"Please use slowly."

Another lobster is on the table.

Tube enough.

"Thank you!"

Soon.

In the stomach of Liang Hua and his colleague Sun Ming. It's not that I haven't eaten it, but it's the first time I've met it. Also regardless of what face, eat into the stomach is true, lest regret.

"Australian?"

Sun Ming asked as he ate.

"I don't know."

Liang Hua can tell clearly.

"All I know is that Burma's fish are closed to the sea indefinitely, and the seafood that can be eaten here comes from all over the world." The indefinite ban on fishing has great effect on the protection of coastal ecology.

Of course.

The premise is to have money.

Otherwise.

What to eat?

"I feel Myanmar is a bit of a nouveau riche." Sun Ming said, "buy everything. If you don't agree with me, you will spend money."

"Normal."

Liang Hua smiles.

"But if you just think that Myanmar's big shopping is because of the money, it's wrong. The hidden purpose of their money shopping is to let the Asian dollar go out and let more countries hold it."

"New Area Construction you see on the plane."

"Just how much money they burn?"

"Of course not."

"It's a kind of disguised currency convection, because the main contractor is the construction enterprise of China. Only when China earns more money from Myanmar, will it turn around and buy many products."

"Oasis."

"That's a good example."

"If you only spend money."

"We will not be reconciled either. Only when we buy each other, we will not feel that we will suffer losses. When we buy oases, we will earn money from both sides. When we build cities, we will earn money from both sides. Behind that is a whole set of national economics."

"So."

"Don't look at the problem with simple appearance, the logic behind it is important."

Liang Hua said slowly.

This is it.

This is not a conspiracy, but the economic game between countries. In fact, it is the same thing. Myanmar's luxury behaviors are just upstarts' mentality, and they are too small.

Exists.

That is reasonable.

"I see."

Sun Ming suddenly.

He belongs to the second-order technical type of otaku man, who really hasn't paid attention to these.

After dinner.

Third floor teahouse.

"Cool!"

The window is sunny, just like the one on the plane, the glass with adjustable light transmittance filters out the scorching heat, and the warm light shines on the body, which makes Liang Hua want to sleep here.

"Enjoy."

"Why don't you go out?" Sun Ming proposed.

"Forget it."

Liang Hua shakes his head.

"It's important. Don't go until it's done."

"All right."

The number of people here is much less than that in the restaurant. Sun Ming's eyes turn round instead of glancing at the bar. Two dedicated girls pay attention to the situation of the guests' teapots at any time. They add less and change when they are cold.

One of them is pretty.

One glass.

Two.

...

the other guests left one after another, and the tea in the pot on the table of the two people gradually bottomed out.

Soon.

The girl smiled and came over without asking whether she needed it or not. Directly, Sun Ming couldn't help asking, "are you a Burmese Chinese?" When she ordered tea, the girl spoke Chinese very well.

"I'm from Zhejiang Province." The girl smiled sweetly.

"Zhejiang Province?"

Sun Ming is surprised, and Liang Hua refuses to look up.

"Yes."

"How could you come here?"

"My family was doing business in Yangon, and they came along." The girl's parents opened a snack bar here. They helped before, but they didn't do it later, because they earned too much money here.

Safe?

Don't worry.

Here.

It has the highest level of security in the world.

"Powerful."

Sun Ming finished his praise.

Casually said: "work here, the salary should be very high!"

"It's OK. It didn't take long. It's only over ten thousand."

Finish.

The girl turned back to the bar and left her beautiful back. When she said this, she didn't feel at all that she could come here to eat. Almost all of them had business with the Bank of Maine group.

The treatment is not bad.

Ten thousand.

It's really average.

On the seat.

Liang Hua and Sun Ming are both stunned and speechless.

Not bad.

Ten thousand.

Just arrived.

。。。 Only then?

I wipe, the money here is too easy to earn. If in the past, the ten thousand in kyat was rarely converted into RMB, now it's almost one to one, much higher than their two salaries.

Depressed.

I thought two or three thousand would be gold.

I can't make it.

Sure enough.

Tuhao unit is different, of course, it's all so high, and they don't believe it. This is the catering department. If the sweeper is so high, they.. Mind to break.

Bar.

"Sister Xiu, fellow townsman?" The other girl asked in a low voice in a very imprecise Chinese.

"No."

Qin Xiu.

Her name.

"Oh."

No more questions.

The girl doesn't know much Chinese. Looking at her, Qin Xiu can't help but touch her head. The girl in front of her is only 18 years old. When she was a child, her family couldn't afford to support her, so she was sent to become a monk.

Until the age of sixteen.

Later.

God knows what methods are used. These girls who are forced by life to become a monk when they are young, return to the common customs, receive formal education, and then are assigned to various units. They are very lovely.

No computer.

No mobile phone.

No TV.

Grow up in this environment.

Really.

Her heart is very pure, and she doesn't know whether this world of mortals and flowers is suitable for them. However, I heard that they can make choices and go back in the future if they want.

Accession to the WTO.

Born.

It seems that it's also good. Those who don't cry at night are not enough to talk about life. Experience the prosperous world, but also adhere to the original heart, such as pearl exquisite, can really say that the heart is devout.

。。。

Afternoon.

To point.

"Let's go."

Liang Hua got up and came to the hall, where hundreds of people had gathered and lined up to get on. Eight plus coach cars, luxury seats, a row of only two people, a car only 18 seats.

Air conditioning.

Drinking water.

Television.

Waiter.

“。。。”

This treatment.

Similar to the first-class cabin of ordinary airliners, Liang Hua also experienced it for the first time. He took a picture quickly. From the small details of the surrounding interior, it can be seen that this car is definitely customized.

It's not mass production, let alone rental.

All right.

No matter how deep you dig next, I'm not surprised.

Ten minutes later.

Arrive at the treatment plant.

Get out of the car.

Yeah?

Liang Hua was stunned.

Didn't you come to the sewage treatment plant? What are you doing here? In the distance, the huge buildings are reflecting soft halo in the sun. It's like an opera house and a gymnasium.

What?

And a press conference?

However.

The next moment.

He glanced at the sign by the gate of the building.

"Hiss"

Liang Hua takes a breath.

This...

Are you serious?

"Huanyin everyone came to Yangon No.1 sewage treatment plant. We are now standing on the top of the plant. The building in front of us is the control, management and material delivery building of the plant."

I took the test.

What?

You call this a sewage treatment plant? Many people are shocked. They don't know what kind of art center or science and Technology Museum this is. Now they are told that this is a sewage treatment plant.

Around.

There are many flowers.

The vegetation is luxuriant.

Gazebo.

Rockery.

Fountains.

...

is your treatment plant built like this? There's no limit to luxury.