Police officer Chen Shu

Chapter 896 Chen Shu
Yangon, Myanmar.

The lights in the airplane cabin gradually brightened, and the flight attendants kindly reminded passengers in turn that they were about to arrive at their destination, put up the tray tables, straighten the seat backs, and fasten their seat belts.

Seeing this, Chen Shu couldn't help but think that seat belts could definitely save lives in cars, but on airplanes, they would probably only save you from dying.

"Chen Da, we've arrived."

Xiao Wang, who came from the provincial department, was quite outgoing during this trip, choosing the seat next to Chen Shu and not saying much along the way.

Chen Shu looked somewhat awkwardly at the police officer who had been parachuted in from the Donghai Provincial Department. This Xiao Wang was supposed to be a young man, but for some reason, he was quite insistent on addressing him in this way.

Whether in formal settings or in private, they always addressed each other as "Chen Da," even though both of them knew that at the provincial level, this rank of section chief was meaningless; they were both just first-level staff members.

Conversely, as the personal secretary of Zhu, the executive deputy director, Chen Shu had reason to speculate that this Xiao Wang's administrative rank was definitely higher than his, perhaps even several ranks higher.

"Ahem." Chen Shu coughed twice and said quite solemnly, "Brother, I'm taking advantage of being a few years older than you to shamelessly call you my older brother. From now on, just call me Brother Shu. Let's not be so polite in private; we're all family."

"Okay, Mr. Chen."

Xiao Wang spoke concisely and began to tidy up the documents in his hands. Chen Shu glanced at them a few times. The documents were in both Chinese and English and should be related to this transnational case.

According to Xiao Wang's explanation, the official name is "bilateral police cooperation," but the main work is actually carried out by two provinces under the two countries.

In China, Yunnan Province is the representative, while in Myanmar, it is Angyai Region.

The project leader was arranged by the capital to be the team leader, who was said to be a leader from the ministry. He was accompanied by the leader of the counterpart bureau and a group of senior officers.

On the Yunnan side, the delegation was led by the executive deputy director of the provincial department, followed by senior officers from the International Affairs Division and the Criminal Investigation Corps. In terms of the number of people in the delegation, it was also quite large.

Chen Shu, Xiao Wang, Zhu Yiba, Ma Rongcheng, Chen Chuan, and others were the lowest-ranking members of the entourage.

Given the outcome of the previous Xinjiang incident, this time, cadet Jiang Hai practically climbed onto Chen Shu's back and insisted on following along.

boom.

The moment the landing gear tires touched the ground, a buzzing sound came from inside the cabin. Chen Shu felt a slight jolt, followed by a forward inertia similar to that produced when a car brakes.

Having flown for so many years, this time I felt the most tired. I don't know if it's because I'm so far from home.

After the plane came to a stop, Chen Shu and the others followed the group off the plane, boarded a special bus arranged by the Myanmar side, and drove directly out of the airport.

As the former capital of Myanmar and now the largest and wealthiest city in the country, Yangon has a long history and is relatively prosperous.

The yellow walls and arcades of the British colonial era juxtapose with the modern steel and glass walls of the bus windows.

The men, dressed in tattered clothes, all stared at the bus, while the women, carrying aluminum basins on their heads, wandered aimlessly along the roadside, causing a complete traffic jam.

The blaring of horns and the clamor created a chaotic scene reminiscent of China eighty years ago; the overwhelming feeling was summed up in one word: poverty. Except for the distant, towering temples and pagodas, gleaming with golden light.

“Chen Da, 80% of the population in this country are Buddhists.” Even in the Dabashan Mountains, Xiao Wang still sat down next to Chen Shu without any politeness. “But even in such a country, there is constant war and the people are starving.”

“They also manufacture and traffic drugs,” Zhu Yiba added calmly from the back row.

As if he hadn't heard Zhu Yiba's addition, Xiao Wang continued slowly, following his train of thought: "Domestic people all think that the warlords in northern Myanmar are very brutal, but in fact they haven't really targeted Chinese people much. After all, from an official perspective, they are still very afraid of our government."

"It doesn't matter to those of us in the civilian world who go there to engage in shady businesses. The warlords will think it's just internal strife, Chinese people fighting Chinese people, and it has nothing to do with them, even though those fraud organizations have been paying them protection money and a share of the profits."

“Initially, telecom fraud in northern Myanmar operated as companies, without so many cruel methods. People came to work on their own. Because those telecom fraud bosses could swindle money, they were willing to pay their subordinates salaries far higher than in China, so telecom fraud companies never lacked people.”

"It is generally believed that the darkening of northern Myanmar was marked by the pandemic. The main reasons are the increased efforts in domestic anti-fraud propaganda and the strong control over the border, which has led to fewer and fewer people coming to northern Myanmar."

"With fewer people, the income from fraud decreases. Eventually, these fraud ringleaders figured out that they should resort to underhanded tactics and turn all the people who were still working at the company into 'pigs' (a derogatory term for unregistered employees), and then directly buy new people with money, averaging 30,000 to 50,000 yuan per person."

“Organ trafficking does happen, but it’s not mainstream in northern Myanmar because these kinds of medical businesses are very complicated. In addition to finding a matching donor, you also need a specialized hospital that can perform the surgery. You can’t find a single such hospital even if you search every inch of Myanmar.”

"Myanmar mainly handles the screening. If a match is found, they are sent to Thailand, which is equivalent to human trafficking. However, there are indeed many blood banks, which are basically those who cannot get blood drawn."

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Xiao Wang flipped through the documents, introducing the local environment and situation bit by bit, but Chen Shu wasn't listening carefully; his mind wasn't on it.

According to Ma Rongcheng's plan, Zhang Yang was supposed to be delivered to the port before noon today, but now, more than half a day has passed and there is still no news of him being picked up.

Surely nothing unexpected will happen on this journey?

Squeak.

The bus stopped in front of the Yangon Region Police Headquarters.

A line of local police officers stood at the entrance of the compound, dressed in gray uniforms, their eyes fixed in unison on the bus door. As soon as the door opened, before anyone on board could even get off, the local police officers surrounded the bus.

The leader was clearly a high-ranking police officer, with the rank of brigadier general on his shoulder.

The man was tall and dark-skinned, his police uniform was impeccably pressed, and he had a warm smile on his face. He stepped forward and firmly grasped the right hand of the first person to get out of the car, the Executive Deputy Director of Yunnan Province.

"Hello, welcome to Yangon! I am Min Jun, Chief of the Yangon Region Police Department. On behalf of the Yangon Region Police Department, I warmly welcome you!"

He speaks clearly and in standard Mandarin.

The fact that the head of the local police force speaks fluent Mandarin Chinese clearly reveals the Myanmar government's attitude towards China.

Give a thumbs up to Mota! Sorry, I forgot about my old friend, I'm ashamed.