"Do you have their names and photos or something?" Peng Xia quickly put aside her doubts and looked at the Zhang brothers as she asked.
"Yes, yes, my son’s name is Zhang Kaixuan, and that woman’s name is Ma La. Here are their photos." Zhang Yaming hurriedly said as he pulled out a photo.
It showed his son and a woman from Myanmar.
Peng Xia took the photo and glanced at it, then turned to Ge Dongxu and Ouyang Murong, saying, "With a photo, it’ll be easier to find them. I’ll fax this photo to my father and my brother-in-law, asking them to keep an eye out for these two. But for the others, I’m afraid Uncle Murong, you will have to make the calls yourself. I’ll send them the photo too."
"Hmm." Ouyang Murong nodded, then picked up the phone from Peng Xia’s desk and dialed several numbers in succession.
In Shan State, the many local forces often ruled independently, with none submitting to the others, leading to many disputes over territory and benefits. Not even Peng Xia, nor Chairman Lin or the Warlord of Kokang could necessarily command their respect.
However, due to Yang Yinhou and the fact that they had stepped out of the circle with no real conflicts of interest with these parties, Ouyang Murong’s status appeared detached. His requests were given varying degrees of consideration by the other forces.
This matter was his concern; a call from Peng Xia on behalf of him was sufficient for the Warlord of Kokang and Chairman Lin, but for the others, he needed to make the calls himself.
After a series of calls, Peng Xia made two more and then faxed the photo to various forces in the area of Shan State.
"Master Ge, Uncle Murong, and the two Mr. Zhangs, finding someone isn’t a matter of a short while, and since it’s already evening, I’m afraid at the earliest we might get news by the day after tomorrow. Have you booked your rooms yet? If not, I’ll have someone arrange that for you right away," said Peng Xia, after making the calls and sending the fax.
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"Uncle Murong and I have just arrived." Ouyang Murong responded before looking at the Zhang brothers.
"We’ve also just got here and haven’t had the chance to book a room yet. But we can make our own arrangements; there’s no need to trouble you," Zhang Yakun hurriedly said.
"Since you’re friends of Master Ge and Uncle Murong, there’s no need to be polite with me. I’ll have someone arrange it for you," Peng Xia said with a smile.
Zhang Yakun wanted to politely decline again, but Ouyang Murong gestured on Peng Xia’s behalf, saying, "Yakun, don’t be too polite. This is a small matter. The most important thing is to find the person."
With his status, since he was in Peng Xia’s territory, what was a room arranged by her personally?
After Peng Xia personally arranged rooms for the four of them and realized they hadn’t had dinner yet, she made sure to have someone prepare a meal and invited them to rest for a bit, saying she would come and invite them to dinner in an hour.
In the room, Ge Dongxu looked out over the lit-up town of Mong La. Beneath the starry sky, a river ran through the entire small city, splitting it in half. One end of the river was Myanmar, while the other was Huaxia Country.
Thinking about the people on this land where he was, connected to Huaxia Country like this river, with many bearing the blood of the Huaxia people, Ge Dongxu felt a unique sense of emotion. He could also understand why Yang Yinhou gave up ruling this land as king to return to Yingjiang as an ordinary civilian.
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"What is this river called?" Ge Dongxu, moved, asked.
"Uncle, this river is called the Nanlan River," Ouyang Murong answered from behind him.
"Nanlan River." Ge Dongxu muttered the name to himself, then turned his head and asked Ouyang Murong, "I don’t like owing people favors. Do you think we need to offer some gesture for this time’s issue?"
"Such a small thing isn’t worth mentioning, Uncle. If we’re talking about favors, it’s only they who owe our master and me," Ouyang Murong replied.
Many people here owed their careers to Yang Yinhou, and because of his extraordinary medical skills, he owed his life to some of them. Later, when Yang Yinhou left Myanmar, he left behind many territories, populations, and wealth for them...
"That’s good," Ge Dongxu, not familiar with these matters, sighed with relief since Ouyang Murong put it that way.
About an hour later, Peng Xia came to invite Ge Dongxu and his group to dine.
This was a very large and luxurious private room. By the time Ge Dongxu and his group arrived, the private room was already filled with quite a few people. When they saw Ge Dongxu and Ouyang Murong come in, they all stood up, and some even saluted Ouyang Murong with a military gesture.
Among them was a man dressed in traditional Tang attire, looking refined and somewhat younger than Ouyang Murong. Ge Dongxu couldn’t help but give him a second glance.
"Uncle Murong, could this be..." After warmly shaking hands with Ouyang Murong, the man turned his gaze toward Ge Dongxu, revealing an uncontrollable look of astonishment—clearly, he was surprised by Ge Dongxu’s youth.
"Yes, my martial uncle, surnamed Ge," Ouyang Murong nodded, then introduced him to Ge Dongxu, "Martial Uncle, this is Chairman Lin of the fourth district."
"Mr. Ge, it is an honor to welcome you. I apologize for not greeting you at a greater distance!" After getting the confirmation, Chairman Lin, still feeling somewhat incredulous, quickly stepped forward to shake hands with Ge Dongxu.
However, as one of the rulers of Shan State and a warlord leader, Chairman Lin did not address Ge Dongxu as Master Ge, unlike Peng Xia.
Of course, this was also related to Ge Dongxu’s young age.
"Chairman Lin, you’re too polite; I appreciate your trouble this time," Ge Dongxu said with a smile as he shook hands with Chairman Lin.
"Mr. Ge, you overstate it. Master Yang took good care of me back in the day," said Chairman Lin.
Ge Dongxu responded with a smile, then released the handshake.
Following Chairman Lin, the others in the group also came forward to shake hands and greet Ge Dongxu. Almost all of them referred to him casually as Mr. Ge, and some even flashed a hint of contempt in the corner of their eyes. The difference in their demeanor compared to when they faced Ouyang Murong, who was treated with restraint and respect, was quite marked.
Ge Dongxu didn’t sense anything amiss; the fact that these people followed Chairman Lin meant they were all high-ranking figures of the fourth district in Shan State, and almost all of them had an aura of blood and killings, indicating they had seen blood and killed people.
How could such individuals take a young man like Ge Dongxu seriously? That they called him Mr. Ge politely and took the initiative to shake his hand was out of respect for Yang Yinhou and Ouyang Murong.
However, Ouyang Murong’s face turned slightly sour.
Although others were unaware of Ge Dongxu’s abilities and real identity, Ouyang Murong knew everything clearly. Not to mention them, even his own master had to hold Ge Dongxu in high esteem.
Since these individuals were all behaving properly on the surface and Ouyang Murong was not their superior as of now, it wasn’t appropriate for him to say anything.
"Zhang Junhui, here to see Master Ge!" As Ouyang Murong was silently fuming over the perfunctory attitude these people were showing towards Ge Dongxu, a man stepped forward, bowing slightly and stretching out his hand to shake hands with Ge Dongxu.
Zhang Junhui was the last to greet Ge Dongxu and the only one who addressed him as Master Ge.
Zhang Junhui had sharp features and bright, piercing eyes, exuding the air of a soldier. However, his handshake with Ge Dongxu felt weak and limp, yet it seemed like he was exerting all his strength.