Rebirth of the Super Banking System

August 19th.

After the inspection, Mu Zhiwen left the Myanmar Special Economic Zone.

It’s not the way it came.

Instead, it directly crosses the confrontation zone between the two sides.

The transition from the asphalt road to the dirt road is so fast and direct. The picture also changes so quickly that Mu Zhiwen is still a little uncomfortable. After reading the Special Economic Zone in Myanmar, look at the side of the single state. Village.

The gap is huge.

Even now he seems to have just returned from a developed country. Although the state's capital is well built, the terrible transportation in the whole territory is enough to suppress the only remaining stubbornness in his heart.

"It must change."

This is Mu Zhiwen's most persistent thought at this time.

Whether it is for people or for yourself.

You have to do it.

Starting next week, Zero people will begin to mine the junction, and they have forgotten the location of many mines. Until then, they can say that it is safe to produce.

It's ironic to think about it if I dare not go to the mountains in my own territory.

Cross the messy village road.

The car drove on the main road in the state, and the speed was much faster, but it took a whole morning before Mu Zhiwen arrived at the capital of Shanbang. At the place that had been pleasing to the eye before, he felt a sense of aggrievedness.

Mu Zhiwen came back.

Pan Cong came out to greet him personally and led him into his office.

"Quickly tell, how is there? What have you found?" Pan Cong asked Mu Zhiwen curiously after pouring a cup of tea.

"I've opened my eyes, leader Pan Cong, you should really go and see, don't you know how big the gap is between the cold numbers and the bustling reality? This is the photo I brought back.

Look, this is their checkpoint, big, thirty-two checkpoints. This is their highest standard highway, with 16 lanes in both directions. This is their rural situation, and the village roads are better than ours. . . "

Mu Zhiwen took out photos one after another with delicacy.

They are all his ‘achievements’ over the past few days. Except for special places, such as government offices, mining areas, and other places and staff, there are no restrictions on them to take pictures.

"Also, this is the port of the Special Economic Zone of Myanmar and China. It is said that the daily traffic volume of trucks has exceeded 3,000. Even if we were not completely blocked by Langcay before, we would not reach 5% of their daily." Speaking of this, Mu Zhiwen's eyes are already radiating light.

"So much?" Pan Cong was surprised.

Mu Zhiwen said with emotion, "Yes, these data must be personally visited before they will tell me that in his report, there are only comprehensive economic data, and they are not necessarily accurate."

"You said that you are clumsy?" Pan Cong immediately grasped the key.

Mu Zhiwen nodded.

"It's possible, but it's just a guess, because Zero doesn't seem to be someone who tells the truth in everything. Sometimes I think he can see through, but after thinking deeply, he feels that there is a dense fog all over him."

"It's also possible that the development over there is too good, the reality is much higher than you expected, so it has an illusion." Pan Cong smiled.

"Perhaps."

. . .

Just when Mu Zhiwen went back to report to Pan Cong.

Long Cai's office.

Although it ended several days of economic work conferences.

But Lang Chai was busier than before.

Because of being stimulated by zero and one, various departments and the state government are all running frantically. Although their data in the first half of the year is very good, they can be compared with the Myanmar Special Economic Zone.

Their work can be described as ‘malfeasance’.

How could this make them stand it.

Riveted enough energy one after another.

I hope that the summary meeting after the year will not be a supporting role again, but the 20-billion-dollar gdp is too unreasonable. Even if it is cut in half, it is beyond their reach.

At this time, Lang Cai was holding a document in his hand.

The more he looked, the more frowning his brows, and the gloomy expression on his face. There was a middle-aged man standing in front of Lang Tsai's table. His face was calm and his eyes were sharp. At first glance, he was not a simple character.

His name is Biwan.

One of Lang Cai's other confidants.

It controls the department that fears all civil servants in Myanmar-the judicial system.

Burmese has partly studied the systems and systems of Western countries. There is no China Discipline Inspection Commission. If you insist that there is, it is the duty crime investigation agency in the judicial and other departments.

"Are these contents true?"

Langcai put down the file and stared at Biwan. Although Biwan is his confidant, the things involved are a bit big.

"Absolutely true." Biwan said confidently.

"hiss.."

Lang Cai took a deep breath.

Quietly lighted a cigarette.

Then he leaned back on the chair, half-closed his eyes, and pulled up silently. Biwan stood there honestly, waiting for Lang Cai's decision. He knew that this was indeed a difficult choice.

Biwan holds this position.

One of the tasks is to supervise Lang Tsai, pass the knife to Lang Tsai when needed, and report to Lang Tsai every once in a while so that he knows what his subordinates have done.

The content of this report is about the various black materials collected by various departments during this period.

corruption.

bribery.

Eat and take the card.

Transfer of benefits.

Lang Tsai knows that these things exist in various departments of Burma. He also knows that this is an unavoidable thing. The interests are in front of him. Who can not be tempted, from ancient times to the present, cannot be cut off.

before.

He always keeps one eye open.

As long as it is not ugly to eat, he doesn't care at all, and the previous Burmese scorpions are poor, everyone has no big oil and water, a country with a GDP of only more than 10 billion U.S. dollars.

No matter how greedy, where can I go.

last year.

The gdp of the neighbors in the east has broken two trillion US dollars.

A gap of two hundred times. In contrast, the word ‘poverty’ ~www.novelmtl.com~ is enough to summarize the situation in Myanmar as a whole before. This is also the sorrow of an agricultural country, and nothing can be sold at a price.

But in the past six months.

The huge amount of funds fell down.

Crazyly stimulated the nerves of many people.

They began to take action, relying on a lot of investment, the big families and various interest groups gradually became stronger, and in the end, almost all the upper classes of Burma were involved, and there were interest groups behind each.

This Langcai couldn't stop it at all.

It's the same as the United States and other Western countries.

Behind politics is capital. Capital is actually composed of this large and small interest group. These people provide election funds for their predecessors and speak for them.

Lang Tsai knows many things.

For example, Quinholton had previously argued with zero about raw material import quotas, which was a benefit to others, and he even held a little stock in those companies more or less. He also knew that there was a transfer of interests between Chongxin and Quinton.

Knowing that Chongxin sends money to Quinton’s UBS account every time.

These Langcai don't care.

Just a little money.

What a big deal.

However, according to the report from Biwan, Quinton is not only about these small problems, but also started to expand his influence arbitrarily, even in the case of the Burmese government.

From now on, they are all under Quinton, and the transfer of power has already begun.

but.

He couldn't stand Quinton's penetration of the military.

This is something that only started in the first half of next year. Quinton was so anxious to win over some people in the Burmese military and didn't put him in the eye. It seems that Quinton needs to be warned.

The things in his hand are given to you, which is yours.

If you didn't give it, you can't come and get it.

By the way, to frighten some people who want to hug Quinton's thigh, he hasn't stepped down yet.

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