Chapter 27 Chapter Twenty Six

Fusheng crouched in an alley outside the Farang Industrial Zone.It was late at night, but white shirts were still everywhere.Wherever he turned, he saw groups of people in uniform.A lonely clipper was moored at the dock, waiting for permission to unload its cargo.In the factory zone, police officers from the Ministry of the Environment stood at every corner, preventing workers or shopkeepers from entering.Only a very small number of people are allowed in and out of this area, those who can show proof of residence here.native. Fusheng has only one yellow card identity document.It took him half the night to cross the entire city to avoid the checkpoint.He misses Amai.Those young eyes, those young ears made him feel safe.And now, squatting between the Cheshire cat and the piss-smelling rubbish, watching the white shirt check other people's IDs, he silently cursed the fact that he was separated from the power spring factory.He should be braver.Should have opened the safe while he had the chance.Should dare to take any risk.And now, it's too late.White shirts take over every inch of the city, and their favorite targets are the yellow cards.They like to test their batons on yellow card heads, they like to teach yellow card people a lesson.If it weren't for the influence of the dung giant, the yellow card people living in the building would have been slaughtered, of which Fusheng was sure.For the environment ministry, yellow carders are no different than other alien species and plagues that need to be dealt with.If they had the final say, the White Shirts would kill all the Yellow Cards they could find, and then kowtow to the Cub Queen to apologize for their overzealousness.But by then, all the yellow carders were dead.

A young woman shows her pass, and the white shirts move out of the way.She disappeared down the street, deep into the manufacturing district.Everything is close at hand, but it is as impossible to grasp as the floating clouds in the sky. Objectively speaking, the closing of the factory is probably the best outcome.All will be safer.If he wasn't surviving on the contents of his safe, he'd report the pollution on the production line to White Shirt and say goodbye to the damn factory.Still, he was tempted by the blueprints and instructions he needed, and that thing was at the center of the disease's spread, above the miasma emanating from the seaweed.

Fusheng was so annoyed that he almost pulled out all the remaining hair on his head. He stared furiously at that checkpoint, wishing the white shirts would go away and check somewhere else.He prayed to Guanyin Bodhisattva and Budai monk with a wide heart and fat body, hoping to get a little luck.As long as you can get the manufacturing blueprint, plus the support of the manure giant, there are too many possibilities.There is a future.With life.He can continue to worship his ancestors.And maybe a wife.Maybe have a son who can pass his family down.Maybe…… A patrol of white shirts approached.Fusheng moved his body into a deeper shadow.These enforcers reminded him of the time when the green hoods started patrolling at night.At first, they just caught couples holding hands in the street at night and arrested them on indecent charges.

At that time, he told his children to be cautious, to understand that the tide of conservatism always comes and goes; and if they can't have the kind of free life their parents once enjoyed, so what?Aren't their bellies full of food?Don't they still enjoy the company of family and friends?As long as they stay in the compound guarded by the high wall, what the green headband thinks is none of their business. Another patrol appeared.Fusheng turned around and slipped into the alley behind him.Right now, there is no way to avoid white shirts and enter the industrial manufacturing area.Bai Shirt has made up his mind to completely attack the power of the Ministry of Trade, and take care of Franc by the way.With a gloomy face, he began to return to the hut where he lived along the long and winding route planned.

Everyone else in the Ministry of Environment has been corrupted.But Jaidy didn't.Everyone will admit it if they are willing to tell the truth.There is a copy called "Homage to the City of Angels!" The tabloid of Jaidi, which praised Jaidi most strongly of all media, turned around when he was humiliated.But now, it's praising the country's hero again.Captain Jaidy was loved by so many that his body was now chopped into pieces and thrown into the digester as garbage.Someone has to be punished for this. If the Ministry of Trade is responsible for this, trade itself will be punished.As a result, factories, airship landing sites, roads and docks were all closed, and Fusheng's escape route was also blocked.He could not take a clipper, nor a barge upriver to Ayutthaya, nor an airship to Calcutta or Japan.

He managed to pass near the pier, where he was sure the white shirts were still there, and there were only a few workers nearby.They squatted on the ground, and the sudden blockade left them with nothing to do.A handsome clipper anchored a hundred meters from the shore, bobbing softly to and fro in the waves.It was more beautiful than any clipper he had ever owned.This is the latest design, the hull, the foils, the sails, everything is shiny.It must be fast and can carry a lot of cargo.It just sits there, shining brightly.And he stood on the pier, staring blankly at it.It could have driven all the way to India from here.

He saw a food truck where a vendor was frying genetically modified carp in an iron pan.Fusheng plucked up his courage.He must get information, even if asking questions may reveal his identity as a yellow card holder.Without information, he is like blind.The white shirt was on the other side of the pier, and even if the man yelled, there was still plenty of time for him to escape. Fu Sheng pretended to be relaxed and leaned over. "Are there any departing passengers here?" he whispered, nodding his head in the direction of the clipper ship. "Over there?" "There are no passengers." The peddler replied in a low voice.

"not even one?" The man frowned and nodded at the others who huddled in the shadows, smoking and playing poker.The men gathered around a shopkeeper's crank radio. "Those people have been waiting here for a week. You have to wait, yellow card people, just like everyone else." Fusheng, whose identity was discovered, almost turned and ran away, but he still tried his best to pretend to be equal to everyone else, so that the other party could see him as a person, not an unwelcome Cheshire cat, "Have you Heard of boats elsewhere on the coast, out of the city? I'll pay for it."

The fish seller shook his head, "No one leaves, and they can't go anywhere. They captured two groups of passengers, and I heard they were on the boat trying to go ashore. The white shirts didn't even allow the supply boat to leave the port. We're betting, it's the captain The first to weigh anchor, or the white shirt to open the port first." "What's the odds?" Fusheng asked. "If you buy the clipper and leave first, I'll give you ten for one." Fu Sheng pouted, "I won't take that kind of risk." "Then, one pays twenty."

Someone in the crowd seemed to notice the conversation, and they laughed silently. "Don't bet unless he gives you fifty-one," said one. "White Shirt won't let go. Not this time. The death of the Bangkok Tiger made them mad." Fusheng forced himself to laugh with everyone.He took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, lit one for himself, and then scattered the cigarettes to the people around him.It was a small gift of kindness, and at this moment, he was in the same situation as these Thais.If he wasn't wearing a Yellow Card accent, he might even try to give those white shirts some kind gifts.But at a time like tonight, the payoff for such an act might be a truncheon over the head.He didn't like to see his head smashed against the stones of the street.He smoked and looked at the barricades in the street.

Time is passing by every minute. A city that was completely sealed off——Thinking of this, Fu Sheng's hands trembled.This isn't for yellow carders, he told himself.We are not the cause of this.But he couldn't convince himself that the noose around the Yellow Card man's neck wasn't tightening.Maybe the white shirts are dealing with the Ministry of Trade at the moment, but there are just too many yellow carders in town.If trade stalls for a long time, even these now friendly people will find the reality of the lack of work, and then they will gather to drink, and then think of the yellow card people who live in the building. The Tiger of Bangkok is dead.His face was on every lamppost, on every facade of a building.There are three photos of Jaidy in a Muay Thai match, taped to the wall of a warehouse.Hero of the people.A man who cannot be bought, a man who looks down on government ministers, franc companies and small businessmen.He even fought the Ministry of the Environment, to which he belonged.He was sent to do paperwork, got into trouble everywhere, and ended up being sent out into the street, where he got into more trouble.This is a man who laughs at the threat of death, and has escaped as many as three assassinations, and it was not until the fourth assassination that he suffered disaster. Fu Sheng frowned.These days, the number four lingers in his mind.The Bangkok Tigers only had four chances, and how many chances had he already used up?Fusheng looked at the pier and the crowd who were huddled together and unable to board the boat they had reserved.As a refugee, his instincts are very sensitive.He could smell disaster in the wind, even more clearly than the storm from the sea breeze. The Tiger of Bangkok is dead.Captain Zaidi, who was printed on the paper, stared fixedly at Fusheng, and Fusheng suddenly had a terrifying feeling: the Bangkok Tiger was actually not dead.In fact, he was hunting. Fu Sheng hurriedly avoided the photo, as if it was a durian infected with rust.He was as sure that it was time to flee now, as he was sure that his family was all dead and buried in Malaya.Time to dodge predatory tigers, time to head into jungles infested with blood-sucking insects, feed on cockroaches, and wade through muddy rivers during the rainy season.It doesn't matter where you go.The important thing is that it is time to flee.Fusheng looked at the fast sailing ship that had dropped anchor from a distance.It's time to make a tough decision.The strong spring factory should be abandoned, and the blueprints kept in the factory should be abandoned.Delay will only make matters worse.His money must be spent, thus ensuring his survival. This raft is sinking.