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Chapter 228, Section 227: Picking up my old shoes? You're not qualified!
There are actually quite a few overseas Chinese in the Dai country. Many of the richest people on the Southeast Asian rich list are of Chinese descent, especially in the northern mountainous areas of the Dai country. Many of them are descendants of the Kuomintang army. Huamei Village is a village of descendants of soldiers from the Republic of China era.

Previously, the Eight-Faced Buddha was also an overseas Chinese village. This village is located deep in the mountains and forests, where it is impossible to farm normally because the grain yield here is very low and not enough to make a living. So they could only grow poppies for the Eight-Faced Buddha.

When village chief Zhang Zhi heard that the new general was going to demolish the factory, he was immediately terrified. He braced himself and went to find Yang Jun, hoping that Yang Jun would have mercy and rescind his order.

"General, we villagers all rely on the factory for our livelihood. If the factory is gone, how will our 2.3 people in the village survive?"

Yang Jun, his face grim, said in a low voice:
"Don't you know that these drugs are harmful?"

"We know! But the general assured us that these are sold overseas and won't poison Chinese people!"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhi spoke with righteous indignation.

Yang Jun was speechless. The Eight-Faced Buddha was quite good at fooling people. He was clearly selling Hong Kong, but he wouldn't sell it overseas.

Just listen to what these drug dealers say and don't take it seriously! Only a fool would believe them.

It's just like when men say they'll just rub against you without actually going in; you can't trust them at all!
Looking at Zhang Zhi, who was dressed simply, Yang Jun's anger subsided. The ordinary people in the village were all victims; they did not gain anything from it. They were just trying to survive!
When even survival cannot be guaranteed, what moral bottom line can we talk about?

Yang Jun stood up, helped Zhang Zhi up himself, and said with a smile:

"Get up. We don't speak while kneeling here."

Zhang Zhi glanced at Yang Jun furtively and found that the new general was very young, probably not even 30 years old. He was handsome and dashing. Zhang Zhi was startled and stood nervously opposite Yang Jun.

Zhang Zhi observed Yang Jun's expression for a moment and, finding that the general wasn't angry, asked in a low voice:

"General, what about our factory?"

Zhang Zhi pulled a red envelope out of his pocket, making the surrounding bodyguards very nervous. They were both amused and exasperated when they saw Zhang Zhi pull out the red envelope.

"What are you doing?"

Yang Jun was speechless. Looking at Zhang Zhi's fawning face, he smiled and said to him:

"General, please be lenient on this matter! We villagers want to survive!"

Zhang Zhi's face was full of wrinkles, and he spoke haltingly, but when he said the words "live on," his tone was very firm.

Yang Jun was speechless. He was the richest Chinese person in the world, yet people were still giving him red envelopes, even though he was from a poor family.

"Mr. Zhang, you've misunderstood. The old factory will definitely be demolished, but we will build a new one!"

Yang Jun would certainly dismantle the harmful milk powder factory and planned to set up a military production line in Huamei Village to sell directly to the warlords in the Golden Triangle region. This location was ideal, and even the transportation costs would be significantly reduced.

More than a dozen armed warlords are entrenched in northern Myanmar. These warlords do not have their own military factories and have an extremely high demand for weapons.

Yang Jun has two clients in the Golden Triangle, both of whom are ethnic armed warlord forces fighting against regular armies. Without Yang Jun's arms support, they would have been defeated long ago.

The United States made its fortune by profiting from wars. If Yang Jun's business is much smaller, but still profitable, it can also increase regional influence.

"I will give you a raise, double what you were paid before!"

Yang Jun had already inquired about it. The overseas Chinese in Huamei Village only earned $100 a month. The majority of the profits were taken by the Bamianfo family. These villagers did not receive any dividends and were simply wage earners!

Even with double wages, it's only $200, which is cheap labor compared to the labor costs in Hong Kong.

What? Double pay?
Zhang Zhi's eyes widened in disbelief. "Why didn't you say so earlier? It turns out the new general is on their side."

"Really? General, you're not lying to us?"

Yang Jun shrugged and said with amusement:

Why would I lie to you? If you don't trust me, don't you trust money?

Yang Jun snapped his fingers, and Ahua brought over a small box. Yang Jun smiled and said:

“Here is $20, a gift for your village. Take it and share it with your fellow villagers.”

This money was seized by the special operations team from the stronghold of the Eight-Faced Buddha. At the time, a total of 100 million US dollars and gold were seized. Yang Jun could use 200,000 US dollars to bribe these overseas Chinese to do things for him.

Zhang Zhi's eyes lit up when he saw the $20. That was $20! Even if it was divided among all the villagers, each person could get $100, which was a whole month's salary.

"Thank you, General!"

Zhang Zhi stood up excitedly, repeatedly bowing to Yang Jun, his smile so wide it almost crooked his mouth.

What a kind and honest fellow villager! He'd been terribly exploited by the Eight-Faced Buddha, and suddenly he encountered a capitalist with a conscience. Compared to him, his happiness was overwhelming.
This is an era of competing to be the worst!

After seeing off Village Chief Zhang Zhi, Yang Jun said to Yang Yifei:
"From now on, you will be in charge of this base. Expand the regular forces to a thousand men, forming a regiment. You will be the lieutenant colonel and regimental commander."

Yang Yifei was also dumbfounded. Had he become capable of handling things on his own so quickly?
Yang Jun had no choice; he was short of talent. Yang Yifei, Yang Jun's cousin, took charge of a regiment of soldiers in the Dai Kingdom.

"Brother, am I a lieutenant colonel now?"

Yang Yifei was shocked. He had served in the army in the mainland before, and the highest rank he had ever held was squad leader. He had served under Yang Jun for two years, and Yifei Chongtian had become a lieutenant colonel and regimental commander. He was only about 25 years old at the time.

Sure enough, you still have to rely on connections and back channels to get promoted through the proper channels; you'll never become a military officer in your entire life.

Yang Jun smiled and patted Yang Yifei on the shoulder.

"Look at you, so happy as a regimental commander. You'll be overjoyed when you become a general."

"By the way, besides selling weapons, you also need to gather intelligence on the Golden Triangle, especially on Mae Sai town!"

The Dai region is one of Yang Jun's backup plans; if he can't make it in Hong Kong, he can come to the Golden Triangle.

With a regiment of over 1000 men, relying on the dense tropical rainforest, Yang Jun would not back down even if attacked head-on by two divisions of the regular army.

The fighting capabilities of the Myanmar and Tai armies may not even be as strong as their own private armies.
Mae Sai Town? Yang Yifei immediately realized that this was the entrance to the Golden Triangle, a town on the border of the Dai Kingdom, currently under the control of a warlord.

Does my cousin want to start a business in the Golden Triangle and become a local tyrant?
Yang Yifei became more and more excited as he thought about it. His cousin wanted to be a local tyrant, and he would be a general charging into battle.

"Yes, General!"

Yang Jun waved his hand, both amused and exasperated by Yang Yifei's actions, and then looked around at the villa of the Eight-Faced Buddha.

This villa stands proudly in the middle of the village, out of place with the surrounding buildings. It is painted white on the outside and looks magnificent, somewhat like the White House in America. The interior decoration is extremely luxurious.

After the Eight-Faced Buddha passed away, the villa was confiscated and used as a welfare dormitory for high-ranking military officers.

Yang Jun, the supreme commander, naturally stayed overnight in Huamei Village. Ruan Mei had already washed up and was waiting for him.

Over the next few days, Yang Jun stayed in Huamei Village, investigated the local businesses, and also visited the nearest town, Mei Sai Town.

Mae Sai town gets its name from the Mae Sai River. It faces Tachileik town in Myanmar across the Mae Sai River and is a necessary stop on the way to the Golden Triangle. The town has many local specialty products, such as Myanmar jade, which flows out of Mae Sai town.

"Yifei, besides the military factory, we can try to build a jade processing plant, carve and polish the jade here, and transport it back to Hong Kong to sell at a high price. This can also be considered a way to help the villagers get rich."

Yang Yifei listened with a vague understanding; he knew nothing about business, only military matters.

"Don't worry, I'll send people to assist you with business matters."

Seeing the troubled look on Yang Yifei's face, Yang Jun chuckled and added a comment. The two sat in a Hummer pickup truck, with a Gatling gun mounted in the back, intimidating any ambitious individuals who might have malicious intentions.

That's the good thing about the Golden Triangle: you can openly carry weapons on the street, even if you're carrying a rocket launcher.

The Hummer pickup truck moved slowly on the mountain road because it was too muddy. The road to Mae Sai was a dirt road, and there was a cliff in one section, so we had to drive very carefully.

"Give us five hundred thousand US dollars and fix this road!"

"To get rich, build roads first!"

Looking at the dilapidated road, Yang Jun had the idea of ​​repairing it, partly for the sake of his business.

"Okay, I'll have someone take care of it right away."

There is no shortage of road repair workers. As long as we recruit people in Mae Sai town, and as long as we have money, we will have no shortage of hardworking workers.

"Boss, the warlord in Meisai Town has a militia battalion, about 300 people, armed with AK47 assault rifles, and their training is rather lax!"

"Do you want to do it or not?"

Ahua reported the information he had gathered to Yang Jun, his eyes shining with excitement as he asked...

Yang Jun didn't say anything, but shook his head while smoking a cigar.

They were newcomers and had not yet established themselves. Every warlord had a network of connections behind him; otherwise, how could he occupy the territory of a town?

“Ahua, send a capable subordinate to build an intelligence network in northern Myanmar.”

Yang Jun wasn't in a hurry to seize territory, since he wasn't short of money anyway. He decided to quietly train his army first, as a backup plan.

Yang Jun spent five days in Dai State before heading to Chiang Mai to take a private plane back to Hong Kong without attracting anyone's attention.

Yang Jun was sitting on the sofa in the airplane cabin reading a newspaper when a headline caught his attention.

Rosamund Kwan becomes a sensation in Hong Kong, and tycoon Wang Guoyu pursues her relentlessly!

Yang Jun frowned. There was a picture to prove it: a wealthy middle-aged man in his forties was holding flowers and handing them to Guan Zhilin.

"Who is this Wang Guoyu?"

Ahua, standing right beside him, said with a surprised expression:

"Boss, Wang Guoyu is a senior executive at HSBC, earning an annual salary of two million, and he's been divorced once."

Is this what you call a tycoon? The media is really taking things out of context. A worker with an annual salary of 200 million?
Yang Jun chuckled to himself. With these conditions, he dared to wear his worn-out shoes?
"Boss, should we get someone to teach him a lesson?"

Ahua's face was cold and stern. "Trying to steal the boss's woman? Are you tired of living?"
Yang Jun, wanting to see Guan Zhilin's thoughts, chuckled and said:

"Have someone keep an eye on them and report to me regularly."

Yang Jun didn't take it to heart. Guan Zhilin was just an actress, and Yang Jun didn't consider her his woman at all.

But even if it's just a toy, if you don't want to play with it anymore, do you, a wage earner with an annual salary of 200 million, even deserve it?
You're not even qualified to pick up my old shoes! Damn it!

Giant Film Company.

Rosamund Kwan stormed into the dressing room, and seeing some people pointing and whispering about her, she immediately yelled:

"Stop gossiping behind my back. I have absolutely no connection with that Wang guy!"

Rosamund Kwan was furious. The newspapers wrote all sorts of nonsense, making it seem as if he was dating someone surnamed Wang.

In reality, Rosamund Kwan didn't like Wang Guoyu at all; he was old, ugly, and a damn poor bastard.

An annual salary of only 200 million? Is that considered being rich?
Rosamund Kwan scoffed, saying that Mr. Yang gave her more than 300 million yuan in pocket money every year, which was more than his annual salary.

Rosamund Kwan is a simple woman, so simple that she only considers economic conditions. Obviously, Yang Jun's conditions are far superior to Wang Guoyu's in every aspect.

"Miss Guan, we didn't say anything?"

The makeup artists were trembling with fear. They knew that Miss Guan had a powerful background in the film company, and even the director was wary of her.

Meanwhile, Yang Jun also returned to Hong Kong.

As the year draws to a close, Yang Jun begins his year-end inspection tour, visiting branch offices like a lion surveying its territory.

Before he knew it, it was the end of 1986, the busiest time for Yang Jun. His first stop was Giant Film Company.

"Mr. Yang!"

General Manager Liu Xing once again stood at the door with the management team to greet them, but Yang Jun waved his hand, telling the other senior executives to go back to work, leaving only Liu Xing behind.

"Li Lianjie, congratulations, you've become a sensation in Hong Kong once again."

"No, he's become a sensation throughout Southeast Asia, a kung fu superstar!"

The film "Once Upon a Time in China" was released simultaneously on Yang's Cinemas and Sil-Metropole Cinemas. It grossed HK$45 million in Hong Kong and RMB100 million in mainland China.

Li Lianjie has become a new generation of kung fu superstar, even more popular than Chen Long!
Li Lianjie was reserved, but his heart was brimming with passion. He knew that his success was due to the promotion he received from his boss, Yang Jun.

"Mr. Yang, I want to thank you for your guidance."

Yang Jun nodded. Although it was all just polite talk, he still got a lot of emotional value from the praise from kung fu superstar Li Lianjie!

Liu Xing walked over and said to Yang Jun:

"Mr. Yang, a director named Niu Dunfei is looking for you. He's been waiting for you for several days."

"Oh, take me to the reception room, I want to meet him."

Yang Jun knew Niu Dunfei; the movie "Snake Beating" was directed by Niu Dunfei, a notorious Hong Kong director known for his violent, bloody, and other perverse scenes, and was called the king of Hong Kong cult films.

Yang Jun was very curious as to why Niu Dunfei wanted to see him.
Upon arriving at the reception room, Niu Dunfei was very excited to see Yang Jun and immediately grasped Yang Jun's hand.

"Mr. Yang, I've heard so much about you!"

"Director Niu, please have a seat. Let's serve tea to our guest."

Yang Jun exchanged a few polite words with Niu Dunfu, then Niu Dunfu got straight to the point, saying to Yang Jun:
"Mr. Yang, I want to make a special movie called 'Black Sun 731'."

Yang Jun's eyes lit up. This movie was really special. No one would dare to make it these days. Only Niu Dunfei had the guts to make this.

As the name suggests, Black Sun 731 is a film that exposes the inhumane human experiments conducted by the Japanese on civilians and prisoners of war in China. The scenes are terrifying, bloody, and visually shocking, leaving you terrified.

"You want to make this movie and want us to invest in it?"

After Yang Jun read the script, he handed it to Liu Xing. After reading it, General Manager Liu Xing's expression changed drastically. This movie vividly portrayed the cruelty and inhumanity of the Japanese invaders.

However, this kind of movie would cause a lot of trouble, and it definitely wouldn't be able to be shown in Japan.

(End of this chapter)