July 11,1987.
Myanmar, Southeast Asia.
At the bazaar, many people displayed all kinds of street goods, shouting at the passing crowd in the language of their own country.
Myanmar was not a rich country.
At the street corner of the bazaar, there were countless corners and no one in the dark.
Twenty to thirty Ragged Burmese men sat on the ground in various positions.
This group of people were all street hooligans without exception. They couldn’t afford to live in a room and were even willing to do unconscionable things just for a mouthful of food.
“Ta ta ta”at this moment, a skinny man ran over from the shadows.
“Brothers, we have work to do! Someone on the street is buying children at a high price! It’s just that the risk is a little high and the price is extremely high. Do you want to do it?”
Once they heard that there was work to be done, the group of men who could sit in the corners and even sit in the smelly gutters stood up. They did not mind the filth at all.
