After reading the email, Nanxi sat on the sofa without saying a word.
She had never encountered such a thing before, but as a Chinese, she was well aware of the influence of the media and that the right to speak is soft power.
In the past, in China, we often saw people trying to suppress a hot search by bringing out another topic that the public was more concerned about to divert the blame.
For ordinary people, Mengge’s disappearance is just a topic of conversation after dinner. Ordinary people don’t care who is in charge of the army. They only care about whether prices have risen or housing prices have fallen.
The only things they can access are those that the top class is willing to let them access.
If there is another pain point between the common people and those in power, it may be hatred of the rich.
The rich can always easily touch the sensitive nerves of the general public.
Once a politician's huge wealth is exposed, the various personalities they have established will be widely questioned, and their political careers may even be easily ruined.
She suddenly remembered that when her father was chatting with Angsu's son Ang Mingda, he seemed to have said that he liked collecting sports cars. He even took out his mobile phone to show Nanxi his collection of limited edition sports cars.
Not to mention how valuable those cars are, the diamonds on his Lambo alone are enough to shock the world at his financial resources.
A young man in his twenties, who had just finished his studies, could own a garage full of limited edition sports cars, not to mention his private yacht, castle, manor, etc.
These were just what Nanxi heard him reveal intentionally or unintentionally during the conversation. What was not revealed was even more unknown.
Thinking of this, he called the person in charge there and asked him to send a key business person to interview Ang Mingda, mainly to introduce his academic experience, life details and so on.
The person in charge over there was in a dilemma. Although there was a reporter in Naypyidaw who was qualified to conduct the interview, that reporter was the eldest son of Naypyidaw, the most powerful of the powerful, and not everyone could meet him.
Moreover, since returning to China, Mr. Ang has always kept a low profile and rarely appeared in front of the media. No one has the ability to arrange an interview with him.
Nanxi told them to just arrange the people, and she would take care of the interview arrangements.
After hanging up the phone, she took a few deep breaths and tried to make her voice sound calm and gentle.
"Miss Nan." When the call was connected, Ang Mingda on the other end was a little surprised.
"Mr. Ang, I'm sorry to bother you. Are you busy?"
"Not busy, not busy, you say."
Nanxi did some thinking and carefully considered her words. "It's like this, Mr. Aung. Our Yangon Newspaper is planning to run a column about a day in the life of Myanmar's elite. We're trying to explore the short video field. The first guest we invite must be someone who can meet the audience's expectations. After much deliberation, I think no one is more suitable than Mr. Aung, the most noble son of Naypyidaw. So I'd like to shamelessly arrange an interview with you. I wonder if you would be so kind as to grant me the honor."
Ang Mingda on the other side was stunned for a moment, then coughed twice, "Um, are you interviewing them in person?"
"I can barely speak Burmese, so how can I possibly interview you? It's our best interviewer, Mr. Aung, who's here. I'm not in Naypyidaw right now. When I'm done, I wonder if I'd have the honor of inviting you for a meal?"
"How can I let a lady treat me? When Miss Nan comes to Naypyidaw, I will treat you. Please do come then." Aung Mingda's voice was full of excitement.
Nanxi's expression cracked for a moment, but she was glad that this was on the phone and agreed with a dry laugh.
Ang Mingda had no doubt about her motives and readily agreed to the interview.
Nanxi achieved her goal, hung up the phone, lay down on the sofa and kicked her feet excitedly.
"Have you made a dinner appointment with some random guy behind my back? Are you so excited that you've turned into a monkey?" A sinister male voice came from upstairs.
Nanxi was stunned for a moment, then put down her feet and looked up, "Aren't you sleeping?"
"If I sleep any longer, my wife might get kidnapped without me even noticing. I'll just sleep like a fool." Baru went downstairs with a dark face. He was not wearing military boots, but the wooden floor still made clanging sounds under his feet.
The little woman swallowed and said, "Don't be silly, I didn't do that."
The man was only wearing a pair of black shorts, with his upper body naked. His well-defined muscles made people's blood boil, and a line of Burmese tattoos on his chest was particularly eye-catching.
He walked to the refrigerator, opened the door and took out a bottle of water. The tattoos on his back made him look more unruly.
He unscrewed the bottle cap, lay on his back, and the bottle of water rolled down his Adam's apple rhythmically and was soon empty.
He put the bottle cap on the empty bottle, raised his hand, threw it in a perfect arc in the air, and accurately threw it into the trash can a few meters away. Then he stepped forward and sat on the sofa.
Raising his hand, he said, "Come here."
Nanxi pursed her lips and walked over reluctantly.
"Date a man, huh? Nan Xiaoxi, why don't you go to heaven?"
Nanxi's white fingers drew circles on his chest, neither lightly nor heavily.
“They come here for work.”
"What kind of job requires you to personally invite a man to dinner? Huh?"
"Someone is threatening the Yangon Daily News to publish news that Mengge is a traitor and has defected. I want to give them a taste of their own medicine and fight them back. Does that require some investment?"
The man's dark eyes darkened, "With such a large capital, won't I lose a lot?"
"Oh, you can't catch a wolf without sacrificing a child." Nanxi rubbed his handsome face.
"If I lose my child, I can have another one, but I only have one wife." The man became reckless and refused to listen to any advice.
Nanxi was broken by his words and chuckled softly on his shoulder.
"Ba Xiaolu, you're really stupid."
The man curled his lips and said, "That's right, you are not allowed to go."
"That won't do," Nanxi pinched his ear, "What is the third house rule?"
"I must support my wife's work unconditionally. If there are no conditions, I will create them to support her." The man said without hesitation.
"Be good." Nanxi held his face and kissed him.
"Not enough." The man looked at her blankly.
Nanxi simply kissed her forehead, eyes, cheeks, lips, chin, and Adam's apple, and asked, "Is that enough?"
"Just make do with it." The man said reluctantly.
"I just spoiled you." The little woman tapped his forehead and gave him a coquettish look.
"Tsk tsk tsk, I'm blind, I'm blind, my eyes are fucking blind, I see things I shouldn't see..." The bandit-like voice of Zhan Peng came from the door.
Baru impatiently picked up the pillow at hand and threw it backwards through the air.
Zhan Peng caught it, held it in his arms, covered his chest and pretended to be angry, "Damn it, you want to kill me to silence me, you black-hearted dragon."
Nanxi glared at him protectively, her chin raised an inch, "We are obviously handsome dragons." Then she pinched the man's handsome face and asked, "Isn't that right?"
"My wife is right. He is sick because he lost his wife. Don't pay attention to him, honey."
"Balu, aren't you fucking afraid of going to the hell of tongue-pulling?" Zhan Peng threw the pillow in his hand back.
Baru raised his hand to catch it and threw it onto the sofa opposite. "That will have to wait until you're in the frying pan."
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