When the sky was completely shrouded in darkness, the sound of the iron bed shaking had not yet stopped. Fu Cai had come over to listen several times, but still did not have the courage to go and knock on the door.
In the lounge, the scoundrel was sweating profusely and breathing heavily. He reached out to take the tissue on the upper bunk, wiped his face, and leaned down again.
"Baru, you bastard." Nanxi cried and hit him weakly, "Get off here."
"For the last time, baby, after we're done, just go to sleep. I'll carry you home and help you take a bath, okay?" He said as he gently bit her ear, causing her whole body to tremble.
This bastard has a great learning ability. He knows her body very well now and knows how to tease her to make her go weak all over and have no power to resist.
"I don't want it anymore..." Her voice was filled with tears, "I really don't want it anymore. I want to go home."
“Okay, okay…”
He agreed casually, but his hands became restless again.
The phone on the bedside table rang at this moment. The man subconsciously wanted to turn it off, but when he saw the caller ID, his black eyes narrowed, and he lowered his head to kiss his wife's sweaty cheek.
"Go to sleep, I'll carry you back later."
After saying that, he pressed the answer button, and while answering the call, he carefully wiped her sweat with a piece of paper.
"Brother Lu." Boha's voice came from the other side.
"explain."
"It's done." Poha's voice was full of excitement.
"Are you sure he's dead?" A flash of joy crossed Baru's eyes.
"Yes, I shot him in the head myself. Sakun has already flown to Naypyidaw. I think he's going to fight Aung Suk."
"Got it. Good job. You stay there and tell our people that no one is allowed to show their heads. Keep your tails in my hands." The man threw the used tissue in his hand to the ground.
"This month's bonus will be doubled." After saying that, he hung up the phone.
Ang Su shamelessly gave himself the position of Commander-in-Chief of the Ministry of National Defense, openly aiming at the military. Sakun had been working so hard for a long time and ended up making things easier for others. How could he not feel resentful?
Killing his trusted subordinate this time is equivalent to cutting off one of Sakun's arms and throwing the dirty water on Angsu, letting the two of them fight each other. No matter who wins or loses, he will not suffer any loss. Maybe he can even seize the opportunity to avenge the previous attack.
These days, Nan Xiaoxi forced him to read China's Sun Tzu's Art of War and Thirty-Six Stratagems every day. Although he did it to please his wife at first and just let it go in one ear and out the other, but after listening for such a long time, even a pig would understand some of it, not to mention that his wife always praised him for being smart.
Other things might be too complicated and give him a headache, but he understood the key to this instigation as soon as he heard it.
Brother Jin once said that there are no permanent friends, only permanent interests. Neither Angsu nor Sakun are good people. Each is more suspicious and despicable than the other. How solid can their cooperation be? They can fall apart with a stick.
Nanxi slept very soundly and had no memory of how she got home. She slept until dawn.
She felt clean and her pajamas were neatly changed.
"Asshole." She angrily hit the pillow of the man who had disappeared twice to vent her anger, then put on her slippers, got out of bed and washed up.
While I was having breakfast, the person in charge of the Yangon Daily News called me.
"Miss Nan."
"Um, what is it?"
"Our last interview with Master Aung caused quite a stir in society, and the response was mostly positive. Master Aung himself was very satisfied, but the wind seems to have turned against us in the past couple of days. Some people are deliberately trying to stir up trouble, saying that Master Aung is a playboy. Most of the lower-class people in Myanmar are struggling to make ends meet, but the car of this son of a powerful family is equivalent to the GDP of a small city for half a year.
Especially yesterday, the invited experts of Irrawaddy News Watch published an editorial on the gap between the rich and the poor and class differences in Myanmar, which aroused widespread discussion among the public. Since the news was published, many people have pushed the interview video of Aung Gongzi to the top of the hot search, and now many people are scolding him.
Miss Nan, should we remove the interview video first to avoid unnecessary trouble?"
Nanxi took a sip of milk, expressionless.
"Need not."
The person on the other end obviously didn't expect her to refuse, and didn't speak for more than ten seconds.
"Is there anything else?" She still picked up the cup gracefully and took a sip of milk.
"Miss Nan, I think I may not have expressed the seriousness of the matter clearly just now." The person on the other end continued to speak, trying to persuade the unfamiliar boss behind the scenes again.
"No need." The little woman's voice was a bit cold and indifferent. "My language comprehension ability is normal. Do as I say."
"Miss Nan." The voice on the other end was a bit earnest. "The social environment in Myanmar is very different from that in China. Our understanding of social systems and social news is biased. In the case of Master Ang, there is no—"
"Perhaps you're right," Nanxi interrupted him. "But please remember, I'm your boss. Regardless of whether Myanmar is a primitive society, an agricultural society, or even a feudal society, as long as there's an employment relationship between us, you should know that you're responsible for the people you're paying for. If you don't even have this awareness, I'll think you're not fit to work for me."
There was silence for a few seconds. "I understand. I'm sorry, Miss Nan. I overstepped my bounds."
"I forgive you, but there won't be a next time."
She said that and hung up the phone.
Things went even more smoothly than she expected.
In any society, as long as there is a gap between the rich and the poor, there will be uneven distribution of resources, and the poor will naturally hate the rich.
This was the principle Nan Suzhi taught her when she was in school, and it was also the reason that persuaded her to keep a low profile.
I don’t know when it started, but her style of doing things has become more and more like Nan Suzhi.
No, he should be becoming more and more like Nan Zhenguo.
Now, she had to admit that her father's theories and methods could indeed keep her from being passive in the business world. She learned from her father's behavior and began to protect everything of the Nan family, from being the little girl who was angry and acting like a spoiled child all day long.
Perhaps, this is what Dad wants to see most, his little girl eventually grows up to look like him.
"Bad old man, tell me, can I keep everything you gave your life for?"
She talked to herself.
Uncle Li disappeared and there has been no news about him until now. My father's death was so strange that it seemed that the truth was right in front of us, but it was always shrouded in a veil and we were still in the fog.
Once the internal issuance is put into operation, huge tax revenue will be put into the pockets of the Nan family. Angsu may become desperate and do whatever it takes.
He controls the cabinet and part of the military power, so it is no problem for him to deal with a company.
Even if Ba Lu was there, he could only guarantee her life. If she wanted to preserve the Nan family's property, she had to rely on herself.
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