Xin'an city.

The streets.

The father took his daughter's little hand.

Wandering aimlessly.

It's been half a day.

He couldn't find a place to live. However, after a day's stroll, he fell in love with the city, with clean and tidy streets and modern new buildings.

All directions of traffic.

A kind person.

Good security.

They all subverted his inherent image of Burma.

It's hard to imagine that three years ago, this area was still a remote mountainous area, where people still depended on planting flowers for their living, belonging to a chaotic area where traffic basically depended on walking and communication basically depended on roaring.

Now.

A garden like city has been built.

"Dad, I'm sleepy."

The voice of my daughter Nuo Nuo.

It gave him a heartache.

"We will soon find a place to live." The father picked up his daughter and comforted her. He looked around and saw all kinds of skin. He had thought about looking for an Internet bar for a night.

But.

One inquiry.

It turns out that there are laws and regulations here. Internet bars can't be open all night. They are closed at night. Even in the afternoon, he met a family with the same troubles. I don't know how it is now.

It's going to be dark.

It made my father a little anxious.

At this time.

He thought of a word again.

---"If you have any difficulty, call the police." , but it's not in China. He doesn't know what's going on here. When he saw a public security Pavilion, his father hesitated and went in.

Just walked in.

A young man in Burmese police uniform came up.

"Hello, may I help you?"

This is Burmese.

Father didn't understand.

"I'm from China and can't speak Burmese." There must be policemen who can speak Chinese in this kind of security Pavilion.

"Hello. What can I do for you? "

Right now.

A round Chinese sentence came out of the policeman's mouth.

My father hurriedly said, "I brought my daughter to the hospital, but there are no rooms in the city or in the town's hotels. I want to ask if you have any family hotels or the like that can let me stay with my daughter."

Hear that.

Rong Wei smiled.

"It's really a good time for you to come. An hour ago, we just received a notice from the SAR. Because the patients are more than expected, we will open three rescue stations for your temporary residence."

Rong Wei.

It's the name of the security officer in the security Pavilion, a Chinese American.

This time, I really took the postgraduate entrance examination, so many people came here. If they didn't settle down, they would probably be laughed at by the outside world. Now, the attention of the media from all over the world has gathered here.

This is not.

After a day's research, the SAR has finally taken action.

Rescue station.

The full name is "emergency rescue center of Myanmar Asia Special Economic Zone".

It's usually empty.

It can be used to accommodate temporarily homeless people in the vicinity after natural disasters such as earthquake, mountain flood, etc. it may not be used for ten years, but it is worth it if it can be used once.

There are three rescue centers around Xin'an city. According to the regulations of the special zone, each small town must have at least one rescue center according to the population size, which can only be more, not less.

Big is not big.

Emergency.

Not commonly used.

On the side of Xin'an Town, each of them has a regular capacity of only 1000 people, which is not much. However, if there is a serious disaster, a large number of tents can be set up in the city, and the residents can also be crowded.

So.

This is only part of the post disaster rescue. Last month, the third rescue center around Xin'an city was completed and passed the acceptance inspection. Unexpectedly, it will play a role in a long time.

When he heard that there was a place to live, his father was overjoyed. "Really? Thank you, thank you. Just live somewhere. It's going to rain. I'm afraid the child will catch cold. "

"Don't worry, sir." Rong Wei asked again.

"I don't dare, I don't dare. My name is Mi and my name is Hao." Mi Hao quickly put his name in the newspaper.

"Is the passport on you? I need to register. " Rong Wei reaches out.

Mihao quickly takes it out of his pocket.

"How many?"

"Just the two of us."

Rong Wei opens the Myanmar Asia special economic zone government network.

Fill in a form on the application classification page of the rescue center, submit the application, and return the passport to MI Hao after seeing the prompt of successful application, "OK, successful application, rescue center in the west of the city."

Look at the watch.

It's time for me to change shifts.

"I'll take you there later." Rong Wei offered to help. It was all Chinese or Chinese who came to seek medical treatment. He also wanted to do something about it. That's what he did.

"Thank you so much," he said

"Don't thank you. You'll wait ten minutes."

"Good."

Ten minutes later.

Rong Wei finished his shift.

Take Mi Hao to an underground parking lot in the nearby shopping mall. The whole underground of Xin'an city is actually a huge parking lot, incoherent, but mostly for the sake of making the ground more beautiful.

There are lots of cars on the road.

It's uncomfortable to watch.

So.

The main parking area of Xin'an city is underground, and there are special three-dimensional parking buildings on the ground. In a word, Xin'an city is a tourist city, and there are restrictions on the total number of vehicles.

Before the establishment of the special zone.

The Rongwei family has a little savings.

After the establishment of the special economic zone, the bank group of Myanmar and Asia recovered the gold and silver ornaments that had been buried for many years. In order to catch up with the booming trade, Rong Wei's father made a lot of money.

It's also middle class.

But.

Under the influence of the official standard thought.

At first, the security teams were all drawn from the soldiers, but later, when the special zone was on the right track, the management of the two was more clear.

Armed forces.

Actually controlled by Bank of Myanmar group.

In the name of the government of Myanmar Asia SAR.

Security forces.

It is actually managed by the SAR.

But recruitment and training, and even personnel, are managed by a subordinate organization of the armed forces here. That is to say, the Bank of Myanmar Asia Group still has absolute authority.

After Jung Wei got married last month.

His father bought him an off-road vehicle as a substitute. Mihao was a little impressed with the brand. It seemed that he had seen the advertisement on domestic TV, but he didn't know which country it was from, and he didn't have a deep understanding of it.

Beautiful appearance.

"Do you know this brand?" Rong Wei asked with a smile.

Mi Hao nods.

"A little impression."

Rong Wei said with a smile, "this car is imported from Huaxia, but the actual controller of this car company is ours." In this area, you can only buy the brand of Myanmar Asian Department company.

The reason is simple.

Its products.

The quality is absolutely not bad.

For so long, trust has been established. Besides, I am still a member of the public security team. My boss drives all these cars. You drive a Mercedes Benz, a BMW, a Toyota and an Audi.

It's not gregarious!

"Is this your car company?" Mihao was surprised.

"Yes, this company has borrowed money from the Chinese government and set up an automobile manufacturing company in China. It just has a large-scale mass production capacity. No, it directly sells back here."

Rong Wei explained.

"Why not build a car company here?" asked Mihao

"Industrial supporting, in this respect, you Huaxia really has advantages, especially two years ago, our industry started not long ago, but now it is up, so we have also opened a branch factory in Myanmar, which is under construction."

Rong Wei said with his own understanding.

"I see."

Mi Hao nods.

That's right.

There is no matching. It's bullshit to build a car.