Chapter 511

After confirming that Helan Xiaoxin is a big drug lord, Li Nanfang guessed that she has great influence here.

But I didn't expect that her power would be so great, and she would be the biggest force in the four regions of the golden triangle.

The drug base in the Golden Triangle region is divided into four regions: East, West, North and south, of which the south region is the largest, with more than 6000 mu of opium poppy cultivation base.

The second is the Western District, which covers an area of more than 4000 mu. The third is the Eastern District, which covers an area of about 2000 mu. The Northern District, which is closest to the Chinese border, is the smallest, with an area of more than 800 mu. Moreover, it is controlled by three small drug lords in partnership.

Among the four major regions, the southern region is closer to the equator in latitude, with more sufficient sunshine, longer growing period of opium poppy and better quality. Half of the drugs exported in the golden triangle are provided by the southern region, with the highest price.

Poppy is an annual herb. It is sown in March and April and blooms in July. At this time, juice can be obtained from ovary. The seeds will mature in late August and be planted in the next year after harvest.

When it blooms in July, the local planters, under the supervision of armed guards, will take about two months to cut the poison on the ovary with a knife. After screening and sun exposure, it will take about two months.

It is already October when large quantities of semi-finished products are refined into products that can be put on the market through more advanced and professional purification instruments.

Normally, it's October now, and it's already past the poppy harvest season. However, Li Nanfang saw a large area of poppy in full bloom under the window last night. At that time, he was so shocked that he didn't think about this season. There should be no poppy growth.

This morning, when he woke up in a cane chair, feeling the tiny pinch marks on his neck and staring at the blue sky, he lanxiaoxin told him that this poppy field is the only treasure land in the whole golden triangle, which ripens twice a year.

This treasure land, located in the valley, is like a greenhouse in the mainland vegetable producing area.

Surprisingly, the mature poppy in this season still keeps its original flavor. Unlike the off-season vegetables in the greenhouse, it only has its appearance, but its taste is not very good.

Helan Xiaoxin also told him that today is the annual drug trade conference.

Every year today, drug dealers, big and small, who depend on drug trafficking for a living, will come from all directions and gather here to investigate the products and prices of the four regions until the take away meeting is held on the last Friday in October.

As for why we chose the last Friday of October as the date of the drug fair, it is said that it is in memory of a French woman.

As early as 1920, French woman E. gurin sold handmade poppies to raise money to help orphans after World War I.

When she visited Canada in 1921, she convinced the Canadian War Veterans Association to accept poppy as a symbol of Veterans' day to raise money.

Therefore, from the last Friday of October to the Veterans' day of November 11, tens of millions of poppy signs are distributed to the public. People wear this sign on the left collar of their clothes or near the heart to express their mourning for those who have died for their country.

People can also buy poppies to help veterans and their families in need.

Just like a scholar who believes in Confucius as a saint and a gangster as the founder of kaipai, any industry hopes to have a famous pioneer in this industry.

The same is true of drug manufacturing and drug trafficking.

It seems that only in this way can you feel more calm when you are making and trafficking drugs.

Li Nanfang did not believe that the drug lords and drug dealers who only saw money in their eyes and regarded human life as a weed would follow the original intention of the French woman who planted poppies to collect money for the disabled veterans, and would give some money for charity.

But it is.

He found that when every business transaction is successful, buyers and sellers will put a certain proportion of cash into the donation box in the southeast corner of the trade conference.

Every "donation" is made in the world's common US dollars, and US $10000 is the minimum amount.

When the golden red glow of the setting sun adds a charming luster to everything in the world, bundles of brand-new dollars are already half a box. Roughly speaking, there must be at least three million dollars in them.

To Li NanFang's slight surprise, there is no guard around the donation box, as if you can carry the box of US dollars at any time if you want, and no one will take care of you.

Three million dollars were left there, but no one wanted it. It was a great torture for Li Nanfang, who couldn't find anything and hurt his back.

However, Gala, who accompanied him, told him that the money could only account for about 30% of the donation at most. After the products of the Southern District were launched, with the success of each transaction, the donation box could be filled with banknotes.

Gala is a local, that is, in her early twenties. She is less than 1.6 meters tall. She has a hundred kilos of hair and excrement. Her skin is dark and looks like a malnourished child. Her eyes are very flexible and she can speak fluent Mandarin.

Gala is one of the new sister's confidants here. Although she looks unimportant, she is a ruthless character.

Gala's mission today is to guide Li Nanfang around.

As long as Li Nanfang wants to go, no matter which area, it will be unimpeded. Gala's face is the most effective ticket in the whole golden triangle.

In gala's whispered introduction, Li Nanfang found that there were still many people watching the busy trade fair.

Among them, more than a dozen men who were surrounded by several big men were the most prominent. From the morning, they had been sitting on the couch under the shed, drinking and smoking, and talking quietly with their confidants.

It's like they came here just to have a party.

But everyone at the scene knows that they are the real big buyers.

Both the output and the price of drugs produced in the north and the west can satisfy the general drug dealers' appetite, but they are not interested.

They're just looking at the products in the south, number one!

If there are luxury goods in drugs, then No.1 is definitely the LV in the bag, the Rolls Royce in the car, and the No.1 in a matchbox. It can be replaced by a high configuration BMW.

For example, those working dogs who earn three or five thousand yuan a month and eat ecstasy are like working dogs for the Chinese New Year. They may not have the chance to taste No. 1 in their life.

Those who can afford to buy and use the number one are all members of the rich club. They spend a lot of money without frowning.

The rich people favor No.1 mainly because it has the incomparable advantages of other drugs. It has the super enjoyment that ordinary drugs can bring to people, but it will not do any harm to human body. It does not need to be like ordinary drug users. The product has not been used for a few months, and people have become a bony smoker.

As for the rumor that the incubation period of No. 1 is as long as 20 years, it will be terrible to say that it will die after the poisoning - does it matter?

Today's wine, today's drunk, which tube tomorrow swallow dregs.

For the vast majority of the rich people who have enjoyed the wealth of the world for a long time, the incubation period of No. 1 is as long as 20 years, that is, two years. It is enough to enjoy the supreme happiness brought by No. 1.

Because of its uniqueness, No.1 is favored by the rich people, despite its high price.

When Li Nanfang wanders past the dozen people with his glass in his hand, he will hear them discussing with their confidants about what to do later so that he can get more number one from Cha Chai to satisfy the rich people who have already given them their deposit.

They don't know that Mr. Cha Chai, the boss of the Southern District, was buried in the poppy field as a expense last night.

"What are you looking at?"

When Li Nanfang stayed with a group of people for a long time, he attracted people's attention. A tall and strong black man, with poor eyes, came up and pushed his shoulder.

The drug trade conference was held in the central area of Kokang area in the golden triangle, that is, the aboriginal area. The open space specially opened up for this purpose was about five mu, surrounded by tall and strong bamboos. From time to time, soldiers with tiny rushes and camouflage clothes flashed by.

These fully armed soldiers, with a total of 200 people, are composed of the subordinates of the four regional drug lords. Their main work is to maintain the security of the venue and prevent local government forces from "making trouble".

For the sake of safety, all buyers entering the venue are not allowed to carry any weapons.

Once found, the light person was expelled from the venue and his qualification for trafficking was permanently cancelled.

Heavy, may be killed by random gun, drag to the poppy field when the cost.

It's nothing to die in broad daylight in this place.

That is, you can't bring a gun in. If you can, the black people won't push Li Nanfang with their hands. They would have pulled out the gun without saying a word, just like the handsome pony in the heroine, banging him in the head.

Li Nanfang didn't hide. He didn't move his eyelashes. He still had a faint smile on his face. Like a blind man, he didn't see that people were going to push him. That's because he knew there was a gala. He could crawl like a caterpillar at the trade conference. No one would dare to laugh at him.

Helan Xiaoxin once said to Gala personally in front of him, this is my man. If he lost a hair today, you should kill yourself quickly, so that I won't try my best to kill your whole family.

As soon as the black man's hand touched Li NanFang's clothes, it froze.

A black pistol, dead top on his forehead, Gala tone gloomy said: "don't move, move a blow your head."

Almost all of the people on the scene were dressed in proper clothes, sexy European and American beauties, holding silver plates in their hands, walking in the crowd like butterflies, offering the guests good wine - no matter how you look at it, it's no different from the open-air cocktail party.

But the black man knows very well that the biggest difference between this kind of Party and the one he used to attend is that after his head is blown out, gala will not take any responsibility and will only cause trouble to his boss.

A cold sweat came out of the black man's forehead and slowly raised his hands a moment later.

After seeing Galala's gun, a pair of soldiers patrolling behind the bamboo forest immediately rushed to this side with Wei. Everywhere they went, everyone dodged and looked this way.

These people are all under Helan Xiaoxin. They also shoulder the responsibility of cooperating with Gala to take good care of the "landlady".

"Brother, you have something to say."

Squatting on a rattan chair with a wine glass in his left hand and a cigar in his right hand, the boss immediately found that something was wrong. He quickly got up and was about to walk over. Gala turned his left hand and another pistol aimed at him.

As soon as the boss's face changes, he raises his hand to adapt to other subordinates.

Clattering and counting, the fast-moving soldiers all pointed their guns at them, opened their insurance, and showed their ferocious light. They just waited for gala's order to throw these people out.