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Chapter 1311: Chapter 1166: Emergency Rescue Center (Please Subscribe!)
Xin’an City.
On the street.
The father was holding his daughter’s little hand.
Wandering aimlessly.
For half a day.
He just couldn’t find a place to stay, but after a day of idling, he fell in love with this city at once with its clean and tidy streets, modern and brand-new buildings.
Transportation accessible in all directions.
Friendly people.
Good public order.
It all overturned his fixed impression of Myanmar.
It was hard to imagine that just three years ago, this was a remote mountainous area, where people lived by cultivating flowers and depended on walking for transportation, with barely any form of communication except shouting amidst the chaos.
Now.
A city as beautiful as a garden had been built.
"Daddy, I’m sleepy."
His daughter Nuo Nuo’s voice.
Made him feel a surge of heartache.
"We’ll find a place to stay soon," the father comforted her, picking up his daughter as he looked around at all the different skin colors. He’d even thought before that staying overnight at an Internet cafe would be fine.
But.
Upon asking around.
He found out that there was a law here stating that Internet cafes couldn’t operate all night; they had to close in the evening. Even in the afternoon, he met another family with the same problem, unsure how they were faring now.
As darkness approached.
The father grew a bit anxious.
At that moment.
He remembered a phrase.
---’If you are in trouble, seek the police.’ But this was not domestic territory, and he wasn’t entirely clear on the situation here. Seeing a Security Pavilion, the father hesitated for a moment, then went in.
As he stepped in,
a young man in a Myanmar police uniform came up to him.
"Hello, may I help you?"
This was in Burmese.
The father didn’t understand.
"I come from Huaxia and can’t speak Burmese." Surely, in such a Security Pavilion, there would be police who could speak Chinese.
"Hello. Is there anything I can assist you with?"
Immediately.
A sentence in perfect Chinese came from the mouth of the policeman.
The father quickly said, "I brought my daughter for treatment, but the hotels in the city and the towns have no rooms available. I wonder if there’s any sort of family inn or something where my daughter and I could stay."
Hearing this statement,
Rong Wei smiled.
"You’ve come just at the right time. An hour ago, we just received a notice from the Special District that due to the number of patients exceeding expectations, we will open three Relief Centers for your temporary accommodation."
Rong Wei.
That was the name of the Security Pavilion team member, of Chinese descent.
This time, indeed, it was a test for them; so many people came over, and if not settled properly, it could become a joke to the outside world. Now, this place was under the scrutiny of media from all around the world.
And here.
After a day of consideration, the Special Zone finally took action.
Relief Centers.
The full name is ’Myanmar Economic Zone Post-Disaster Emergency Rescue Center.’
Usually empty.
They serve to shelter nearby people temporarily left homeless after natural disasters like earthquakes or flash floods. They might not be needed for ten years, but the one time they are, they’ll be worth it.
There are three Rescue Centers surrounding Xin’an City; following Special Zone regulations, every little town, based on population size, must have at least one Rescue Center, and they can only have more, not less.
While not large,
they are for emergency use.
Not regularly employed.
In Xin’an Town, each one typically accommodates only a thousand people; indeed, not many, but in case of a major disaster, the city could quickly erect numerous tents, and citizens’ homes could also make do by squeezing in.
Therefore.
This is only a part of the post-disaster relief effort; last month, Xin’an City finished construction of the third Relief Center, which passed inspection. Little did they expect, in such a short time, it would come into play.
Hearing there was somewhere to stay, the father was overjoyed, "Really? Thank you, thank you. A place to stay is all we need, and it looks like it’s going to rain soon. Mainly, I’m afraid my child will catch a chill."
"Don’t worry, sir. What’s your name?" Rong Wei asked again.
"I dare not, dare not, my surname is Mi, first name Hao," Mi Hao quickly reported his name.
"Do you have your passport with you? I need to register it." Rong Wei reached out his hand.
Mi Hao hurriedly took it out of his pocket.
"How many people?"
"Just the two of us."
Rong Wei opened the Myanmar Economic Zone governmental website.
He filled out a form on the rescue center’s application page, submitted the application, and after seeing the successful application notification, returned the passport to Mi Hao, "All set, the application is successful. It’s at the Western City Rescue Center."
He glanced at his watch.
It was also his time to change shifts.
"I’ll take you there in a little while," Rong Wei offered to help voluntarily. They were all Chinese, and these were Chinese coming for medical help; he also wanted to lend a modest hand—it was part of his job.
Mi Hao immediately expressed his thanks, "Thank you so much."
"Don’t mention it, just wait for ten minutes."
"Okay."
Ten minutes later.
Rong Wei completed his shift.
He took Mi Hao to an underground parking lot next to a nearby mall. The entire underground of Xin’an City was actually a huge parking lot, not continuous, but there were many of them, mainly for the sake of a more attractive surface.
Above ground, the roadside would be cluttered with parked vehicles.
It wasn’t pleasant to the eye.
Therefore,
The main parking areas in Xin’an City were underground, and there were also dedicated multi-story parking garages above ground. In any case, the position of Xin’an City was as a tourist city, and there were restrictions on the total number of vehicles.
Before the Special Zone was established,
Rong Wei’s family had some savings.
There were many gold and silver ornaments buried in his home for years, and after the establishment of the Special Zone, the Myanmar Bank Group "bought" them back at high prices in Asia Dollars during the trade boom, and Rong Wei’s father made a good deal of money.
They were considered middle class.
However,
Under the influence of the official-based ideology,
He still had his child join under the flag of zero. Initially, the security team members were all selected from soldiers, but later, as the Special Zone got on the right track, the management of the two became more distinct.
Military forces.
Were actually controlled by the Myanmar Bank Group.
Formally controlled by the Myanmar Special Zone Government.
Security forces.
Were practically managed by the Special Zone.
But recruitment and training, even human resources, were managed by a subsidiary institution of the armed forces here, which meant that, essentially, the Myanmar Bank Group still had absolute authority.
After Rong Wei got married last month,
His father bought him an off-road vehicle for commuting. Mi Hao had some recollection of the brand; it seemed he had seen advertisements for it on domestic TV, but he didn’t know which country it was from, nor had he looked into it deeply.
It had a very attractive appearance.
"Do you recognize this brand?" Rong Wei asked with a smile.
Mi Hao nodded.
"Somewhat."
Rong Wei smiled and said, "This car is imported from Huaxia, but the actual controller of this car company is on our side." In this territory, purchases are generally only recognized by brands of the Myanmar Group.
The reason is simple.
Its products.
Their quality is absolutely not bad.
Over time, trust has been established, and moreover, he was a member of the security team himself. His superiors all drove this kind of vehicle. If you drive a Mercedes-Benz, BMW, Toyota, or Audi,
That would be out of place!
"This is your car company?" Mi Hao asked in surprise.
"Right, this company previously took out loans from the Huaxia government and set up a car manufacturing company in Huaxia that has just gained the capacity for large-scale mass production. Just like that, they are selling it back here."
Rong Wei explained.
Mi Hao naively asked, "Why don’t you build a car company here?"
"Industry matching, in this regard, you Huaxia people indeed have an advantage, especially two years ago when our industry here had just started not long ago. Now that it has developed, we’ve also started construction of a branch factory in Myanmar."
Rong Wei said with his own understanding.
"I see."
Mi Hao nodded.
That’s right.
Without the industrial support, investing in automotive manufacture makes no sense.
