Star Lord - Maya Kuta La Kuta

Chapter (1)

Mya Yun Mor

The girl who caused a stir in the village.

She was a pretty girl who read like a child, so she had carefully read all the gossip and gossip.

She read about the methods and routes of human trafficking in articles and letters.

But it's like the whole village is one person. In their village, which only has an elementary school, if you say something well and have logic, many people will believe you.

Only Mya Yun Mo is the only one who can receive alms from the Sha, and now he has passed the tenth grade. He still doesn't know whether he will succeed or not.

'I'm a village girl, so I'm (18) years old. I'm late for school.

There are few businesses or industries in their village. There are few landowners or landowners. There are only a few workers and human resources.

People who live in Myanmar work more than in Yangon. It's no wonder they are thinking of going to Thailand or Singapore to work.

“In Mudon, we have to scrape rubber, maintain fish ponds, and build fields and bridges.”

There were also quite a few people who left. I don't know if it was a good thing or not. They left anyway, and the population in their village decreased a lot. That's why Mya Yun Mo and her teacher had told me during class.

“The population of Myanmar is estimated at (60) million. In reality, the census shows that there are only (51) million. Where do you think the remaining (9) million went?”

"I don't know, teacher."

"I'm afraid I'll end up with a mess of guesswork and guesswork, teacher."

"The teacher calmly answered each question one by one and then another."

"Remember, they went abroad, to foreign lands, and became slaves. In the past, they shouted, "Master, we are Burmese." Now, they have become "Coolie, we are Burmese."

"We, the Burmese people, have to do the work that other people don't want to do in other countries. How painful it must be to go through this."

"In the meantime, there are many unknowing victims of human trafficking who have been deceived by others and sold."

“Never let yourself be subjected to the same kind of human trafficking that makes you feel like you are living hell. Educate those around you. Organize. Prevent.”

"When you look at the children who are trafficked, some of them lack knowledge and understanding, and some of them are greedy and believe in the lies and deceit that others use to deceive them."

As I heard the teacher's words again, Mya Yun Mor became suspicious of the incident that had occurred at Lawlaw Si village.

In the village, Daw Gyi Mu Mu is an old lady who helps girls from Yangon and Sha Ko find jobs in Yangon and get them jobs. In the village

Usually, it's a woman who does manual labor and trades like a floor.

. He delivers to garment factories, large clothing stores, restaurants, and beauty salons.

Well, he has to pay a monthly fee.

Now Daw Gyi Mu Mu and two women came in. The people were dressed in full costumes and looked good.

... He even came with a car. He looked like a real gentleman, a real gentleman.

As is customary, Daw Pu Gyi's house was always full of people, with three (3) guests staying.

We do what we have to do. After that, we went to Daw Suu Kyi’s house and listened to the Thai Dharma of two female guests. My daughter and son-in-law own a garment factory in Mae Sot. The factory has just opened and needs about 20 workers. There are Thai workers there, but the work is not strenuous. They also want high salaries. So, they only want to hire Burmese workers, so I came here.”

“A Thai worker is paid about 500 baht a week. In Myanmar, it’s 150,000, 200,000. In a month, they are paid about 2,000 baht. That’s about 800,000,000 Myanmar.”

"(8) lakhs, right?"

Mya Yun Mo is a friend of Daw Pu Kyi's daughter Thita Zaw and lives next door to her, so she is at Daw Pu Kyi's house.

Pita

The villagers' eyes were as wide as cartwheels. They earned two or three thousand baht from picking branches all day in the village. They had nothing to do for a whole month. There were few branches and many workers, so they had to beg their employers to keep working.

Now, Thais in the garment factory are earning (800,000) baht a month, so their eyes are wide open.

The two women who accompanied Daw Gyi Mu were about 50 years old and had good looks. They looked like rich men and rich women.

Their names are Daw Pale and Daw Thi Thi. Daw Pale explains and Daw Thi Thi provides support when needed.

“We don’t have a lot of capital because we just opened the factory. So we can’t hire Thai workers. We’re looking for Myanmar workers.”

Even if you say something like "He'll follow, I'll follow," you can't immediately say "I'll follow," and "I'll follow."

"I don't invite older people. Anyone under the age of 20 will receive 100,000 baht."

"In"

The workers, who only had to work for a day, came to the village and were told that they would have to pay 100,000 baht for the road expenses, so they all sat down. Daw Pale continued to explain.

"If we go to Thailand via the upper route, it will cost us about (100,000) baht each for airfare, passport, and visas. So we'll only spend (100,000) baht because we're going via the lower route. Do you think it's too much? If we don't make (80,000) baht a month, we'll have to pay at least half of that. Think carefully."

Mya Yun Mo frowned. It's not a new trick. One (100,000) is 20,000,000 people.

Ha, I will take (20) million. People will also sell it. Will people help? The shot is strong, but the only one who doesn't trust Daw Pale is Mya Yun Mo. The villagers who are looking for me are more than me.

Daw Pale is still talking about the rules.

“We have to rent a car from here. If we gather more than (20) people, the police will look at us and say we are human trafficking. It is not an easy time. It is an era where people think good people are bad people, and bad people are good people.”

“So we have to split the car. The one who takes the bus goes. The one who takes our car goes. The adults go in the bus. The young people go in my car. You have to have your registration. You have to have (100,000) baht. Do that first.”

All the villagers are buzzing like they've been stung by a bee sting. Please consult and discuss.

Because they are rural people, registration is not a big deal. They don't even think it's a good thing to do.

Only those with open eyes and ears can register.