.

Wang Yan laughed heartily. "Xing'er, don't be afraid; I'm just teasing your uncle. See, doesn't this show he also knows what 'a big fist' means?"

Immediately, he fiddled with the gun, ejected the chamber, pressed the bullet back into the magazine, and loaded it back into the gun.

He said, "Fine, I'm not the type to shamelessly cling on. I'm already a millionaire; continuing to work for you as a steel fixer doesn't look right. Let me mention one thing first, Old Shen: you can't get in touch with Sang Kang, can you?"

"It's none of your business; I've already settled your wages."

Wang Yan shook his head. "I've heard that Ban Long attacked Sang Kang's territory and drove him away. Even if your project funds exist, it's difficult for him to deliver them to you now. It's only been one month; the workers can still hold on. But by next month, if your wages aren't paid, the workers will refuse to work. Monthly payment was the condition you agreed to. At the very least, you must settle once every two months."

"So, this hurdle will be hard for you to cross. As for me, I have some money now, and I'm not afraid of Sang Kang. If you have no other options, transfer the company to me; I'll give you some more money, and you can go back to our country to retire. Xing'er has my phone number; just call me when the time comes. Also, Xing'er."

"Hey, Brother Yan," Shen Xing responded quickly.

"Don't be afraid regarding the Century Casino. As long as I don't die, they absolutely won't dare to touch you guys. I'll go find that white-haired man in a moment and tell him personally."

Saying this, Wang Yan stood up, holstered his gun, waved his hand, and said, "Alright, I'll pack my things and scram."

"Brother Yan, let me go with you," Guo Li Min said hurriedly.

"No rush. Wandering around outside with me is quite dangerous; you get weak in the knees when you're scared and won't even be able to run. It's safer here. Old Shen will likely not survive this hurdle. I'll go out and have some fun first; I'll be back within two months. Once I take over this construction site, I'll make you the manager. Read more books in your spare time; you can't last long without knowledge. Later, when the hotel is built and we start operating it, we'll have firmly established ourselves here."

"Hmph!"

At this moment, Shen Jiandong snorted coldly from the side, thinking Wang Yan was indulging in wishful thinking.

Wang Yan laughed heartily, not caring at all.

"Xing'er, your uncle is old and wouldn't even dare to imagine such things. When the time comes, just call me, and I'll clean up the mess for you."

Shen Xing naturally couldn't respond to that; he just looked reluctant to part. "Brother Yan..."

Wang Yan smiled and shook his head, not listening to whatever he was saying. Chatting all the way with Guo Li Min and leaving some parting instructions, he went to the dormitory, packed his belongings, and left the construction site carrying the bundle he had arrived with.

Guo Li Min, Shen Xing, and even Shen Jiandong all stood at the entrance, watching Wang Yan stroll away into the distance.

Only after Wang Yan disappeared did Shen Jiandong, who had been holding back his anger for a long time, pinch Shen Xing's ear. "Come, come, come, follow me; us uncle and nephew need to have a good chat."

Only Guo Li Min remained, looking at the road outside the construction site, tightly clutching the ten stacks of red banknotes he had hidden inside his jacket...

"Oh, Uncle, Wang Yan is truly a good person."

Having been kicked twice by Shen Jiandong, Shen Xing sat on a stool defending Wang Yan.

"A good person? Look at his behavior; he's like a madman. Even those warlords don't pull out guns at the drop of a hat, do they?"

"Wasn't that just because he thought you were being stubborn? He was just scaring you; he definitely wouldn't have fired."

"Good, so you're laughing at my expense, are you?"

"Oh, Uncle!" Shen Xing said. "Do you know what Wang Yan did before? He robbed that boss of the Century Casino of two million and killed one of his subordinates. Today, when I was captured and forced to kneel there, watching with my own eyes, Wang Yan broke through the window and slaughtered everyone in all directions. Bang-bang-bang-bang! He shot the gun-hands of everyone in the room, crippling them. There was one who secretly tried to ambush him with a gun; without even blinking, Wang Yan shot him straight in the head, right before my eyes..."

The more Shen Xing spoke, the more frightened he became; his body trembled, and his voice grew weak. The fear he had suppressed earlier surged over him once again. Yet he still persisted in recounting the entire event to Shen Jiandong.

"Uncle, just tell me, in a situation like that, who would dare to go save someone? He and I are neither relatives nor friends; why should he care whether I live or die? Yet he still went. Although his temper is unpredictable and he seems quite terrifying, he keeps his word. I thought there was no way he would come, but he did, and he even gave me a hundred thousand to calm my nerves."

Shen Jiandong fell silent and lit a cigarette.

Shen Xing took one for himself and said, "Uncle, Wang Yan is not an ordinary person."

"Need you tell me that? Who else could take a handgun and fight over twenty people alone? Anyone else would have been turned into a sieve long ago. Could they have saved you? Could they have robbed another five million? This is having great skill and great courage."

"Right?" Shen Xing felt an inexplicable sense of pride by association.

Shen Jiandong glanced at him sideways. "That doesn't mean you can mix with him. He might not die, but you'll die fast. This guy is a ruthless bandit."

"I'm starting to get the feeling now."

"No, I still need to find some people to mediate. Otherwise, we can't compete with those folks."

"Absolutely not!" Shen Xing hurriedly stopped him. "Uncle, think about it: they were just robbed of five million, so many of their men were crippled, and one died. How furious must they be? And you want to actively approach them now? Isn't that seeking death? Just listen to Wang Yan; he certainly won't harm us, otherwise why would he have saved me? He understands this situation better than we do."

While this uncle-and-nephew pair remained unconvinced by each other, exchanging opinions and mutually feeling the aftershocks of fear, Wang Yan had already strolled with his bag to the entrance of the Century Casino.

In the time it took to buy milk tea at the entrance, Yan Baimei came running out like a fawning dog.

"Wang Laoban, what's up?"

Letting Yan Baimei pay the bill, Wang Yan smiled and asked, "You haven't been plotting revenge against me, have you?"

"How could that be possible? There's a Chinese saying: 'Once is acceptable, twice is tolerable, but a third time is unforgivable.' If I were still so ignorant, I would deserve to die."

"Good, you even know idioms."

Smiling cheerfully, Wang Yan walked ahead carrying his bag, heading straight upstairs. Entering the office that had just been cleaned, he saw the code dealer lying on the floor like a pile of mud.

Sitting on the sofa with his feet propped up, Wang Yan said, "Venting your anger? It's fine; I understand. As long as you don't vent on me. Was this the guy who was watching over things this time?"

"Wang Laoban is wise," Yan Baimei praised, diligently pouring wine for Wang Yan while ordering his subordinates to take that code dealer away so he wouldn't be an eyesore here.

That kid is definitely not going to survive...

"Wang Laoban is..." Yan Baimei looked at the bag in Wang Yan's hand and voiced his question.

"That kid you just caught is the nephew of the construction site boss at Xinhao Hotel. He's afraid of you, dares not offend you, fears getting dragged into trouble, so he stopped letting me work, kicked me out, and I have nowhere to go."

"That's too much." Yan Baimei was filled with indignation. "Wang Laoban, rest assured, even if their backing is Sangkang, we aren't afraid. I'll have someone go right now..."

"Enough, stop acting with me." Wang Yan waved his hand. "If I wanted to mess with them, why would I save that kid? Running away would be so much cleaner. I'm a good person, repay kindness with gratitude, and I keep my word. I was hired by them, they provided food and lodging, helped me settle down—that's a kindness."

Being stared at with a smile by Wang Yan made Yan Baimei's scalp tingle; he hurriedly responded, "Yes, yes, yes, Wang Laoban, rest assured, I definitely won't touch them."

"Touching them is fine, provided I'm dead. Otherwise, just wait."

Yan Baimei could only agree; what else could he say?

He actually knew.

So he said very sensibly, "Wang Laoban has nowhere to go now; I wonder if there's anything I can help you with?"

"I knew Boss Bai understands reason." Wang Yan nodded with a smile. "This is the first time in my life I've been abroad; I want to see all around Sanbianpo. I heard public transport here isn't developed; I'd like to borrow a car from you."

"Wang Laoban is too polite; I'll give you one." Immediately, he picked up his phone, arranged something in Burmese with a mumble, and smiled at Wang Yan, "It'll be here in a moment, fully fueled."

"Won't I get caught if I drive it out?"

"I'm sure Wang Laoban won't get caught, then come back and blow my head off." Yan Baimei relaxed a bit, his speech even becoming humorous.

Wang Yan laughed, left his phone number with Yan Baimei: "If you want to find me, you can call me; I'll tell you where I am; you can come find me anytime."

"Wang Laoban is joking; if I find Wang Laoban, it will surely be to give Wang Laoban money, not for anything else."

The two exchanged a few jokes; before long, someone came up to notify them that the car had been delivered, so Wang Yan, carrying the bag, went downstairs with Yan Baimei.

At the hotel entrance, a Toyota Land Cruiser was already parked, though it looked quite old on the outside.

"Wang Laoban, over here, most cars are second-hand units smuggled in from Japan and Korea. Knowing Wang Laoban is Chinese and unaccustomed to right-hand drive, I specifically had someone find a left-hand drive one. It's a six-year-old car, driven 120,000 kilometers; over here, that's already very new."

"This car is also suited to the roads here, perfect for Wang Laoban's travels. There's also a permit; Wang Laoban might not understand since you just arrived here, but only with a federal government permit can you drive around freely; otherwise, you'll be arrested by the government army, and it'll cost a lot of money to get out. Additionally, a map has been prepared for Wang Laoban, the car is fully fueled, and Wang Laoban can depart anytime."

"Kicking me out?"

"How could that be?" Yan Baimei gave a dry laugh.

Wang Yan patted his shoulder, opened the car door, got in, said nothing more, started the car decisively, stepped on the gas, and left.

Watching the car speed away, Yan Baimei let out a long breath; this ancestor had finally left.

He truly didn't want to seek revenge anymore because there was simply no way to kill in one strike. Was that even human? He managed to climb in through a window, fought twenty-plus people alone with guns, emerged completely unscathed, and precisely controlled the damage. He was truly someone he couldn't provoke; he just had to consider it a loss of many years' accumulation. At least his business remained; as long as there was time, he could always earn it back...

The roads in Sanbianpo are hard to travel.

This isn't a metaphor; it's purely literal.

Over here, paved roads are rare, even concrete roads are rare; outside towns, there are only dirt roads. Even the dirt roads aren't standard. Some are hardened, others are not.

And the climate here is naturally rainy; if a rainstorm comes, hardened roads are still passable, but dirt roads become mud pits. Without off-road capability and with low horsepower, it's truly hard to travel.

Most vehicles on the road are trucks, but traffic isn't dense; often, you can only see one after a long while. Sometimes it's a single vehicle, sometimes a convoy. Relatively speaking, single individuals in single vehicles are much rarer.

Inside towns, overall, what you see isn't much different from Shi Xiaomeng; the bustling street markets conduct business that would basically be enough for execution if brought back to the domestic country.

The cars driving on the streets are all old, like a museum of vehicle development history. You can see new cars from after the millennium, and you can see old cars from forty or fifty years ago. As Yan Baimei said, most are second-hand cars from Japan and Korea; the most representative are the small trucks over there, seen everywhere here.

Wang Yan had never actually traveled here before; after all, this is Burma, which doesn't even appear on maps. Burmese is a new language; if not for the Living Father's initialization gift of an LV2 skill, he wouldn't speak Burmese.

So, driving with stops along the way, eating and drinking, it was actually somewhat fresh.

His journey wasn't very smooth. Besides government soldiers at various checkpoints shaking down some pocket money, there were also some bandits encountered on the road.

They were small groups, formed by people with great courage, armed with pistols and rifles; their composition might be quite complex—desperate gamblers, junkies with no money to buy powder, and so on. Over here, there are many such people. But those bold enough to come out and rob are relatively rare. So Wang Yan transcended them.

These are people without brains. They are small groups, not large forces, lacking sufficient strength. Those driving off-road vehicles alone basically have backgrounds. Robbing one of them is merely to sell the car, but it won't fetch a good price, and afterward, they will die very miserably. It's better to rob trucks; at least they won't die as hungry ghosts.

Just like that, Wang Yan drove with stops, eating and sightseeing, for four days, finally arriving at the bustling Daqulin.

This place isn't far from Shi Xiaomeng; it's just a few hours' drive. But unlike Shi Xiaomeng, this is the true core area of Sanbianpo, where the situation is even more complex.

There is no order here, but there are rules; it is the long-term friction of violence that formed the rules everyone tacitly accepts. Thus, there is order, maintaining surface-level stability.

But in reality, here, prostitution, gambling, and drugs run rampant; human nature is twisted, morality is lost; every day, some people live worse than death, and some die in pain...

Wang Yan wanted to come and see.

So, his car stopped at the entrance of the Jin Cui Song Hall.

I heard this is the best KTV in Daqulin, with extremely high-quality staff and first-class service. Here, there is an old acquaintance...

Jin Cui Song Hall is named after its boss, Liu Jincui.

She is a woman with short hair, dyed yellow-brown, dressed flamboyantly, with a somewhat thin figure. It's hard to imagine that this old acquaintance was once an intellectual, beautiful doctor who saved lives and healed the wounded.

But this is precisely the surprise the Living Father brought to Wang-Hao-Da-Er-Yan...

"Boss, a new face, first time here?"

It was evening; Liu Jincui was greeting guests at the entrance. She glanced up and down at the entering Wang Yan, actively approached, affectionately put her arm around Wang Yan's arm, and greeted him in Burmese.

【109】 "It's my first time." Wang Yan spoke in Chinese.

"Chinese, compatriot." Liu Jincui also switched to Chinese. "Boss, are you here for tourism or business?"

"Fellow Chinese compatriots." Liu Jincui also switched to Chinese. "Boss, are you here for tourism or business?"

"I think it's big business."

Wang Yan laughed heartily, touching Liu Jincui's hand: "You read people so accurately; I actually have a billion-dollar big business to discuss with you."

Liu Jincui understood Wang Yan's meaning very well; she looked at Wang Yan again and felt it wasn't unacceptable.

So she hugged Wang Yan's arm even tighter: "Boss, I don't accompany guests."

"Sometimes I can accompany."

"That's not cheap."

"Maybe if you're satisfied, I won't charge you." Wang Yan had already put his arm around Liu Jincui's thin shoulders, and his hand naturally covered the not-quite-enough big treasure.

"Boss, if you say that, if I take money today, I won't be satisfied."

"Boss, if you put it that way, I won't be satisfied even after taking the money today."

"Chances are, you'll be the one paying me."

Liu Jincui laughed coquettishly, truly flirtatious: "Then let's wait and see."

Thus, with Wang Yan holding her in his embrace, Liu Jincui led the way, and the two entered the private room...

In this drama, Liu Jincui is not a good person.

Men like to play with women, and she also likes to play with men. The innocent Shen Xing had a bit of a thing for Liu Jincui; he took it seriously.

In the drama, Liu Jincui also played with a foreigner, only to be sued by him for deceiving his feelings. In the lawless Sanbianpo, as long as one did not infringe upon others' interests, foreigners clearly received different treatment, especially those foreign devils. Since the man sued through proper channels, Liu Jincui had no choice but to pay compensation and settle...

But this was clearly not what made Liu Jincui bad; the reason she was not a good person lay in the fact that she was actually a human trafficker.

However, in her own words, she had reasons to explain herself.

If she did not help those girls find a way out, their fates would be bleak anyway; following her allowed them to earn a bit more.

Here called 'new brides,' she sold the local girls to poor families or to black households in the area. After the girls bore children for their buyers and the agreed-upon time arrived, she would take them away and sell them again. Alternatively, they would provide services right here at the Jincui Singing Hall.

She too had a tragic story: her boyfriend had sold her for eight hundred yuan, and the family that bought her subsequently sold her to a black household here for another eight hundred yuan. Within that experience lay bitterness and sorrow, as well as a life of wandering and displacement.

Because the black household here treated her relatively well, she bore them two children, yet the family refused to buy her new clothes; she possessed only that single outfit. So she ran away.

Thus, she loved buying new clothes, purchasing them constantly; she said she simply wanted to dress up beautifully...

It seemed that on villains, there was always some tragic story, always some semblance of the brilliance of humanity. This served to demonstrate that human nature is inherently good, suggesting that evil arises from certain negative aspects of society, thereby giving bad people a plausible excuse, as if they were engaging in some form of resistance.

But this did not change the fact that it was evil. It was not worthy of sympathy, nor worthy of forgiveness.

In countless unknown places, there were always people suffering even more miserably, yet they still struggled to live on...

Of course, evil aside, Liu Jincui's body was flawless, posing no obstacle to Wang Mou's deep contact...