Baru let his wife hang on him, walked into the lounge, and put her on the iron bed.
"Baby, sit down first. I'll go get some water." After he said that, he rubbed the top of her head, then bent down, pulled out a plastic basin from under the bed, and went out.
In less than two minutes, he came in with a basin of water, squatted in front of her, took off her shoes and socks, and while washing her feet, he asked,
"Why are you here? The mountain road is difficult to walk on. Why don't you just stay at home?"
"I can't stay here any longer, Ba Xiaolu. It's so boring here. I want to go back. I can't stay here forever, can I?"
She pouted, and there was no trace of the excitement on her pretty face that she had when she first arrived.
"But Yangon is not safe now, baby, wait a little longer. Once I kill Sakun, I will send you back."
The man squatted down and placed her little feet in his rough palms, caressing them inch by inch.
"Isn't Nathul in Rangoon?"
"It's different. Na Tu is disabled, but he's not a soldier anymore, so he's no threat to them. But I'm not disabled or dead, and when they attacked Brother Meng, they were already at odds with me.
Nan Xiaoxi, you are my life. Moreover, you control the internal circulation and the Yangon Times, one of the three major mainstream media in Myanmar. Now, for the Aung Suu government, you are a spell to suppress me.
To force Mengge, they even killed Zhenzhen's wife and child, let alone you? According to the news from Boha, Aungsu's people are secretly investigating your whereabouts. It's clear that they have already set their sights on you.
After Baru finished speaking, he took down the towel hanging on the wall and carefully wiped her feet. Then he lifted her legs and put them on the bed, and walked out with the basin of water.
Nanxi sat against the wall without saying a word.
What Aung Suu is targeting is probably not the internal circulation and a mainstream media, but the lifeblood of Myanmar.
It would have been impossible for Aung Hsin to leap from a political "abandoned child" to become the actual ruler of Myanmar without strong financial support.
However, he had been in Europe for many years and did not have much property there. At most, he was just an ordinary rich man.
It was because of this that my father was attracted to him that he tried to support him as a political puppet.
Unfortunately, the descendant is a Zhongshan wolf.
Angsu is looking for me like crazy now, it must be related to the taxes for the second half of the year.
According to the agreement reached between him and the Internal Revenue Bank, starting from November in the second half of the year, the cabinet government will officially take power, and 30% of Myanmar's national tax revenue will have to go through special operations and finally enter the Internal Revenue Bank.
This matter is of no trivial importance.
Not to mention the enormous operational risks of such a huge amount of money, just the matter itself, if any information is leaked, the Aung Suu government will be labeled as a traitor.
Once a person has tasted power, it is impossible to let it go.
Angsu was so impatient because he must have wanted to get all the evidence related to the matter from her and kill her to silence her. In this way, no one would know that he had used the country's money and capital to engage in treasonous transactions.
Thinking of this, Nanxi felt cold all over.
Suddenly I realized that I had been dragged into such a big conspiracy without realizing it.
"What are you thinking about?" The man pinched her cheek.
"Ba Xiaolu." Nanxi was so angry that she reached out to hit him, "You pinched my face with your hands that just washed your feet—"
Her voice rose several degrees, and she glared at him fiercely with her moist eyes.
The man didn't care and lazily lay down on the bed, "Nan Xiaoxi, do you despise yourself?"
"You annoying guy. You're so annoying—" Nanxi didn't want to think about the frog incident at all. She got goose bumps when she thought about it. He kept reminding her, and she was so angry that she stretched out her arms and pulled his ears.
"So annoying."
The man pulled her to his chest, put his big hands on her back and held her down.
"Hold on for a moment. I'll wait for a call. We'll be back soon."
Nanxi was still unhappy, but she didn't move.
"Ba Xiaolu, I guess Angsu came to me not because of you, but because of a deal my father made with him."
"What deal?" the man asked casually.
"My father told me about this after I started working at the bank. Aung Su had already reached an agreement with my father in order to successfully run for election. The Nan family would provide him with the funds needed for his campaign. After he took office and formed a cabinet government, they would give him 30% of Myanmar's tax revenue in return for ten years."
The man lying on the bed's eyes suddenly became turbulent, and his handsome eyebrows twisted into the shape of a "chuan" character. "Isn't this a disguised form of treason? He's so bold, mortgaging the country before he even takes office. Damn it."
The man's back teeth clenched.
"This agreement was handled by a top Wall Street elite team hired by my father. Aung Suk has no right to break the contract. It will be fulfilled starting in November, and all of Aung Suk's personal property will be used as collateral. The most important point is that my father paid a huge sum of money to an international mercenary team. If Aung Suk breaks the contract, all family members within three generations of the Aung family, including himself, will be hunted endlessly by international assassins.
There is only one way to break the deadlock, and that is for the person in charge of our Nan family to personally cancel the agreement and promise that all fees paid previously will not be recovered."
Baru exhaled a breath of foul air, "Such a big thing, why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"I forgot. This matter is already set in stone. I thought Angsu had accepted it and we just had to follow the agreed procedures. Our Nan family is not a charity. It's reasonable for him to help him get promoted and pay the compensation. It's just a deal."
The man slapped her butt hard, "After all, you are the eldest daughter of a capitalist, huh?"
The little woman raised an eyebrow, "That's why I can let you live off me."
"It's really a shame for me to live off my wife. The empire I built has gone into my wife's pocket, and I have to shamelessly eat it."
"Then you don't have to eat." Nanxi looked up, leaving a few inches of distance between them, and stared at him with moist eyes with a smile.
"Why? If you don't let me eat, who do you want to eat? Nan Xiaoxi, who the hell has such strong teeth?"
Nanxi rolled her eyes at him and said, "Hunlong."
The man smiled evilly, turned over and pressed the man under him, his black eyes flashing with scorching sparks.
"What are you doing?"
The little woman naturally sensed the dangerous aura emanating from him, "Don't be silly, this is outside."
"What are you doing?" His smile deepened. "Eating people..." the man squeezed out two words.
“Hmm—”
Nanxi's sweet voice had only uttered one syllable when he swallowed the rest.
The iron bed creaked, the sound deafening.
Fu Cai came over and was about to knock on the door, but he heard something wrong. He scratched his short hair, walked out with a dark face, and stood guard ten meters away, not letting anyone get close.
Damn, the boss not only doesn’t eat enough meat every day, but he also threatens to deduct his wife’s money at every turn. How mean.
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