C508 Product Meeting
C508 Product Meeting
But she never thought that her influence would be so great, and that it would be the greatest power among the Four Great Regions of the Golden Triangle.
The drug bases in the Golden Triangle region were divided into four regions, the east, west, south and north. The southern region was the largest, and the opium poppy cultivation base was over six thousand mu.
Next was the west region, about 4000 mu. The east region was the smallest, about 2000 mu, which was only about 800 mu away from the northern region. Furthermore, it was controlled by the three little drug lords.
Because the latitude was closer to the equator, the southern part of the four major districts had more sunshine, longer growth periods, and better quality opium poppy. Half of the drugs sold outside of Golden Triangle were all provided by the southern part of the continent, and the price was the highest.
Opium poppy is an annual herb, sown in March and April, blooming in July. Juice can be collected from the ovary at this time, and the seeds will mature in late August.
When July came, planters recruited from the local area would cut the poison in the ovary with a knife under the supervision of gun-toting guards. It would take about two months after the procedures, such as screening and sunning.
It was already October when large quantities of semi-finished products were refined into finished products that could be put into the market through the currently more advanced and professional purification instruments.
It was already past the poppy harvest season, but Lee Nanfang had seen a large area of poppies blooming under the window last night. He was so shocked that he didn't think about it at the time and didn't think about the fact that poppies shouldn't grow.
This morning, after he woke up in his rattan chair, he touched the small scratches on his neck. As he was staring blankly into the blue sky, Helan Xiaoxin told him that this poppy land was the only treasure land in the entire Golden Triangle region.
This treasured land was located in a valley, just like a large shed in the Inner Real Estate's vegetable area.
Surprisingly, this season's mature opium poppy still retained its original flavour. Unlike the other season's vegetables in the large shed, it only had a surface taste, but the taste was not very good.
Helan Xiaoxin also told him that today was the annual drug trade convention.
Every year on this day, drug dealers and drug dealers from all over the world would gather here from all directions to inspect the products and prices of the four large districts, waiting until the last Friday in October for the takeout.
As for why they chose the last Friday in October, as the date of the drug fair, it was said to be in memory of a French woman.
As early as 1920, French women E. Guérin sold handmade poppies to raise money to help orphans after the First World War.
She visited Canada in 1921 and persuaded the Canadian War Veterans Association to accept the poppy as a veterans anniversary symbol for fund-raising.
Thus, on the last Friday of October of each year, and on the anniversary of the 11th of November, tens of millions of poppies were sent to the general public, to be worn on the left lapel of the garment or near the heart, as a tribute to those who had died for the country.
People could use poppies to help veterans and their families who needed help.
Just like the scholar who believed in Confucius as a saint and the gangster who treated Master Guan as the founder of a sect, any profession would want to have a famous pioneer in this industry.
So is the drug business.
It was as if this was the only way everyone would feel much more at ease when they were dealing with drugs and poisoning people.
Lee Nanfang didn't believe that these drug lords and drug dealers, who only had money in their eyes and saw human lives as grass, would pay a portion of the money to be charitable in accordance with the French woman's original intention of using poppies to make money for disabled veterans.
But it was true.
He discovered that after every successful transaction, the buyer and seller would take out a certain percentage of their cash and place it in the donation box at the southeast corner of the trade fair.
Every "good money" was in the world's currency, and 10,000 dollars was the minimum amount.
By the time the golden red glow of the setting sun had covered everything in an enchanting sheen, the bundles of new dollars were already half a box in size, roughly estimated at at at least three million dollars.
What made Lee Nanfang a little surprised was that there was no one guarding the sides of the box. It was like if you wanted to, you could leave at any time with that box of US dollars and no one would care about you.
A whole three million dollars was left there, but no one wanted it. For Lee Nanfang, who couldn't pick up anything when walking, it was quite a torture to him.
However, Gala, who was accompanying him, told him that this amount of money could only make up at most 30% of the charity money. After the Southern District's products were released, as one transaction after another succeeded, the box would be filled with money.
Gala was a local, in his early twenties. He was less than 1.6 meters tall, and his skin was dark. He looked like a malnourished child, but his eyes were very agile and he could speak Mandarin fluently.
Gala was one of Sister Xin's trusted aides. Even though he did not look impressive, he was still a ruthless person.
Gala's mission today was to accompany Lee Nanfang around the city as a tour guide.
As long as Lee Nanfang wanted to go, no matter which region he went to, he would be able to move freely. Gala's face was the most useful ticket in the entire Golden Triangle.
In Gala's whispered introduction, Lee Nanfang realized that there were still many people standing on the sidelines in the busy trade fair.
Among them, there were more than a dozen men who were surrounded by several burly men. They had been sitting on recliners under the awning since morning, drinking, smoking and conversing with their trusted aides in low voices.
It was as if they had come here just for the fun of it.
However, everyone present knew that they were the real big buyers.
The drugs produced in the north and east could satisfy the appetite of ordinary drug dealers, whether it was in terms of yield or price, but they were not interested.
They only stared at the products from the Southern District. Number 1!
If there was a luxury amongst the drugs, then Number 1 would definitely be the LV in the bag, the Rolls-Royce in the car, and the Number 1 Firebox.
For example, those working dogs who relied on a monthly salary of three to five thousand, eating a head shaking pill was like celebrating the new year. They might not even be able to taste number one in their entire lives.
Those who could afford it, those who could afford it, were all members of the rich and powerful Clubs.
The reason why the rich favored Number 1 was mainly because it had advantages that other drugs couldn't compare with. It had the super enjoyment that normal drugs could bring to people, but it did not harm the human body at all. It did not need to be like an ordinary drug addict, in just a few months' time, he had already become a skinny big smoker.
As for the rumor that the incubation period of number one was twenty years long, and that the poison would be released at that time, was it really that important?
Today was the day of wine, and tomorrow was the day to swallow their bran.
For the majority of the rich and powerful people who had already enjoyed the greatest amount of wealth in the mortal world, it was sufficient for them to enjoy the supreme happiness brought by Number One even if the incubation period was twenty years, or even two years.
Because of Number 1's unique characteristics, even though its price was extremely high, it was still favored by the rich.
When Lee Nanfang passed the dozens of people holding a glass of wine, he would hear them discussing with their trusted aides how to get more No.1 from Zha Cai later on to satisfy the rich men who had already given them their deposit.
They still didn't know that their boss, Mr. Zha Cai, had already been treated as a fertilizer last night and buried in Opium Poppy Field.
"What are you looking at?"
Lee Nanfang stayed in the group for a short time before he caught the attention of the others. A tall and sturdy black guy walked over with unfriendly eyes. He raised his hand and pushed towards Lee Nanfang's shoulder.
The drug trade convention was held in the central region of Golden Triangle, which was also known as the aboriginal region. The special open area for this purpose was approximately five acres wide, surrounded by tall and sturdy bamboo, and from time to time, the figures of soldiers in camouflage clothing would flash past.
There were a total of two hundred heavily armed soldiers, and they were the subordinates of the drug lords from the four regions. Their main job was to ensure the security of the area and prevent the local government from coming to "create trouble" for the region.
For safety reasons, all buyers who enter the meeting place are forbidden to carry any weapons.
Once discovered, the light person is expelled from the meeting and permanently disqualified from selling.
Those who were heavy, could be killed by random lances, and be dragged into the Opium Poppy Field as expenses.
In this place, a death in broad daylight was nothing.
If he could, the black man wouldn't have pushed Lee Nanfang with his hand. He had already pulled out his gun without a second thought, just like the handsome pony in "Hero's true colors", and smashed Lee Nanfang's head.
Lee Nanfang did not dodge, his eyelashes did not even move, and he still had a faint smile on his face. Lee Nanfang did not dodge, and his eyelashes did not even move, and still had a faint smile on his face.
Helan Xiaoxin had told Gala personally in front of him that this was my man. If he lost a single strand of hair today, you should hurry up and kill yourself.
Just as the African man's hand was about to touch Lee Nanfang's clothes, his movements froze.
A black pistol was pointed right at his head. Gala said with a sinister tone, "Don't move, I'll blow your head off."
Almost everyone was wearing proper clothing. They were dressed in sexy European and American beauties with silver plates in their hands. They were walking in the crowd like butterflies while serving wine to the guests. No matter how one looked at it, it was no different from an outdoor party.
However, the black guy was very clear that the biggest difference between this kind of reception and his previous one was that even if Gala's head was blown off, he wouldn't take any responsibility and would only bring trouble to his boss.
Cold sweat broke out from the black man's forehead. A moment later, he slowly raised his hands.
After seeing Gala move his gun, a pair of soldiers patrolling behind the bamboo forest immediately ran over with Weibo in their hands. Wherever they went, everyone dodged to the side and looked in their direction.
These people were all Helan Xiaoxin's subordinates. They were also carrying the heavy responsibility of helping Gala take good care of the 'Lady Boss'.
"Brother, let's talk properly."
The boss who was sitting on the rattan chair with a glass in his left hand and a cigar in his right hand immediately realized that something was wrong. He immediately stood up and was about to walk over when Gala pointed a gun at him with his left hand.
The boss' expression changed and he waved his hand. He wanted to get used to his subordinates' behavior.
Several loud noises were heard, and the soldiers that were rushing over all pointed their guns at them. With murderous looks in their eyes, they waited for Gala's order to shoot them down.