Chapter 1055: Jade for Munitions

He Yuzhu was not greedy.

He did not empty out all the jadeite raw stones in the warehouse, only letting the system pick out the most valuable batch to take away.

He kept a wary eye. What if Mao Sang made a surprise return the next day and searched this warehouse again?

His guess was spot on.

Early the next morning, just as the sky was turning light, Mao Sang indeed brought people back to the warehouse to inspect it again. Finding the ore piled high, much like it was when he left yesterday, he finally set his mind at ease and, feeling satisfied, headed toward the next jade mine.

He Yuzhu followed their convoy, bumping along for another seven or eight hours before finally arriving at the largest jade mine controlled by the Kachin State. This place was called Makayang Valley.

Surrounded by mountains on all four sides, a large river flowed through the middle with a loud rushing sound, the water current quite strong.

The mining method here was different from the previous one; before, they dug into the mountains, but here, everything was done on flat ground.

Workers turned over the ground mixed with gravel and soil, sifting layer by layer, searching layer by layer, digging jade out of the earth like panning for gold.

The number of workers in the mine was staggering, a vast sea of them, at least several thousand people, bending their waists and working hard; from a distance, it looked like ants moving house.

He Yuzhu quietly hid in the shadows, waiting for nightfall.

Mao Sang inspected the warehouse here as usual, went in and walked around twice, and found the ore stacked neatly with no trace of having been touched, which finally put him completely at ease.

He stayed at the mine for about two hours, ordered his subordinates to load the high-value jadeite raw stones onto trucks and transport them back to the Military Camp as soon as possible, and then took his men and headed home to his old lair at the manor.

Deep in the night, the lights in the mine finally went out.

He Yuzhu slipped into the warehouse.

This warehouse was built quite sturdily, all piled up with stones, looking like a small bunker.

After entering, he immediately activated the system Scanning.

Before long, dozens of particularly valuable jade stones were precisely marked by the system.

He Yuzhu didn't say a word; with a wave of his hand, he collected them all.

As for those scattered, small pieces, he didn't even touch them, leaving them there exactly as they were.

After finishing all this, he turned and walked out of the mine, released his bulletproof sedan from his space, stepped on the gas, and drove straight to the manor where they had been held captive, placed the ammunition collected from M Country into the warehouse, and then returned to Milai's residence.

Counting it up, He Yuzhu had been out for four days; as soon as he arrived at the manor, he saw that Milai was currently in a state of distress.

Ever since he drove away those people from the Kachin State, for some reason, the Government Army suddenly began attacking his territory frantically; in two days of fighting, he had already suffered over a thousand casualties.

Milai had already sent his reserve troops to the front, but he still couldn't quite hold them off.

Seeing He Yuzhu arrive, Milai smiled until the wrinkles on his face bunched together and hurriedly greeted him: "Big Brother, you're back? How was it, was the harvest alright?"

He Yuzhu replied indifferently: "It was alright."

Milai was a tactful person; seeing that He Yuzhu didn't want to chat much, he immediately stopped the topic and didn't press for details.

He chuckled and turned to pour a cup of tea for He Yuzhu.

He Yuzhu saw his anxious appearance, held his wine cup, and asked: "Are you in trouble? Tell me about it."

Milai didn't complain directly, but instead waved his hand: "My affairs are not urgent; I must handle the matter I promised Big Brother as soon as possible."

Upon hearing this, He Yuzhu nodded inwardly—this person was actually quite loyal.

He didn't refuse and asked directly: "How do you want to handle it?"

Milai put down his wine cup and said earnestly: "I have two mines here, neither of which is far from here. Tomorrow morning, I will take Big Brother over to have a look. Tell me however many stones you like. I have masters here who cut and open the stones; it's too troublesome to take the whole stones back, so it's better if I have them open the items you fancy on the spot, and you can take the finished products directly when you leave, which saves trouble."

He Yuzhu thought for a moment and nodded.

To be honest, he still hadn't completely let his guard down against Milai; after all, he had already done Milai a significant favor, but Milai hadn't yet produced anything substantial to repay his kindness.

Under Milai's hosting, the six of them started drinking heavily again.

The room was brightly lit, the wine bowls clinked loudly, and after seven bottles of Moutai were finished, Hu Bayi and the others were all drunk again.

At this moment, Milai suddenly put down his bowl, his voice lowering: "Big Brother, the Government Army is fighting desperately against me, and we can't quite hold on. About that weapon matter..."

He Yuzhu nodded and said: "The weapons are already in that manor; just send your men to haul them back."

Upon hearing this, Milai was so happy that his eyes squinted into slits; he didn't want to wait even a minute, so he directly called over an Adjutant responsible for pouring wine and said: "Take some men, go to Mila Manor overnight, and transport all the munitions back. Remember, you must send reliable people and watch over it personally."

The Adjutant nodded and turned to run out.

Milai continued to drink with He Yuzhu while holding his bowl.

He Yuzhu patted him on the shoulder and said earnestly: "Brother Milai, you are indeed someone who can accomplish great things. I won't dare say I can help you occupy all the Government Army's territory, but at least I can drive them out and make them afraid to step foot into your territory for ten or eight years. Also, regarding the Kachin side, I estimate they have also suffered a major blow this time; you can take the opportunity to recover some territory. If you encounter any major events in the future, call me, and I will come to help you."

Milai had long heard of He Yuzhu's abilities. This time, he had received news through an informant planted in the Kachin Kongen Tribe—those two large warehouses had been emptied clean overnight.

He knew in his heart that this was likely done by He Yuzhu.

However, he didn't mention a single word of it.

He only held onto one principle: if he served this Big Brother He well, he might really be able to dominate a region.

Early the next morning, Milai personally took He Yuzhu to the first mine's warehouse.

He Yuzhu activated the system Scanning and quickly picked out the fifty most valuable stones, having people move them out.

Hu Bayi, Xu Damao, and Dajinya were not idle either, each picking some, though they were just guessing blindly based on feeling.

After finishing the first mine, they went to the second mine, where He Yuzhu also picked over a hundred raw stones; the quality of the jadeite raw stones here was the highest, and he secretly collected the most valuable, small stone into his space. He let the workers load the others directly onto trucks to return to Milai's manor.

After several hundred stones were all hauled back to the base, Milai called over the most famous stone-cutting masters in the area to start working on-site.

One cut down, another cut down.

When the results came out, even Milai was stunned.

The two hundred or so stones that He Yuzhu had brought back were every single one of them high-quality goods.

Milai was indeed a man of magnanimity.

Seeing these priceless, good items, there was no displeasure on his face; instead, he was happy for He Yuzhu: "Big Brother He, I am truly convinced by your eye for this. If you don't become the world's richest person, then there is no justice in heaven."

He Yuzhu laughed: "Brother, you will also be a regional lord; with me here, no one will ever bully you again."

As for Xu Damao, Hu Bayi, and Dajinya, they were a mix of joy and sorrow; most of the material they had opened was ordinary, and compared to He Yuzhu's pile, it was like heaven and earth.

Just as the jade business was finished, the people sent to haul the munitions returned.

More than twenty brand-new American M1A1 Main Battle Tanks were parked neatly in the open space, their cold, iron-gray luster gleaming under the sunlight.

Following behind was a long line of trucks, loaded to the brim—over twelve thousand M16A4 Rifles, fresh from the factory, the scent of gun oil not yet dissipated.

Further back were more than sixty M119 105mm light howitzers, their barrels polished and bright, with crates of artillery shells piled up across half the courtyard.

These things, if placed on the battlefield of Myanmar in 2001, would be an unstoppable trump card.

Milai stared with wide, unblinking eyes, unable to close his mouth for a long time.

He turned his head to look at He Yuzhu, his voice trembling slightly: "Big Brother... this, this gift is too heavy."

He Yuzhu smiled: "Only with reciprocity can a relationship go far."

Just then, a military Jeep drove rapidly into the courtyard.

An officer jumped out of the vehicle, ran over in a few steps, saluted, and said urgently: "General, the Government Army has broken through the defense line in the south and is now only seventy-some kilometers away from us!"