In the fleet.

On the march in the middle.

"You.".. Well done. " Lang Cai looked at the zero around him and sighed. Yangon was the capital of the past, and the new city landed. He was also invited.

In recent years.

The light of zero is too great. The outside world has not paid attention to him for a long time. Although he showed his face this time, he knew that no one cared.

In the past.

Bitter.

Now.

Sweet.

The people's value judgment is very simple. I will support the people who let me live a good life. Obviously, they only have memories in their hearts.

And then.

Still not very good memories.

If we say that his greatest achievement is to let the zero take over and learn to surf the Internet, he also knows the common thought of the people, which is very gratifying to Lang CAI.

At least.

I have done a right thing, not nothing.

Three years.

A brand new Burmese.

Good.

This is what he dreams of and can't accomplish. He is a little depressed. He has a strong desire for power, and almost all of his staff have changed their positions.

Even.

This "almost" is his fluke mind.

Now.

The situation that once thought that he could influence behind the scenes did not appear at all. It has evolved into the present situation: almost zero has absolute power.

Myself.

Cool.

Although we eat and drink.

But.

No more authority.

"Flattering." Zero light way.

See.

Lang Cai's mouth is still so quiet, but when he really does something, he is absolutely vigorous, and can't tolerate any sand in his eyes.

Good.

It is also beneficial to strengthen the management and reduce internal friction.

Otherwise.

Now Myanmar, those technologies, achievements, economy... It has long been controlled by western countries. There must be a knife beside a piece of fat.

Otherwise.

In the blink of an eye, there may be only an empty board.

。。。

Soon.

The motorcade left the new city and came to the old city. The familiar streets and the familiar buildings were just the same as when the capital was moved. There were many foreigners on the street.

The old city is facing demolition.

So.

Lang Cai is the last to take a look at this city. Once in this city, he called the wind and rain and said nothing but the glory of the past.

It's pathetic.

Watch.

All kinds of memories flooded into Lang Cai's mind.

This shop.

The house.

Footpath.

...

he recognized a lot. It will not be completely demolished. Some historic ones will be preserved, and some main roads will be left as old streets.

Others.

Remove.

In this regard.

Lang Cai is very supportive.

After all.

With new houses, these old houses are not beautiful and messy. Many of them are built against the rules. He wanted to demolish them, but he had no money.

For a country with an annual GDP of less than 20 billion US dollars, it is good to maintain a normal economy. There is no surplus money.

Now.

It's broken down.

Whatever you build, it's better than a mess.

At this point.

Busy streets, a large number of trucks, carrying furniture and belongings, drive towards the new city --- moving. One by one, they will live in a new house.

The tourists and the medical staff will all move to the new town after a week. This week, it is mainly for the preparation time of major shops and urban institutions.

After all.

There are millions of people involved. There's no hurry.

"Click

"It's a lively day."

"Yes

"It's a rare sight. Let's go to the new town."

“。。。”

Many tourists take out their mobile phones to take photos and take photos. However, there are few such large-scale urban relocation. Even some anchors are still live on the street.

In recent years.

With the rise of Myanmar, many tour anchors will come here. Some of them will stay for a few months to get a comprehensive understanding. If they are from other countries, they may take a quick look.

Take a walk around.

But this.

Good security.

There are many new things.

The environment is good.

...

in short.

It's almost the anchor of international tourism, the country that stays the longest.

"Welcome to the new friends. Hello, I'm Xiaoyan. I'm Xiaoyan. I'm in the old town of Rangoon in Burma to bring you live broadcast.""In front of you."

"It's not a flight. Have you ever seen people escape happily? It's moving, moving to a new house. Today is the first day, and the traffic is very heavy. "

“。。。”

The streets.

Zhou Yan, an anchor from Huaxia, said to his mobile phone that he has been here for a month, from Yun province to the Myanmar Special Economic Zone, all the way south to Yangon.

It just arrived today.

After patching up the homework, it started broadcasting.

"At present, the completion ceremony has been completed and can be moved in. Many audiences don't know the meaning of new town. I'll explain it here."

"Yangon new town."

"It is a new modern city near the original capital of Myanmar. You can refer to Xin'an city for details, but the layout styles of the two are quite different."

"Now."

"After nearly two years, it is finally completed. Millions of people in the original capital will be relocated to the past, where it will be bigger, better and more spacious."

“。。。”

New audiences are pouring in.

I don't understand.

Just ask.

He had to explain it over and over.

Actually.

Netizens like to watch this aspect of the live broadcast, but also because of the proximity, plus more watching points, almost every day some people broadcast here, let them watch with relish.

A new world outlook.

"In a moment, we'll go to the new town." The anchor.

In fact.

Some anchors have been broadcasting in the new city, but they have to have some characteristics. Some people choose to go directly, but they choose the old city migration as the starting point.

Otherwise.

It's not interesting to hit the content.

Then.

He began to walk straight along the main road. Of course, he would not only shoot these pictures, but would be tired of watching the live broadcast room for a few moments.

On the way.

When I met waiguoren, I would interview him from time to time. It's not easy to be an anchor these days. Zhou Yan was originally a person from the border city of Yunnan Province, who could speak Burmese.

I like traveling.

So.

English is also quite proficient.

This is also his advantage. He can communicate with local people and foreigners, which is more advantageous than those who can only find Chinese to interview when they come.

At this point.

It's cool on the street, and you can pat your long legs.

The dimension of Yangon is lower than that of hai province. Although in December, it is not cold.

Shorts.

Single clothes.

That's enough.

Suddenly.

When he saw a woman holding an old man with Chinese in her mouth, he could not help smiling and saying, "excuse me, are you from Huaxia?"

"Yes."

"Hello, I'm an anchor. I'm broadcasting their move. Are you here for treatment?" The anchor didn't shy away, I used to ask.

I'm sure I'll be blinded.

Because.

This is equivalent to saying that people have a disease, even if they can be cured. If they can not be cured, they will offend people. But now, cancer is not an incurable disease.

Here it is.

It's not surprising to ask this question, because most of the people in the street come to treat diseases, and almost all of them can be cured. There is little harm from this sentence.

Listen.

The woman did not speak, but the old man laughed.

"No

"We are here to travel."