In the convoy.
A vehicle in the middle.
"You... did very well." Lang Cai looked at Ling beside him, sighing, as Yangon was the former capital, and now with the new city established, he was also invited.
These past few years.
Ling's brilliance was too much; the outside world hadn't paid attention to him for a long time. Even though he showed his face this time, he knew no one cared.
In the past.
Bitter.
Now.
Sweet.
The people's value judgments were simple: whoever gives them a good life is who they support. And clearly, for them, he remained only a memory.
Moreover,
it wasn't even a good memory.
If his greatest achievement was allowing Ling to succeed, he learned to surf the web and understood the general mindset of the people, which comforted Lang Cai.
At least,
he still did one correct thing, not being entirely useless.
Three years.
A brand-new Myanmar.
Very good.
