Danbo left the hotel with a relaxed footsteps and a cheerful expression. He was the lucky one who won the grand prize, and the peak of his life was coming. Behind him, two BBC reporters were like old trees at the village entrance, looking out from a distance, with stiff faces.

For Westerners, "Asia, Africa, Latin America" ​​should be a place of backwardness and ignorance. The natives should smirk with a pleasing silly, stretch out their dirty hands, look up at the white people coming from afar, and try to ask for something.

Jack London is an American who wrote the text "Love Life" and went to elementary school. He also wrote an article "Unprecedented Invasion", imagining the use of biological and chemical weapons to exterminate the Chinese.

This short story was written in 1910. Jack London imagined that in 1976, the white coalition forces surrounded China and killed all the natives like killing dogs. This should be inspired by infectious diseases to destroy Indians, Mayans, and Aztecs.

The reason for the massacre is very simple - there is no common psychological core between white people and China, and there are too many Chinese people.

‘White skins’ love life, but their definition of life is different from ours.

When they found that the inferior creatures in their eyes were likely to cheat them out of $500 and a miniature video camera, the two British guys were in a burst of heart. They couldn't call Danbo back, and they could only spread their resentment on the hired translator.

"In the future, you must translate our words truthfully and not modify them randomly. Now is the stage of collecting materials, and the authenticity of the materials must be ensured. How to process them in the later stage is our job, not yours. Remember, you are just a translator."

A British man poked the translator's chest with his finger, which made the latter angry and painful. But he had just been caught in the trick of tying inside and outside, so he could only bow his head and admit his mistake and ask for forgiveness. As for the future...

Until the British find the next reliable translation, the current translator does not intend to change it. They are all in the same group and no one can do without anyone else.

"Where is the next interviewee?" Two reporters looked through the interview book and thought that the interviewees found by the translator were not very reliable. "Or we can interview randomly. Let's start with this hotel."

There were some small merchants in the hotel. They wandered among the forces of war-torn states, and made good friends with the leaders of the forces to allow goods and currency to flow.

The forces of various states also need merchants, otherwise even if they plant a lot of tobacco fields, they will be of use to buy daily necessities? This thing cannot be eaten or worn.

The businessman knows a lot of information and is a good interviewer. The reporter asked the translator and found a middle-aged man in the hotel for dinner.

After opening his mouth to indicate his identity, he still asked an old question, "What do you think of the invaders from the north?"

The middle-aged man had a dark face and thick arms. He looked calm and he was eating slowly, but there was a rifle at his feet. There were two young men at the same table, probably his subordinates.

Regarding the reporter's question, the middle-aged businessman looked up slightly and sneered: "That is an investor invited by Bangli. Only those with ulterior motives will slander the intruders."

"But the so-called 'investors' are killing people everywhere, and we have evidence. They slaughtered a lot of people. Don't you think this is too cruel? This is an invasion."

BBC reporters tried to correct the views of middle-aged businessmen, but the other party still sneered, "There are too few kills, so you should kill more."

This view was too horrifying, and the reporters and translators were stunned.

"Why?"

"They were eliminated, and they caused war and vendetta everywhere, and we were also deeply hurt. No one wanted to live in uneasiness all day.

People in the West are humans, and people in the East are humans. We hope to stay in an orderly place, rather than being beaten to death when you go out, or even burn to death when you stay at home.

I am willing to pay taxes, be a guide, and be willing to seek refuge in the "Holy Light". I just hope that they will manage the local area well.

But you British people want to be war everywhere so that they can make a profit from it. In the past we had no choice but to be bullied by you, but now we want to live a different way."

The middle-aged businessman sat at the table and ate a simple dinner. He did not hide his hatred for Westerners and stared at the two British journalists fiercely.

The British guys knew something was wrong when they looked at the other party, but they were still waiting for the translation to retell. However, the translator rushed to shout to the middle-aged businessman: "You are too ignorant, the people in the north are just using you. Do you really think what they said is true?

Although there is no evidence yet, the ‘Holy Light’ has absolutely conspiracy. They may have done something good, but they are evil groups sanctioned by the United States. We are a world of liberal democracy and we must drive them out."

The translator was very excited, and the middle-aged businessman also became loud, "Stop playing this with me, I have been in Yangon, I'm tired of listening to your nonsense.

There is no evidence, right? Because you don’t care about the evidence at all. You just want to make trouble. If you need it, you can make up evidence.

You don’t care how many meals the villagers eat a day, how dilapidated the huts the poor live in, and how many children die if they don’t live to adulthood.

As for the chaotic troops in the local area, you have no choice but to deal with them for decades. After all, you are staying hundreds of kilometers away, living in a comfortable big house, and living a life of a superior person.

What else have you done besides calling and calling? Now someone is here to help us, but you are braver and bring foreigners to make trouble. This is because you think that civilized people will not die, right? I want to prove you are wrong."

The middle-aged businessman cursed until the end and fucked the rifle under his feet. Two of his men also stood up and pointed the gun at the British.

The British only heard his translator suddenly quarrel with the interviewee. When he saw the gun, he raised his hand quickly. The translator also shouted: "I am an employee of the British BBC. I have an overseas passport."

Twist...

"I don't recognize this." The middle-aged businessman pulled the trigger and all three bullets shot into the interpreter's chest. The latter fell back and fell to the ground, and died instantly.

The British guy was so scared that he was shattered and raised his hands and retreated repeatedly, turning around and hid in the hotel kitchen.

There was no back door in the kitchen, and the British turned around like a hurried mouse, begging the chef, curled up and hid behind the cabinet, hoping to obtain shelter.

The chef of the hotel was inexplicably and walked outside to check the situation.

After a while, the chef came back and signaled that the British could go out. But the two British refused to leave behind the cabinets. It was not until the officials of Lashio came that they walked out of the hotel kitchen in fear.

The people in the hotel were very calm. Except for a pool of blood on the floor of the hall, it seemed that nothing had happened. The middle-aged businessman who shot was missing long ago, as for the translation...

"We will be responsible for pursuing the murderer, but it will take time. The body is sent to the hospital morgue. We don't have an ice coffin here. If no one claims it, we will be buried tomorrow. Do you want to bring the body back to Yangon?"

The officials of Lashio stared at the two British men. The latter shook their heads directly. They only asked for help getting a car, hoping to return to Yangon as soon as possible, and the rest could only rely on God.
Chapter completed!