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When the jade was buried in the mountain, the gravitational pull immediately vanished. Azhans relaxed completely and fell off the Loader. They lay on the ground, gasping for breath without caring about their image. Second Uncle moved the Loader aside and jumped down from it. At that moment, the pit was filled with noise, and soon, several Mine Owners rushed over with a group of armed men.
They loudly questioned Second Uncle, asking if he knew how much money had been spent to retrieve this item, and now he was putting it back—what did that mean? They had already paid, and he better obediently take out the jade; otherwise, they wouldn't hold back!
Second Uncle sneered and walked over step by step. The Mine Owners looked grim, as if they were ready to kill. But Second Uncle showed no fear; he approached the Mine Owner and said, "If you're really upset, go ahead and shoot me. But this piece of jade will not be touched today or in the future. If you have the ability, find someone else to dig it out. But I advise you not to let greed cloud your judgment; this is not something we can take lightly. Be careful—there are lives at stake!"
Such blunt words only infuriated the Mine Owners further. Some hot-tempered individuals even pressed their guns against Second Uncle's head, threatening him to extract the jade immediately or face execution.
I grabbed an iron rod and was about to rush over, but faster than me were those Azhans. They ran behind Second Uncle and spoke in unison: "Do you want to make enemies of all the Black Robed Mages? If you kill us, one day you will pay for it. No one here will escape—neither your relatives nor your descendants!"
The threat from the Azhans was more effective than anything else; those who had come with the Mine Owners exchanged glances. They lived on this land and naturally understood what Black Robed Mages represented. Offending one could lead to a fate worse than death; what if they offended a group? Moreover, with so many Black Robed Mages gathered together, if they were all killed, word would spread quickly, provoking the wrath of the Shen Family and other Dealers. The Azhans would also seek revenge against those in the mine for this incident.
This was an industry rule: you have your path, I have mine; no one could easily disrupt it!
Perhaps some people were unafraid of death, but most did not want their loved ones and descendants to be implicated. They believed that Black Robed Mages had enough power to curse them and their offspring for generations.
The weakness of those around them made the Mine Owners feel uneasy; they were so angry they could spit blood but felt powerless. Second Uncle was right—money was important, but what good was it if you had life to earn it but no life to spend it? You could kill me, but what about yourself?
From what I knew about my grandfather, once that old man lost his temper, he would disregard everything. There was a time when a classmate of mine was killed by an Ajan; he simply captured that person and executed him. If it were me or Second Uncle who died here, the consequences would be unimaginable. The Mine Owners might not know much about my grandfather, but if they thought about it even slightly, they would understand the essence of the situation.
Second Uncle looked at the Mine Owner who had a gun pointed at him; his expression was cold, his voice no longer polite as before but filled with arrogance and disdain: "Do you know what the consequences of this action are? No one dares to point a gun at me—except for dead men!"
The Mine Owner actually acted impulsively, but now he finds himself in a dilemma. Putting down the gun would be too humiliating, but does he really dare to pull the trigger?
At this moment, Second Uncle slowly raised his hand, grasped the barrel of the gun, and pressed it down gently. He stared at the Mine Owner, whose face was pale, and said, "Don't blame me for not giving you face. If that piece of jade isn't returned, no one here will escape. Give it a little more time, and even you will be sucked in. I'm not doing this for myself; I'm doing it for everyone. Money can be earned, but you need to stay alive to earn it. Don't you agree?"
This statement provided a way out for the other party. A somewhat rational shareholder quickly approached and whispered some words of persuasion.
At this point, Azan Menta stepped forward, his expression grim as he scanned the crowd around him. He said, "Mr. Shen's words represent all of us. This piece of jade is too terrifying; it's not something we can recklessly meddle with. Leave this place, forget about it, and don't let greed take your lives!"
The Azhans echoed in agreement. They had come to deeply understand through Second Uncle's previous actions that this man was worthy of respect.
Regarding this matter, I have great admiration for Second Uncle. The first time he saved that Hong Kong Master, it may have only earned him personal respect. But when he chose to save all the Ajan without regard for his own interests, it became more than just a personal issue. He influenced everyone and earned their respect! Just like when he went to rescue Ajan Dong, others saw it as a conflict between a Dealer and a Drug Dealer, but I knew that even without that reason, Second Uncle would still go to save people.
This is the fundamental reason why the Shen Family can establish themselves in Thailand. My grandfather, who came from a wartime background, was an officer with a strong sense of teamwork. He understood that individuals cannot achieve much; only by uniting all forces can victory be attained. For the sake of victory, some things can be sacrificed.
This is the most fundamental difference between my grandfather and ordinary businessmen; he approached business with a soldier's mindset—cold-blooded, decisive, yet deeply principled!
And this philosophy has been well inherited by Second Uncle, who has consistently executed it.
I admire them greatly and hold them in high esteem!
Under the influence of Ajan and Second Uncle, the Mine Owners had no choice but to compromise. Of course, to give the other party an explanation, Second Uncle voluntarily returned the funds received earlier. In this transaction, Second Uncle suffered significant losses. Not only did he earn not a single cent, but he also incurred substantial losses. In that pit alone, five Ajan were taken by darkness; adding in the incapacitated Hong Kong Master, that makes six people.
Just for these six individuals, Second Uncle would have to compensate a huge sum of money. Of course, since they were dead, whether or not he compensated wouldn't matter to anyone. But neither Second Uncle nor my grandfather ever engaged in such despicable acts; they always believed that people may leave, but tea should never go cold. Even in business, one must not act against their conscience!
Fortunately, the other Ajan took the initiative to inform Second Uncle that this time they would not charge a single cent! After all, Second Uncle had saved their lives, and compared to life, what is money? Especially for that Hong Kong Master, who had returned early to recuperate. Upon learning about the significant events that unfolded later and how Second Uncle had exhausted all his strength to choose the Azhans, he refused to accept the additional one hundred thousand yuan that had been previously agreed upon. However, Second Uncle ultimately gave him the money because this Hong Kong Master had also made considerable sacrifices for this matter and deserved some compensation.
The only one who benefited was Zha Peng, who took me to gamble on that small Ice Type, which was personal income. The Jadeite Wool gifted by the Mine Owner was also considered a present and did not need to be returned. Just these two items were worth two to three million. When I calculated the total, it wasn't such a loss after all.
Thinking about how I hadn't been able to help Second Uncle during my time in Myanmar, I decided to give him both items in hopes of recovering some of his losses.
Second Uncle smiled and said that a mere hundred or so thousand wouldn't trouble him. But he still accepted the Jadeite Type C because the prices of jade materials had been rising continuously in recent years, and he wanted to help me save it. When I eventually got married, he planned to have it made into a bracelet or something similar as a gift. As for that small Ice Type material, it could at most be made into a jade pendant, which Second Uncle didn't find appealing, so he suggested I keep it. If I wanted to give it away, I could find someone to help craft it into an artwork.
Seeing this, some might say that I'm being too vague. What exactly is behind the jade? What’s inside? It’s not clear at all!
In reality, I also wanted to clarify things, but at that time no one knew the answers. There are always some strange places in this world that exist and are very dangerous, mysteries that humanity cannot easily unravel. The Jade Mine in Myanmar is one of them.
As for that trip to Myanmar, it can be considered roughly concluded here. However, this is just our own perception; in reality, things had already developed into a very serious situation behind the scenes.
But that was a matter of several years later and was closely related to Second Uncle's hearing loss!
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