Proper Arrangements

In the office, in an instant, a memory naturally surfaced in Xu Jie's mind.
It was a memory from before he was discharged from the military.
That year, Xu Jie represented the Long Nation in the Asian Games.
On the field, he had befriended the Burmese long jumper, Ang Keban.
And Ang Keban was the younger brother of Jue Cun.
At the same time, Jue Cun was previously the head of the Myanmar delegation at the Asian Games.
These memories seemed to have already existed in Xu Jie's head.
It was just that now, by chance, he remembered Ang Keban, which brought back the past situation.
The corners of Xu Jie's mouth curled up.
The System's intervention was indeed extraordinary.
This Social Network Connection Card was not wasted.
He had been worried that because of the difference in status between him and Jue Cun, the effect of this Social Network Connection Card would be greatly reduced.
Now it seemed that was not the case.
Because in his memory, the slightly dark-skinned Ang Keban had previously come to the Long Nation for training for a very long time.
Not only had he lived with Xu Jie for a period, but he had also received guidance from Xu Jie's mentor.
Therefore, both Ang Keban and Jue Cun owed a debt of gratitude to the Long Nation's national long jump team.
Xu Jie did not hesitate, took out his phone, and dialed an international number.
Ring... ring...
"Hello? Is... is that Brother Xu Jie?"
A young male voice came from the other end of the line.
The voice sounded a bit excited.
His Mandarin was not very accurate.
Xu Jie chuckled.
This voice was exactly as he remembered; it was indeed Ang Keban.
In fact, in the areas of Myanmar bordering the Long Nation, local residents often used the language of the Long Nation or the Yunnan dialect to communicate.
The so-called official Burmese language, on the contrary, was rarely used by them.
Why?
Because they wanted to do business with the people of the Long Nation.
Furthermore, to be more realistic, weren't those small border countries actually territories of the Long Nation in the past?
Whether due to historical origins or practical factors, the border areas actually relied mainly on the Long Nation for both language and currency.
"Ang Keban, it's been a long time. How have you been lately?"
Xu Jie spoke slowly with a smile.
After chatting for a while, Xu Jie found out.
It turned out that Ang Keban had now become the backbone of the Myanmar national long jump team.
Xu Jie felt a wave of emotion.
In the blink of an eye, many years had passed. The timid Ang Keban of the past had now become the icon of Myanmar's long jump.
And himself...
Xu Jie shook his head, casting aside the stray thoughts in his mind.
"Ang Keban, I'm calling you today because I need a favor."
After some small talk, Xu Jie went straight to the point.
Human life is of paramount importance.
He wanted to do his best to ensure Lu Zhishan's safety.
After all, this matter concerned the future of his student.
Xu Jie could completely foresee it.
If Lu Zhishan really died in the far north of Myanmar, then this child, Lu Junwu, would collapse.
Kidnapped and sold by detestable human traffickers at a young age, he was later rescued by Lu Zhishan.
More than ten years had passed.
Did one even need to ask about Lu Zhishan's status in Lu Junwu's heart?
Even if Lu Junwu's biological parents appeared at this moment, Xu Jie believed that Lu Junwu would absolutely choose to follow Lu Zhishan.
The grace of birth or the grace of raising?
Xu Jie believed Lu Junwu would absolutely choose the latter.
"Brother Jie, just say the word."
"What do you need me to do?"
On the other end of the line, Ang Keban asked curiously.
Brother Jie was a super-strong former member of the Long Nation's national long jump team.
What could he possibly need help with?
"It's like this."
"I have a friend..."
Xu Jie recounted Lu Zhishan's situation, filtering out the key points.
"I saw on the news that your brother, Dr. Jue Cun, is now the Chief Minister of Shan State."
"I want to ask him to help my friend out a bit."
On the other end of the line, Ang Keban listened to Xu Jie's words and understood the truth of the matter.
"Brother Jie, I will speak with my brother first."
"I'll send you his contact information in a bit. It will be more convenient for you to contact him directly."
"Because there are other armed forces in Shan State, our government military cannot resolve everything."
"But I will have my brother try to mediate from within."
Xu Jie heard Ang Keban's words and nodded slightly.
He knew that in the far north, the government military was not omnipotent.
If you provoked those warlords, big or small, they wouldn't care whether you were the government military or not.
These warlords had soldiers, guns, money, minerals, and drugs in their hands...
In essence, they were just like the regional warlords that the people of the Long Nation often saw in novels and TV dramas.
However, compared to the regional warlords in the history of the Long Nation, their scale was too small to build any grand empire.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, they were still existences that could not be easily provoked.
After all, they really would harvest kidneys.
"Thank you, Ang Keban."
"I believe we will meet again at next year's Asian Games."
Xu Jie chatted with Ang Keban for a bit longer before hanging up.
About half an hour later, an unfamiliar foreign number called.
Fortunately, the national anti-fraud app did not flag it as a scam call, so Xu Jie felt safe enough to answer.
"Hello, is this Mr. Xu? I am Jue Cun."
"Hello, Dr. Jue Cun."
Jue Cun, as the Chief Minister of Shan State, did not come from a low background.
Or perhaps in a place like Myanmar, people from low backgrounds could not rise to such heights.
The family history of Ang Keban and Jue Cun's ancestors was quite complex.
The predecessors planted the trees, and the descendants enjoyed the shade.
By Ang Keban and Jue Cun's generation, one became a regional leader, and the other became a national athlete.
From birth, they were more comfortable, not needing to struggle for survival like ordinary Burmese citizens.
"Ang Keban has already told me what happened."
"Mr. Xu can rest assured, I will help handle this matter."
"After all, back in the Long Nation, Mr. Xu and your respected mentor gave a lot of help and guidance to our Burmese long jumpers."
Jue Cun was very polite to Xu Jie.
A state in Myanmar was equivalent to an autonomous region in the Long Nation.
Jue Cun was essentially a provincial governor-level figure.
Being so polite to Xu Jie was somewhat unexpected for him.
During their conversation, Jue Cun gave Xu Jie another contact number.
This was the phone number of an armed force group in the border region between the Long Nation and Myanmar.
According to Jue Cun, this was his private armed force.
As long as Lu Zhishan crossed the border, he could be taken directly to his destination.
Even when passing through areas controlled by regional warlords, Lu Zhishan's safety could be guaranteed.
After thanking Jue Cun, the two hung up the phone.

Sáng hôm sau, trong giờ giải lao giữa các tiết giảng.
Xu Jie received a call from Lu Zhishan.
Xu Jie raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Lu Zhishan and his group to act so quickly, arriving at the border already.
"Teacher Xu, I have arrived at the Yunnan border and will cross shortly."
Although Lu Zhishan was doubtful, he still called Xu Jie before leaving the country.
"Good. After you cross the border, don't rush to leave immediately."
"I have a friend in Myanmar. I'll have him escort you for a stretch of the journey."
"This is his phone number. I've already contacted him. Once you arrive in Myanmar, contact him directly."
Hearing Teacher Xu's words, Lu Zhishan was stunned.
Teacher Xu actually had friends in Myanmar?
This truly shocked him.
But when Lu Zhishan passed through the gate, entered Burmese territory, and made the call, the "friend" Teacher Xu spoke of directly left Lu Zhishan dumbfounded in shock!