Chapter 24 Chapter Twenty-Three

"Damn General Praca! Damn the white shirt!" Carlisle slapped hard on the railing of the apartment's balcony.He didn't shave or take a bath.The Farang industrial area was completely cordoned off, and he couldn't get back to the Victory Hotel.It's been a week and his clothes are starting to show the salt stains common in tropical places. "The landing pad is closed again, and the locks are completely closed. Even the pier needs a pass to go through." He turned around, went back inside the apartment, and poured himself a glass of wine. "These fucking white shirts. "

Seeing Carlisle's appearance, Anderson couldn't help but smile, "I warned you not to stab these cobras." Carlisle frowned. "I didn't do it. Someone in the Ministry of Trade had a brilliant idea and it went too far, damn Jaidy," he said angrily. "They shouldn't have done that." "Could it be Akarat's scheme?" "He's not that stupid." "It doesn't matter if they're stupid or not." Anderson raised his glass of warm rice wine to greet Carlisle, "It's been a week since the lockdown. Judging by the look of the white shirts, they seem to have just begun."

Carlisle looked at him exasperatedly. "Don't be so smug. I know you're screwed too." Anderson took a sip of his wine. "Honestly, I don't give a damn. My factory used to work. Now, it doesn't." He leaned forward. "What I need now is to understand the Is Tet fully prepared, as you said." He nodded towards the city outside, "Because, judging from the current situation, he doesn't seem to have made any counterattacks." "You seem to find this kind of thing interesting?" "I figured, if he's isolated, he needs friends. I want you to get back in touch with him. We're ready to support him through this crisis."

"Last time, you made an offer that he threatened to kill you. Now you plan to make a better offer?" "The price is the same. The gift is also the same." Anderson took another sip of his wine, "but maybe Akarat is willing to think more rationally this time." Carlisle stared darkly at the green methane flames of the street lights outside. "Every day, I'm losing more money." "Didn't you say you were very influential in the water pump business?" "Stop smirking." Carlisle frowned. "You can't even send a message to threaten these bastards. They will kill the messenger too."

Anderson smiled slightly, "Well, I don't want to wait until the rainy season for these white shirts to regain their sanity. Arrange for me to meet with Akarat, and we can provide all the help he needs." "You thought you could swim to Anglet Isle and fight back with an army of rebels? What would you help him with? A couple of office workers and the captain of a clipper ship? Maybe someone who was drinking all day waiting for the kingdom to fall Low-level traders who lifted the embargo after the famine so they could sell their goods?" Anderson smiled and said, "If we really want to do something, we will come from Myanmar. By the time someone finds out, it will be too late." He stared into Carlisle's eyes until the other party had to look away.

"The same conditions?" Carlisle asked. "Aren't your conditions going to change at all?" "Access to the Thai Seed Vault, and a man named Gibson. Nothing else." "What can you give him?" "What does Akarat need, money for bribes? Gold? Diamonds? Emeralds?" He paused. "Assault troops." "My God, you mean what you say about Burma." With the cup in his hand, Anderson gestured toward the night outside, "My pretense here no longer exists. I have only two ways to go. One is to accept this reality and continue working; Heading back to Des Moines with tails on. Let me tell you straight. Since Vincent Hu and Chitra Daresa founded Nongji, it has been playing the role of scavenger. A little chaos is not enough Let us mess up."

"Like in Finland." Anderson smiled, "I hope this time, our investment will have a better return." Carlisle frowned, "Oh my God. Well, I'll arrange for you to meet. But after all this is over, you'd better remember that I helped you." "Agrobase always remembers its friends." Anderson urged Carlisle to go out quickly, then closed the door and began to think.It's interesting to see what a crisis can do to a person.Carlisle, who had always been confident to arrogant, became flustered because he realized that now he was as eye-catching as if painted blue.At any moment, the White Shirts could begin to capture or execute any of the Farangs, and no one was saddened by it.And so, suddenly, Carlisle's self-confidence was stripped away completely, like a used filter mask.

Anderson walked to the balcony, looking at the dark city, the sea and Angrit Island in the distance, and the destructive force waiting quietly and patiently on the border of the Kingdom of Thailand. The time is near.