Hong Kong Island: From a small stall to a global supplier

History will not remember these landlords and powerful figures who don't even deserve to have names.

They were nothing more than landlords and powerful figures who, based on blood ties and using economic means, drove the poor in the villages to perform extremely exploitative labor in order to make money for themselves. What right do such people have to be remembered by history?

“The illegal tin mining is mainly carried out by families from five nearby villages: Maosang LS Meng, Suotun, Wubangla, and Dameng. There are other mines further away, but on a much smaller scale. If we’re talking about large-scale development, these five families are the ones that will cause trouble. What are you planning to do? Do you need my help?” Luo Xinghan said in a deep voice.

“No.” Wang Yaotang glanced at Luo Xinghan and said with a half-smile, “What, are you afraid that my growing prestige will affect your authority?”

"No, how could that be?" Luo Xinghan said loudly, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed. "I just wanted to help. It's going too far for you to think like that."

"Heh, then consider this my petty suspicions." Wang Yaotang laughed. "Don't overthink it. I'm not Burmese, and my business isn't centered in Burma. This is ultimately your territory. What I want is to use mineral resources and the local economy as leverage to increase my influence over the Burmese military government, and to use Burma's influence to influence the international situation in Southeast Asia. Shan State is just a side project."

Luo Xinghan's face flushed slightly. Wang Yaotang started talking about high-level international affairs, while he was still struggling with his influence in a poor and remote area. This undoubtedly made him look like a clown. He didn't curse, but he was more embarrassing than if he had cursed.

Wang Yaotang saw it but didn't say anything. He thought a proper warning would prevent the guy from getting too cocky and affecting the mine's construction. "My people taking action is a deterrent to those troublemakers. I've invested a lot of resources in the mine's development, providing employment opportunities for the locals so they can support themselves and improve their lives. But people are insatiable."

“Once their families escape poverty and have enough to eat, they will inevitably think that their ancestors have lived here for generations, and every blade of grass and every tree here should belong to them. Now, a foreigner has taken it away, and those who should truly own the mines are being oppressed, exploited, and forced to work for him. It is simply outrageous!”

“If anyone stirs things up even slightly, these people will jump out and cause trouble, shouting things like ‘Kengtong Tin Mine belongs to the people of Kentong’ in order to demand that the country take back the mine and expel me from the country.”

As he spoke, Wang Yaotang smiled and looked at Luo Xinghan, "What do you think?"

Luo Xinghan felt a chill run down his spine. What did it mean to be slightly instigated? This was exactly what was being described as him.

"No, absolutely not!" Luo Xinghan shook his head violently, shouting indignantly, "To hell with their ancestors! Why don't we see their ancestors developing mines? A bunch of illiterate idiots! Without your large investment, Wang Sheng, and the professionals you found, they wouldn't even know what a mine looks like. Are they developing it in their dreams?!"

"That kind of primitive illegal mining is a huge destruction and waste of resources!"

"People who say such things are ungrateful and deliberately sabotage others; they deserve to die!"

"As long as I am in Jingdong, I will absolutely not allow this kind of person to appear!"

Wang Yaotang laughed heartily, "I'm relieved to hear that, Brother Luo. I'll leave the future to you."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of everything. I will work wholeheartedly with you to get the tin mine up and running, and put Jingdong on the fast track to development!" Luo Xinghan said, patting his chest.

"Okay, that's settled then. I'll be going now." Wang Yaotang stood up, and Luo Xinghan saw him all the way to the door.

As the car disappeared from sight, Luo Xinghan's face gradually darkened.

Would I really do such a thing?

It's impossible now, but what about in a few years?
Once his influence in Jingdong deepens and the mine is fully completed, and all the interests in Jingdong are divided up, those who rely on him for their livelihood will probably push him to do it...

The United States helped Saudi Arabia achieve independence on September 23, 1932. On May 29, 1933, the King signed an exploration agreement with Rockefeller's Standard Oil. On March 4, 1938, Well Dammam 7 gushed commercial-grade oil for the first time at a depth of 1440 meters, laying the foundation for Saudi Arabia's future prosperity.

In 44, Casac was renamed Aramco, becoming the core enterprise for Saudi Arabia's oil development.

In 1973, the Saudi government acquired a 25% stake in the franchise, which was further increased to 60% in 74. In 80, a 100% acquisition of Arab America was reached.

Of course, Luo Xinghan was unaware of what had just happened in the Middle East, but having fought for so many years, he had witnessed firsthand Myanmar's independence, the establishment of the military government, and its gradual corruption.

Having served as a subordinate of the Yang family, from betraying the family to establishing his own power, from being arrested to being released, he had experienced similar events and could already foresee some of them.

"Sigh, we'll see when the time comes. Some things are beyond his control."

……

He obtained the intelligence from Luo Xinghan and handed it over to Hai Dazhao.

"Should we warn them first?" Hai Dazhao asked after looking around.

“No need.” Wang Yaotang waved his hand directly. “What if these insects surrender directly? Wouldn’t it be more troublesome to deal with them later? What I need are mine workers, but not unions. A loose bunch is actually easier to manage.”

"There's no need for a nighttime raid, it's unnecessary. Let's just launch a direct, open attack and kill them in front of everyone!"

"Understood." Hai Dazhao nodded.

“In Shan State, I am the law!” Wang Yaotang said, raising his eyebrows before bursting into laughter. “How about that? I’m a villain better than the ones in the movies, right?”

"Brother Yao, is it possible that you're not acting?" Hai Dazhao said with a smile.

"Get lost!"

After exchanging a few jokes, Hai Dazhao went out to run errands. First, he used a Y-5 transport aircraft to conduct aerial reconnaissance and determine the exact locations of several villages.

These villages are all located near tin mines, with a population of about a thousand. The good land in the surrounding valleys is used to grow poppies, while the less desirable land is used to grow grain.

Without water conservancy facilities and mechanization, there are frequent floods and flash floods during the rainy season, and not a drop of rain during the dry season. It is impossible to feed everyone by farming.

Therefore, the history of mining tin using the flotation method is several hundred years old. You can see people working in the nearby mining areas even from the air.

To ensure that all five chieftain families could be wiped out in one fell swoop, the chosen time for the operation was during breakfast.

In the early morning mist, the chugging sound of a tractor echoed through the valley. A special forces soldier, fully armed in camouflage and with his face painted, sat blankly on the tractor, swaying back and forth with the bumpy ride, looking so... lifeless.

These battle-hardened special forces soldiers, equipped with top-notch gear, actually use a tractor as their mode of transportation—how pathetic!

There's nothing we can do; the transportation is just that bad. We can't just walk because it feels awkward.

After wandering around for more than an hour, they finally arrived near their target village. The team was finally alive again and couldn't wait to jump off the tractor.

With a gentle wave of his hand, Hai Dazhao sent 10 men scattering into the bushes around the dirt road, crouching low as they crept toward the village.

The village is surrounded by a one-meter-high wooden fence, and there are wooden watchtowers on both sides of the road, with people stationed on them to prevent wild animals from entering and to prevent people from sneaking in. It is just like the ethnic minority villages in ancient Yunnan and Guangxi. The main conflict in Shan State is the fighting between villages.

The villagers were already up in the morning; poor people like them couldn't possibly sleep in.

Reaching the vicinity of the watchtower, the two men crouched down, shouldered their rifles, and aimed their Type 56 semi-automatic rifles, equipped with 3.5x scopes, at the men on the watchtower. "Bang!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom!"

The two militiamen on guard duty trembled and collapsed to the ground.

The village fell silent immediately after the gunshot rang out.

"Go!" Hai Dazhao was the first to rush out, heading for the largest house at the back of the village.

As the head family of a village, they must live in the innermost and safest place in the village.

Hai Dazhao led three men to the front, opening up a path forward.

Two other groups of three followed on the left and right, respectively. The situation inside the village was complicated, and they had to be careful of attacks from the roads and houses on both sides. The last person kept an eye on the back, in case someone shot them from behind.

Of course, this doesn't mean that the three teams behind should run sideways or backwards, as that would severely slow down their advance. In this kind of surprise attack, the longer it drags on, the greater the danger.

The seven people behind took turns. Some rushed to the front and then kept a low speed to keep watch, while the others quickly followed the three people from Shanghai Dazhao and kept a low speed to keep watch again, and then the people behind rushed forward quickly.

The ten people worked in perfect coordination, maintaining a suitable speed as they rushed towards the tallest and largest house in the village.

The village had more than 1000 people and some poultry in the courtyards, so the actual area occupied was not small. In addition, there were frequent conflicts between villages. Just two or three minutes after they rushed in, someone came out with a gun and opened fire.

"Bang!" "Bang!"

"Da da"

"Da da"

"Da da!" Both sides fired almost simultaneously. The weapons in these areas were varied, but automatic weapons were rare. Coupled with the old and poorly maintained firearms and insufficient training, both men were shot down as soon as the firefight began.

Hai Dazhao and his two companions barely stopped moving. After firing a few shots to suppress the enemy, they handed the task over to their comrades behind them. Their mission was to charge, charge, charge!

In this kind of surprise attack, these local armed forces were not only powerless to fight back, but they were completely outmatched.

The scattered gunmen who jumped out were killed one after another upon contact. Their only effect was to buy a little time. In addition, the frequent gunfire made the chieftains and families deep in the village react and shout to organize their men to fight to the death.

Those living near the chieftain were his trusted confidants, the main armed personnel in the village, and also Wang Yaotang's key targets.

Once people pick up a gun, it's hard for them to honestly dig the ground with a pickaxe and make money...

If this kind of person isn't dealt with, they'll cause trouble sooner or later.

The chieftain of Sameng jumped out of bed, not even having time to put on his clothes, and pulled open the wardrobe, taking out an old Type 56 assault rifle and a magazine, and shoved it up with a click.

I didn't see anyone, but the gunshots in the distance were very clear.

"Taren, Taren, call for help! What the hell is going on? Is it Wu Bangla's gang attacking?!"

"I called for help, but I don't know who it is yet. I'll send someone to check."

Samon cursed as he hastily put on his clothes. Outside, chaos erupted as many people rushed out with guns, shouting and cursing in a noisy, chaotic manner.

Just as Samon finished dressing, picked up his gun and was about to go downstairs when he suddenly stopped and listened intently. It was so noisy downstairs that he hadn't noticed before. Damn it, it had only been a few minutes, but the gunshots seemed to be getting closer and closer!
I rushed to the window and immediately saw several guys in camouflage uniforms and helmets running towards me.

"This..." Sameng was stunned. This equipment, this aura... Luo Xinghan doesn't even have any soldiers in his hands!

They were definitely not gunmen from other villages!
No matter who it is, he absolutely cannot stop such power!

"Don't shoot! Who are you? We can talk about what you want!" Samun shouted at the top of his lungs, losing all fighting spirit before the fighting even began.

Although Hai Dazhao couldn't understand the dialect, he was immediately drawn to it. He raised his gun and fired short bursts as he ran. The other two also opened fire without saying a word.

Two bullets pierced through a 40-centimeter wooden board and fell to the floor, startling Samon so much that he suddenly ducked and pulled his head back.

Damn it, these outside forces are so rude!

The 20-odd men on Sameng's side were also intimidated by Hai Dazhao and his men's equipment and did not dare to fire immediately. Even the most dull-witted person could immediately sense the insurmountable gap between the two sides.

Regardless of whether American soldiers are actually capable of fighting, their equipment alone is enough to intimidate the vast majority of people.

Therefore, the saying "clothes make the man" is always true.

Hai Dazhao had no such worries. With a single command, in addition to the three of them attacking from the front, the other two groups quickly bypassed the nearby houses and moved to the flanks to establish crossfire, which would maximize their advantages in equipment and combat power.

With the 58 scope set to 'zero at 100 meters', I visually estimated the distance between the two sides to be about 50-60 meters. I lowered the crosshair, aiming for the chest and head, or the legs and chest.

"Da da"

"Da da"

"Da da"

Three people fired in quick succession, and two of them fell to the ground instantly after being shot in the chest with a 3x scope.

There was no communication, only pure killing. This cold-blooded impact was extremely oppressive to these armed personnel. Despite Samun's loud shouts, their fighting spirit visibly declined.

The three men positioned themselves against three walls. One man extended his gun and fired to draw the attention of the 20 guns held by the Samong militia, while the other two peeked out and returned fire. The timing of their shots was precisely within one second of each other's engagements. After a short burst of fire, the other man would immediately take over, allowing them to re-aim during the intervals. This significantly improved their accuracy while maintaining suppressive fire. If they were subjected to concentrated fire, they would immediately take cover, and the other two men could still adjust their firing rate based on the gunfire.

The three men created the impression of 10 men through a tactical, alternating, precise firing network. While they might not be able to suppress the 20-man Samong militia, they certainly wouldn't be at a disadvantage.

Two or three minutes later, two other groups that had moved up from both sides also found suitable attack positions. 'Da da da da da da' The sudden and accurate bursts from both sides took down four people on the spot, causing chaos among the Sameng militia. They didn't even know where the enemy's bullets came from, and most of them ran around in terror.

Sameng was so frightened that he hid behind a haystack and was no longer able to calm the others down.

"Grenade!" Hai Dazhao shouted in the channel. The two took seven or eight steps back, then ran and threw the grenade.

The grenade flew 50 meters and landed in Sameng's yard, exploding with two loud bangs that sent people sprawling.

Under the cover of grenades, the other two groups quickly advanced about 20 meters and threw in 6 more grenades at one-second intervals.

"Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom", "Boom"

The Samonite fighters were instantly pinned down by the explosion, and Hai Dazhao had already advanced to face-to-face combat.

Close-quarters combat allowed tactical capabilities to be fully utilized. Coupled with the suppression of equipment such as body armor, grenades, and stun grenades, the Samoon armed forces had no ability to resist. The battle was resolved in less than 10 minutes, even though most of the time was wasted on searching.

After retreating from the houses and confirming that all armed men had been killed, Hai Dazhao ordered the battlefield to be cleaned up and all weapons to be confiscated.

I'm about to become a miner, so I should probably replace my weapon with a good citizen certificate...

Of course, with more than 30 guns of various kinds weighing over 200 pounds, they couldn't be carried away. So they took out the explosives they had brought beforehand and blew the pile of broken guns into pieces with a "boom".

These mountain people have no ability to piece together firearms from fragments; it's not like you're drawing cards from fragments.

After taking care of everything, regardless of the remaining women and children, the 10 men formed a combat formation and quickly withdrew.

The villagers, hiding in their houses, witnessed everything. The luxurious equipment, the combat skills, and the decisive style left a deep impression on them.

He's a devil!

To this day, no one knows who these people are, why they stormed into the village and killed the village chief Sameng and his men, or why they didn't loot the village after the killings but instead left directly.

They couldn't understand it at all.

No one offered them any explanation.

More than an hour later, after confirming that the demons would not return, they came out one by one and walked towards the direction of the Samon family.

The chieftain and the men from his trusted family were all dead...

With no one to lead them and no one to teach them what to do, their eyes slowly turned dangerous as they stared at the Sameng family's granary...

……

"You're back. How was it?" Wang Yaotang smiled as he looked at Hai Dazhao and the others who had jumped off the tractor.

“You worthless chickens and dogs, vanish into ashes with a wave of your hand.” Hai Dazhao waved his hand, raised his head, and smirked.

"Holy crap, you managed to pull this off."

"Hahahahahaha..."

"Alright, take a break. This afternoon, we'll start protecting the team back home for their field investigation and finish the investment budget as soon as possible." Wang Yaotang said with a smile, kicking Hai Dazhao.

Hai Dazhao laughed and ran away.

In the canteen next door, the hometown team looked at Hai Dazhao and his group outside in surprise. Their equipment looked impressive. They also heard that the people they were talking to were from our side. How come we've never seen a team dressed like this before?

Are they a special team on duty abroad?

Two people in the team nearly popped their eyes out. They were retired security guards from their unit, and they obviously knew their stuff better. They didn't know if there were teams like this back home, but they could definitely tell the quality of the equipment.

Furthermore, they had confirmed security arrangements with the ministry before departure, and the ministry made it clear that the Hong Kong businessmen would be responsible for security, and that their hometown in Myanmar had absolutely no influence there…

So, this guy is a Hong Kong businessman? (End of Chapter)