Risheng Fort, located at the eastern end of the Sino-Mongolian border, is surrounded by continuous mountains. The grass is not fertile and the water is not beautiful. It is a standard land of poor mountains and bad waters. It was originally a wasteland, and even the most diligent herders didn't bother to graze here, and there were no people in the area. In recent years, a lot of mining resources have been discovered in the vicinity, and some private business owners and individual gold prospectors have gradually been active here, and a human settlement has been formed over time.
After more than ten years of accumulation, a fort with a permanent population of thousands has developed around this small settlement.
I can't remember who was the first to call this place Rishengbao.
I only know that this place is located in the easternmost part of Mongolia, where the sun rises first, so everyone calls it Risheng Fort.
Because the people who came here were all migrants, and the emperor was far away, Rishengbao did not have a formal administrative organization until now, not even a civil organization such as a sub-district office, let alone a post office bank police station.
To put it bluntly, Risheng Fort is an unmanaged place outside the law.
But thousands of people gather in this place, but life is orderly.
As the saying goes, where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are rivers and lakes, there are gangs.
In the small rivers and lakes of Rishengbao, there are three major forces.
The first major force is the mine owners’ business groups. The members are large and small private business owners. These bosses are mainly engaged in the development of nearby minerals. They have strong funds and have the most industries in the fort. They also provide water power for the fort. Infrastructure such as electricity (of course not free). Belongs to the elite class of Rishengpu.
The second largest force is the Gold Diggers Association. Its members are mainly self-employed individuals who want to make a fortune and mine. They have the largest number and are more loosely organized. It is the main labor class in Baozi.
The third largest force is the Smugglers Alliance. Although this group has the smallest number, it is the most organized and disciplined. The Smugglers Alliance is the most mysterious organization in the castle. They have great magical powers. They have their footprints everywhere from Russia in the north, to China in the east, and Ulaanbaatar in the west.
The Smugglers Union has business dealings with local private business owners and gold diggers associations. They can get everything from military vehicles and weapons to daily department stores, as long as they pay.
These three forces help each other and develop in coordination, forming the main force of Rishengbao, and jointly maintaining the order of Rishengbao. Under their joint operation, the people of Rishengbao live and work in peace and contentment and their business is prosperous.
Each of the three groups has its own life circle, and the main activities of business owners are restaurants, song and dance halls and other "high-end" venues. The main venues for gold prospectors are taverns, casinos and other places where dragons and snakes are mixed. The smugglers' gathering place is the horse market.
Of course, there is also an indispensable leisure place in the baozi—the hair salon.
There are eye-catching neon signs at the entrance of every hair salon, and "sensible" customers will not admit it wrong. In addition to shampooing and haircutting, the hair salon also does skin and meat business, with 100 for small massage and 300 for large health care. The price is fair, and it is fair and fair.
"I dare to tell you that Rishengbao is the most fair place in the world. As long as you have money, there is nothing you can't buy!"
The drunk gold prospector summed up Rishengbao in one sentence. Prasad next to him smiled and nodded in agreement.
After arriving at Risheng Fort, Prasad went to the Fort in the first time to "step on a little". According to his experience, places such as wine shops and casinos are often gathering places for the three religions and the nine generations. It is easy to find value here. Information, and it’s not easy to be suspected.
Sure enough, in a dilapidated tavern, Prasad had just had a chat with the bartender, and a gold prospector took the initiative to come up and talk (begging for wine).
According to the self-introduction of the gold prospector, he was the first group of people who came to the town to search for gold. He was an authentic Chinese. Because he committed a crime in the Northeast, he went to Mongolia for refuge.
According to the gold digger, Risheng Fort has gathered people from all over the world. In addition to the business elites and the poor with dreams to make a fortune, there are also many debtors, refugees, thieves, robbers... Shengbao adheres to the principle of freedom and openness and treats everyone equally.
No one here cares about your past. The only requirement is that you have to abide by the order here.
This gold digger claims to have just turned forty, but he looks like he is in his sixties and seventies. He is dressed in tattered work clothes and a face that has suffered from vicissitudes of life. He is exactly the kind of "you have wine, I have a story". friend.
Prasad looked at the gold digger's unfulfilled expression, filled him with a glass of wine, and asked casually: "Where is the horse market? Can you take me to see it?"
The gold prospector drank the wine dry, staring at Prasad with red eyes: "As long as you have money, you can go anywhere in Rishengbao-only this horse market!"
"Why?" Prasad asked wonderingly. This time he didn't add wine to the gold digger. This guy was already drinking a little deliriously.
The gold prospector looked at the wine bottle in Prasad's hand and licked his lips.
"You take me to the horse market to see, this bottle of wine is yours!" Prasad said, shaking the half bottle of vodka in his hand.
The gold prospector looked around, and the two had been chatting for a long time until late at night. At this time, there were only a few drinkers left in the tavern, and two of them had fallen asleep on the table.
The gold digger mysteriously leaned on Prasad’s face, sprayed with a strong smell of alcohol and said: “This horse market, only people from the smugglers alliance can enter and exit. Outsiders are not allowed to enter unless they invite you. Go in."
"Oh? Isn't Marc is the place to do business? Why is it still a membership system?" Prasad asked inexplicably.
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"Hey, the horse market here is not an ordinary business-you know? These smugglers, they have an identity in private... tomb robbers!"
After speaking, the gold prospector snatched the wine bottle in Prasad's hand, filled himself up without any explanation, and drank his neck.
Prasad smiled and said, "There are still ancient tombs in Rishengbao?"
The gold prospector smiled: "Yes! There are not too many! During these years of mining and prospecting, many gold and Liao officials' tombs have also been excavated. It is said that many gold treasures have been dug up! Some people see The money comes quickly, so I quit my serious work and went to dig the grave."
The gold prospector burped and continued: "These people in the horse market have made a lot of money these years-think about it, how does he make money in such a big horse market? Just relying on this few people in the fort, it has survived. How much money can they make? Isn't it a fortune from digging a grave? Huh! I smashed and worked hard for a year, and the money he made was not enough to drink and find a woman. They would fight for ten years with one vote!"
Prasad whispered: "Have you seen them dig a grave?"
The gold digger shook his head: "I haven't seen it, but I can guess it!"
Prasad shook his head and said, "That's not necessarily true. What if people rely on doing business to make money?"
The gold digger snorted: "I don't know if I will do business? Their leader Asgen was poorer than me when he first came here, and now he is better! He walked with his hips in the fort! Those big bosses had to nod and bow when they saw him. Hmph, I don’t know how he made his fortune... I heard that in the past few years, they went to China to dig a grave. Hey, this courageous..."
Prasad smiled, "Since you are older than them, why didn't you dig the grave together?"
The gold digger said grimly: "I'm not capable! I still have the ability to talk to you?"
The cynical old gold digger raised the bottle, gurgled the rest of the wine in one go, and fell asleep on the table.
Prasad paid for the sake and quietly opened the door and went out.
After leaving Risheng Fort, I walked a few kilometers to the west. I saw an off-road vehicle faintly in front. A Gurkha mercenary standing guard saw Prasad approaching.
"Have everyone else come back?" Prasad asked.
"Yes it is!"
Prasad walked over and saw several mercenaries making a small fire in a small col next to him. Prasad frowned and said, "Are you on a mission for the first time? Are you afraid of exposing the target when you make a fire here? "
Several mercenaries hurriedly put out the fire, one of them rubbed his hands and murmured: "This bad weather is too cold."
Prasad snorted and said to another person, "How is the situation in the horse market?"
"I spent a long time under surveillance in the horse market. The security there was so tight that there was no way to get in. But when it was getting dark, a large number of people went to the horse market-Timur, whom we had previously ambushed, were also mixed in. Come out, so I didn’t look closer either."
Prasad nodded: "Did you see Kitano rushing?"
The mercenary shook his head: "I didn't see it—but the big man was in the crowd, and the pretty little girl was there."
Prasad groaned and didn't speak. It seems that Suzhile and Ke have joined Timur, but why didn't Kitano Chong, who escaped from the wound, appeared
"Have you eaten dinner?"
Several mercenaries shook their heads. If the leader doesn't come back, who dares to speak first.
Prasad took out two bottles of vodka from his backpack and greeted everyone: "Come on, take a few sips, everyone has worked hard these days!"
The faces of the mercenaries showed joy, and one of the mercenaries shouted to the guard standing guard by the off-road vehicle: "Hey, bring some boxes of cans from the vehicle!"
The man leaned on the off-road vehicle with his head drooped and did not speak, as if he was asleep.
"Grass!" The mercenary picked up a stone and threw it over. It happened to hit him, but the man didn't respond.
"There is a situation!" Prasad found that something was wrong, and said to the mercenaries, "Let's take a look!"
Several mercenaries were holding their guns in fear, and slowly surrounded them, but they didn't find anything unusual when they came closer.
A mercenary went up and pushed the guard, but the man fell like a log.
Prasad grabbed the clothes on his chest and found that his head was drooping softly, and his cervical spine had been twisted.
Who did it? He was able to twist the neck of a heavily armed mercenary silently, and what was even more frightening was that everyone who was only a dozen meters away from him was unaware of it.
Prasad is sweating from behind, is it a ghost