At the beginning of January of this year (1982), Mr. Gao Xinjiang, the deputy editor-in-chief of "China Times", asked me if I would be interested in visiting the lonely military descendants left in the book in the Thai-Myanmar border region?If possible, go to the refugee village and the Golden Triangle.I was even more encouraged to say that Mr. Yu Jizhong, Chairman of the Times, and Mr. Zhang Pingfeng, the editor-in-chief, both supported this plan, and thought that I was getting old, and this trip went deep into the wilderness. So that in case of an accident, someone will be there to take care of you.This proposal made my heart flutter. Although I have just returned from the United States, I haven’t even finished writing my mixed feelings about the visit to the United States, and I have recently moved again—a move is like a divorce, which is equivalent to peeling off a layer of skin, but I still almost If he didn't wait for him to finish speaking, he agreed with all his mouth. That was exactly the place I wanted to go for many years. The lonely army in the book left people with unfinished sighs.The refugee village symbolizes the suffering of Chinese people in the 20th century.The Golden Triangle is mysterious, and there are many reports from foreigners, but every article we can see has a feeling of "separation". It seems that their observations seem to only go halfway. At its root, I subconsciously think that , there is an even more astounding fundamental level, which only the Chinese can understand.

I happily accepted this errand, and decided to set off on the tenth day (February 3rd) after the Lunar New Year (January 25th).So, I started to go through the formalities of going abroad, collect information, and search for human relationships there.However, it didn't take long for me to regret agreeing too quickly.A few days before New Year's Eve, the Golden Triangle war broke out. The Thai armed forces launched a large-scale attack on the core base of the Golden Triangle, known as the "star stack" of the drug cave, from the ground and the air. What a poetic name. , became world-wide important news. Ms. Zhong Chunlan, editor-in-chief of "Happy Family Magazine", once gave me a copy of a series of exotic articles published by a legendary writer, Ms. Zeng Yan, together with her address.Ms. Zeng Yan lives in Manxingdie, and she is one of the most important trump cards in my hand.But the day before the departure, Ms. Zhong Chunlan looked for me everywhere in a hurry, and said in a panic that Ms. Zeng Yan's husband was shot and killed on the first day of the war. She fled with her two daughters because of the Thai army. The blockade was incomprehensible and the body could not be collected.

The news was depressing, and my friends unanimously advised me not to jump like a moth into the flames of war, at least delay until the dust settled.When we set off, Mr. Luo Zuguang, the social affairs committee member of "Liberty Press", drove us to Taoyuan Airport, and then Mr. Zhang Pingfeng, the editor-in-chief of "China Times", and Mr. Gao Xinjiang and his wife also rushed over. They wished us safe, and He instructed: "It is better to go back empty-handed than risk your life." His complexion is heavy, which makes people feel a kind of tragic feeling that "the wind is rustling and the water is cold", and the strong man will never return.

When I arrived in Bangkok, I once again regretted that I shouldn't have done this trip.Like the Casablanca of North Africa during World War II, Bangkok was the Casablanca of the East in the 1980s, filled with spies, and more agents from international anti-drug organizations than Casablanca.Almost everyone in Bangkok has a basket of information. Whatever you need, someone will provide it.From the every move of Vietnam and its tail country, the Hengshan Forest regime in Cambodia, down to the lone Hmong, refugee villages, and all kinds of information about the Golden Triangle that we long for.The problem is, we have no way of judging its authenticity.

——Even normal business behavior is the same. There is a "Shili Tour Guide Agency" in Bangkok. Mr. Fan Shili, the person in charge, provided me with thirteen bases of the foreign solitary Miaozi when he was in Taipei (some are whole and some are part, lifelike, Just like the real thing), willing to take charge of all the arrangements.I didn't realize it was just a scam until before I left. Fortunately, I discovered it early, otherwise I couldn't even leave the airport after arriving in Bangkok. This is not a blow, the biggest blow is that all the people who expected to get help from some people have all failed.The two telegrams (from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the Relief Association of Chinese Mainland Disasters) sent from Taipei to Mr. Shen Keqin, the representative (ambassador) of the Far East Commercial Representative Office (Embassy), and the nearly twenty sincere letters in my hand Letters of introduction, under the unique operation of the officialdom, are all useless after delivery.This made us like shot down lone geese, trapped in a foreign capital with unfamiliar people and a language barrier. A strange atmosphere seized us, and we didn't know what to do.The "foreign land" lone Hmong, refugee villages, and the Golden Triangle are all in the wild mountainous area 900 kilometers north of Bangkok, and they can't even be seen.This predicament made me think of going back to Taipei several times.What inspired me to make a desperate decision was Mr. Shen Keqin's words. He said harshly: "Even if you go to the Golden Triangle and report to Taipei that you are going to sell drugs, you will be finished." My reaction was: Don't tell me that I was a drug dealer, even if I was framed and put heroin on me, I don't care, maybe my life and freedom will be ruined here, but I didn't do such a thing, I just didn't do this kind of thing.Obviously, there must be something wrong with it, and it will be boycotted.So, I searched for guides on my own (during the three weeks in Thailand, I changed six guides).On February 6, three days after arriving in Bangkok, I wrote a letter to the newspaper: "Tomorrow, I will go deep into the border area. If the guide does not come to meet me, I will still go alone. People have a time to live and a place to die."

We finally arrived at Manxingdie, and met with the important assistant of Mr. Kun Sha, who is called "the king of drug lords" by the world public opinion.And just the day before, there was still an intense shooting battle there.After returning from Manxingdie to Chiang Rai, 60 kilometers to the south, the old wife flew back to Bangkok first because the school she taught was about to start, waiting for the Thai Airways flight back to Taiwan.I stayed in Chiang Rai, continued to collect information, and prepared to enter the mountains again if possible.But soon, there was an ominous premonition that killing a person was easier than cutting a blade of grass in the Golden Triangle and its vicinity.I once revealed that the report should be factual, and the guide who panics too much to protect himself may pre-empt the strike.I was staying in a hotel at the time, and after nightfall the next day, there was a soft knock on the door, and I turned to the bathroom and asked who it was?no answer.He stretched out his hand to fasten the door chain and looked in the exterior mirror. It turned out that the waiter was carrying the laundry.I don't think it's anyone's costume like in the movie.Early the next morning, when a thick man wearing rubber shoes blocked the door and respectfully invited me to go to the mountains again, and their "chief" was willing to talk to me, I felt an unusual smell and hurriedly picked up the suitcase. Very enthusiastically pulled him downstairs to have breakfast together.Going down the stairs, under the watchful eyes of everyone, hopped on a van-type minibus unique to Thailand, and went to Chiang Mai, which is 150 kilometers away, without negotiating the price.

But what saddens me the most is that the report on this trip will greatly disappoint the newspaper and the readers.On the first day after returning to China, someone asked: "Can you see the heroin refining factory?" This question is so easy, I told him: "Only the dead can see it." People who don't know the inside story said People who know the inside story can't tell the inside story.Although I only know a little bit of the inside story, I am also in this predicament. But I still do my best under the principle of not harming my friends who are still staying in northern Thailand to help me.Let's start with the Golden Triangle.