Wu Meng stayed in Daqili for only three days, met with several local armed leaders, and then went to Mandalay.

He wants to compete with Sakun, and the Mandalay Military Region is crucial.

No one knows what terms he negotiated with the commander of the Mandalay Military Region, but since Wu Meng left, the area has been declared to be under temporary control.

Naypyidaw is now ruled by a military junta led by Sakhun. Supporters of Aung Suw's government and confused citizens took to the streets to march and sit in to express their dissatisfaction.

But political struggles always have winners and losers, and no one really cares about what the people think.

The massive protest marches lasted for more than a month. In the end, political will was defeated by the daily necessities of life. The people quietly withdrew from this costly coup, returned to their lives, and handed the stage to the rich and powerful politicians to perform.

The first and most powerful wave of attacks came to an end, and Wu Meng finally reappeared in the public eye.

Wu Meng, former commander of the Yangon Military Region and chief military adviser of the Defense Forces, was recently assassinated in an organized and premeditated assassination on his way back from a meeting in Naypyidaw. He was seriously injured and was rescued by his trusted subordinates who risked their lives and secretly sent him abroad to recuperate.

This report and pictures of the plane wreckage at the scene where Wu Meng was assassinated attracted great attention in Myanmar and even Southeast Asia.

One stone can cause a thousand ripples.

Although the military did not explain who was responsible at the press conference, the widely circulated rumor among the people was that Wu Meng died and that Sakun and Aung Su benefited the most. The truth was still moving in the direction that people were willing to believe, and the results of the investigation were not that important.

Sakun almost broke down Nan Suzhi's doorstep in Naypyidaw.

"Mr. Nan, if the current situation continues, within six months, no, three months, Wu Meng will have completely stripped me of all my power. I've been busy all this time, and in the end, am I just setting a stage for him?"

The man opposite who was playing with the jade chess piece remained motionless, not even raising his eyelids.

"This is your business. I only said I would help you take this position. As for whether you can hold it firmly, it depends on the ability of you and your son. Judging from the current situation, it is obvious that you are still a little short of the mark."

"Wu Meng's influence in both the military and political circles far exceeds mine. His father's trusted aides now hold important positions in various federations. He himself has extremely high prestige in the military. Let alone me, even if Ang Su and I join forces, we may not have a 50% chance of winning."

The more Sakun spoke, the more he felt uneasy. "If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have killed Angsu."

Nan Suzhi sneered, "If you don't want to kill him, he may not be willing to spare your life."

Sakun's face turned even darker. He sat opposite, lit a cigarette, and remained silent for a long time.

"Tell me, what conditions do you want to help me with?" He finally understood that all this was actually part of his calculations. This man never regarded anyone as a so-called "partner". In his eyes, everything in the world was just a small chess piece.

"First, I want Balut's life. Second, I want the right to sell all medicines in the Myanmar military-controlled area. Third, all ports in the Andaman Sea must open privileges to my shipping company."

Sakun came from a military background and had no talent for business. He was not sensitive to business tactics at all and agreed immediately.

Three days later, Sakun and important officials of the military government held a national televised speech, putting all the blame for Wu Meng's assassination on Aung Su. In front of media reporters, he hugged Wu Meng and cried, saying that he had no choice but to launch a military coup, and he could not bear to see Aung Su commit crimes and sell out his country for personal gain.

Now, thanks to the Bodhisattva's blessing, Wu Meng has returned safely, and he naturally has to hand over the top position in the military government.

Wu Meng took advantage of the situation and tried to postpone it for a few days, but finally "reluctantly" and "accepted the task in times of crisis" and moved into the top floor of the military and political building in Naypyidaw.

Although Sakun decided to retire at the peak of his career, Wu Meng had to pretend to do so. He visited him three times at his cottage and invited him to be the commander of the Yangon Military Region.

However, on the first day of the meeting in Yangon, Sakun was almost angered to death in the conference room.

The young deputy commander in military uniform, with a rebellious demeanor, sat on a chair, lighting a cigarette leisurely, his dark eyes half-smiling.

"What's up, Commander? Are you so excited you're talking nonsense now that you know you'll be working with me? I heard you're not in good health. You're old, so calm down. You still have a lot of time to live, and your resilience is a bit lacking."

Sakun sat on the chair, letting his confidant stuff the first aid pill into his mouth, closing his eyes and breathing heavily.

"Okay, didn't you see? The commander-in-chief is not feeling well today. Everyone, go away. You have no sense at all."

The arrogant deputy commander did not mind the trouble. He crossed his military boots on the conference table and spoke lazily.

Song Cai smiled wickedly, "Since Commander Baru has spoken, let's stop here for today and let the Commander rest first."

Look, they didn’t even bother to add the word “deputy” in front of the title. They’re too lazy to even act.

…

A military off-road vehicle sped through the main streets of Yangon, illuminated by the sunset. The man leaning lazily in the vehicle spoke in a low voice.

"No, I just got back to Yangon today and have a lot of things to do at home. I don't have time to drink and brag with a bunch of old bachelors like you."

Several battalion commanders over there laughed at him for being "henpecked".

The man raised an eyebrow. "You know shit. Happiness is when a wife takes care of you. If anyone is like you, they could drink themselves to death outside and no one would even care."

After hanging up the phone, Fu Chai, who was driving in front, finally found an opportunity to speak.

"Brother Lu, I don't want to be promoted. Can I still be a bodyguard at the villa?"

The man frowned, "Are you mentally ill? You don't even want to be an official."

"How much extra money can a battalion commander make a month? Sister Xi pays me an extra $4,000 as a bodyguard. I'm uneducated, but I can still do the math."

Baru raised his eyes, furious. "Are you obsessed with money? I asked you to do a job, and you dare to take my wife's salary."

"That's what Sister Xi said. She's much more generous than you." Fu Chai muttered.

"You're the most cunning one, Biaozi and Boha don't even have a clue when they're doing a job, and you've been watching the house for two days and you still have to take more money from my wife. Why don't you just go to the gigolo club and work part-time at night?"

"If I had a face as attractive to women as yours, I would have gone there long ago."

"Damn it, get out." Balu was so angry at this bastard that he wanted to beat him up.

He used to look down on men who relied on their looks to make a living, thinking they were no different from those "ducks".

But since having Nan Xiaoxi, he suddenly felt fortunate that he looked pretty good, at least he could satisfy Nan Xiaoxi. When that little thing cried and said she didn't want him anymore, he just had to take her hand and put it on his abdominal muscles, then call her "sister" in a coquettish way, and she would definitely be charmed and nod her head and do it again.

But when other people mentioned this, I felt inexplicably angry, and always felt like I was the one who stayed with Nan Xiaoxi because of my looks.