After hanging up the phone, Nan Suzhi stood in front of the window. The morning sun outside was as golden as gold, piercing through the clouds and blooming flowers. But he, out of tune with all this prosperity and bustle, stood alone in the shadows, all alone.
"Nan Suzhi, you are crazy~" This was the last words Luanluan said to him.
The man smiled coldly with his black eyes and took a long breath. "Maybe, Luanluan, just think of me as crazy. Maybe I've been crazy for a long time..."
It has been many years since he thought of his gentle adoptive mother.
She was a beautiful, noble, and gentle woman to the core, who gave him the rare warmth in this world.
Before she died, she held his little hand, smiling with tears in her eyes.
"Suzhi, you have to promise mom that you will take good care of Luanluan, okay? There are too many bad men in this world, and I don't want her to suffer. If possible, when you grow up, you will be Luanluan's prince and protect her for the rest of her life, okay?"
At that time, he seemed to understand but not quite. He only knew that his mother was the best person to him and he would listen to her.
The next day, she died.
From then on, he gradually understood that his mother had entrusted Luan Luan to him because she knew how cold-blooded and indifferent Nan Zhenguo was.
At first, he really just wanted to be a good brother.
But Luanluan is really so pretty and so good at acting coquettishly. She is a delicate little girl who calls him "brother" every day, depends on him and trusts him. Gradually, her heart becomes confused.
When she was in the second grade of junior high school, a bold boy blocked her at the school gate and asked her to be his girlfriend. When Luanluan came back, her eyes were swollen from crying, and she told him that she didn't like that boy.
At that time, Nan Suzhi was just in the first year of high school. It took him two days to catch the boy and he almost beat him to death. He was later expelled from school.
From that day on, he realized that his sister was too beautiful and that he could only protect her if he was strong enough.
He went to Nan Zhenguo to negotiate terms.
Nan Zhenguo sent him abroad, and he obtained an economics degree in the shortest time possible, which became the knife in his hand.
In five years, he worked day and night to complete all the courses for his undergraduate and master's degrees, obtained his diploma, and successfully joined Nan's company in Southeast Asia.
While working for Nan Zhenguo, he also worked hard for himself.
For so many years, the only thing that kept him going, besides his unwilling heart, was Luanluan.
If he can't get her, what's the meaning of his life? What's the point of enduring humiliation for so many years?
The cigarette flickered between his fingers, and the sinister man pursed his lips and muttered to himself.
"Luanluan, we are destined to be together, no matter if it is fate or destiny."
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The highly anticipated Myanmar general election has begun, and various forces are gearing up for battle. Undercurrents are surging in Naypyidaw and Yangon.
Since its founding, Myanmar has been ravaged by war. Every government has come to power through the barrel of guns, which is the result of interest games and mutual balance and compromise between major powers.
Everyone thought that this government would, as in the past, use the guise of democratic elections to seize power through military means.
A group of senior military officials led by Wu Meng have been prepared to suppress any party's military coup, declare the election invalid, and have the military take over.
In this way, the military will not be accused of undermining democracy, and power will not fall into the hands of the ruling party, giving civilian officials the opportunity to reduce military power.
But no one expected that the NLD, led by Aung Suw, would abandon conspiracy and resort to overt tactics, openly engaging in "street politics."
In an instant, people supporting the NLD took to the streets, gave speeches, demonstrated, and sat in the square outside the military government, government office buildings, and even the Election Commission office building.
What's worse, some extremists resorted to self-harm and hunger strike during their speeches to gain sympathy.
Major media outlets such as the Yangon Times, Naypyidaw News, and even the ASEAN Times have hyped up these extreme behaviors, packaging them as Myanmar's democratic awakening, which is of epoch-making significance. Myanmar will now open a new chapter in democratic politics.
Using street politics to overthrow regimes is a common tactic in the Western world and rarely fails.
However, this is the first time it is used in Myanmar, and there is not even any problem of acclimatization.
Anyone with a discerning eye can see that there is a huge chaebol behind this.
After all, politics is a puppet of money. Without huge amounts of money to support it, it cannot control so many evil spirits.
The military government was caught off guard and was completely unable to resist.
At the military meeting, Wu Meng suggested that the mainstream media should be controlled first to prevent the situation from escalating. However, the top military leader, Kelleda, was hesitant and delayed in making a decision. Wu Meng was so angry that he slammed the door and left on the spot.
The final election results were announced at the end of the month. The NLD won nearly 80% of the parliamentary seats and announced the next day that it would form a new government the following month to begin performing government functions.
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Wu Meng’s private residence, Rose Manor.
Bang--
There was a loud noise in the study, and the furious man almost overturned the table.
"Waste, coward." Wu Meng cursed, "Kelida is a coward."
Balu sat on the sofa, without even opening his eyelids, playing with the lighter in his hand, automatically blocking out the anger of the man opposite him.
Zhan Peng and Song Cai said nothing, sitting quietly with gloomy faces.
"Speak up, are you all fucking mute?" Wu Meng cursed for a long time, but no one responded, which made him even angrier.
"Brother Meng, we haven't had a drop of water since we flew back. Can you at least give us something to eat?" Balu couldn't help but open his mouth.
What's the point of just getting mad here? Why don't you give the orders to fight against Kelida's people?
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