Politicians are also human beings, and they also have to eat and clothe, so behind the fighters for democracy in any era, there are indispensable enthusiastic financiers. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

After hundreds of years of development, Malata, like other countries, has many wealthy expatriates.

There are always some of these people who are not satisfied with the affluent life in Western society and want to return to their homeland with their habits. At this time, the feudal system became the biggest obstacle to their return to their homeland.

Wealthy people who have lived abroad for decades, if not hundreds of years, have a deep-rooted fear of the royal family. They have swept away the obstacles to the realization of their dreams, and for the happiness of their children and grandchildren, they have become the biggest financiers of domestic politicians, or the kind of financiers who do not ask for anything in return.

Relying on the sweat and sweat of foreign exchange, politicians can compete with the deep-pocketed pro-monarch parties in the state governments. After decades of open and covert fighting, although the current royal family regards those capitalists as thorns in the flesh, it has no way to take the remaining few capital giants.

The inheritance of inheritance has always been the first magic weapon for a century-old enterprise. When Sanjay was choosing his identity in the palace, there happened to be an Italian giant, the Nanda family, who was standing at the crossroads of life and death.

The Nanda family had its headquarters in Milan, Italy, and Lahunada commanded a fortune of up to a trillion rupees in an eleven-story office building.

Although the royal family has taken advantage of the economic crisis and began to use tricks to buy the shares of the Nanda family, sixty percent of the company's shares are equally divided between Rahunada and his two children.

Fortunately, his daughter Sunanda was at odds with her father and had not attended a shareholders' meeting for the past 25 years, so the royal family planned to spend a huge amount of money to buy the 40% stake in the family, which was scattered among investors, in an attempt to veto the Nantuo family's right to use the huge amount of money through a no-confidence motion.

In order not to live in a place that is too poor and sour, Sanjay, who went south with a new identity, shouldered the arduous task of splitting the Nanda family and lived in Sunanda's husband's house as a driver.

The man who eloped with Sunanda, after decades of struggle, has become a well-known local lawyer. And Sunanda is also opening a hotel of her own to provide a rich life for her husband's family.

The white and blue tones of the courtyard walls are no different from the homes of most wealthy South Indians.

In the bright daylight, after pushing open the blue wooden door and entering the courtyard, the pleasant dance accompaniment music reached Sanjay's ears.

Following the guidance of the voice, he walked a few meters around the stage on the right and saw a pair of sisters dancing a traditional dance on it. Although her black and yellow skin is not as fair as Angela's, her sister's smart eyes give Sanjay a new feeling.

The strict butler walked towards the overstepping Sanjay with heavy steps. Before the butler's question sounded, Sanjay turned to meet him first.

The dancing sisters on the stage still danced to the beat accurately, as if they had never existed with the person who had caught their attention.

Sanjay, who has been hugging since birth, has no disobedience to be a subordinate who serves others. The new way of life also made him feel deeply excited, and after happily spending the familiarization period, all the cars of Sunanda's house have been equipped with high-definition cameras.

Although Sanjay couldn't supervise alone, Sunanda's family had dozens of people, but the camera did what he should have done instead of him.

In this traditional southern family, although Shekar is the eldest brother of all the brothers, Sunanda is the one who speaks in the courtyard.

Shekar and Sunanda had only three daughters:

The eldest daughter, Pumela, is dignified and virtuous and naughty, even if Sanjay is just a driver, she never hesitates to smile and speak kindly;

The second daughter, Sassy, is not as tall as her sister, her figure is not as good as her sister, her education is not as high as her sister, and her dancing is not as good as her sister.

The youngest daughter is not only darker and shorter than her two sisters, but also has a more traditional and conservative personality, and can be said to be the only good girl in the family.

The self-righteous Sanjay, who had lived in this home for less than a month, was convinced that Bumila was in love with him.

It wasn't until he took the eldest lady to a private meeting with his lover that he finally realized that his charm was not as big as he imagined.

Angry, Sanjay assigned Karina a new task overnight: to organize people to make up a few scripts as soon as possible to break up the secret couple.

Heaven never lets misfortune and loneliness befall the world, and while Sanjay's people were still discussing the feasibility of the script for breaking up Pumira and Rosit, the fund manager in charge of the takeover in Italy messed things up.

The only male member of the third generation of the Nanda family, Gou Deng, not only kidnapped Pavennara floating on the sea by himself, but also killed a dozen heavily armed mercenaries with his bare hands, and scared off a helicopter gunship with a pistol.

"Well, the bullet is only an inch and a half, but it can kill a man at six feet, so what if the bullet is six feet? My grandson, Göden Nanda, is a six-foot bullet. "This is the spy lurking on the board of directors of the Nanda family, and the report of Lahunada has said about Gouden.

This young man, who possessed a force not inferior to Ganesh and a huge fortune, had already boarded a private plane to Chennai.

Sanjay sat in the car, in the courtyard of Sunanda's house in the Inxi Mountain area, and suddenly felt his scalp tingle when he looked at this information.

He couldn't hide his identity any longer, so he hurriedly took out his mobile phone and dialed Babur's number.

"Hey, Babur? ... You will start sending people to wait at the airport in Chennai tomorrow, and as soon as Nanda's plane lands, I will know everything Gouden has said. Yes, every word has to be eavesdropped without him noticing, don't you have some sound restraint device? ... And find me a place to live in Chennai, not too good and not too bad. ... Of course, I need to have this calamity, knowing that weakening the Nanda family is nothing compared to my life. “

Sanjay was venting his frustration in the car, and Pumila, who happened to be passing by, vaguely heard some words.

The kind-hearted lady was curious about Sanjay's actions, and knocked on the car window as a matter of course.

As the bell sounded, Sanjay hurriedly hung up the phone. Following the sound, he quickly opened the door on the opposite side, and without looking at it, he grabbed the hand of the person outside the door and pulled the person into the car.

In the dim interior of the car, the lights in the room and the bright moonlight could not break through the windows.

Surprised, Pumira couldn't see the situation in the car at all, so she could only ask, "Is Sanjay you?" “

When the sweet voice sounded, Sanjay's wide palm also happened to press on Pumira's neck. Sanjay interrupted the pinching gesture just in time, but his hand still fell on her warm skin.

Pumila lost her former kindness and scolded harshly, "Sanjay, what are you doing? Don't take your hands off yet. “

The louder and louder sound in the car made Sanjay, who was a thief, at a loss, not only did he not take away his left hand that fell on his neck, but his right hand waving indiscriminately also pulled Pumela's hair.

"Ahh The pain made Pumila really cry out.

The contingency plan given in Sanjay's mind made him quickly possess and kiss Pumila, and the pink lips on his slightly raised face.

The sudden and strange first kiss left Pumela's mind blank, and Sanjay fell into the fresh touch and couldn't extricate himself. His hands pulled away Pumera's coat as if they were nimbly.

The obstacles in the T-shirts and pants brought the soulless man and woman to their senses at the same time. After pushing the other party away, Sanjay started the car and drove the eldest lady of the house to his secret base before the people in the house came out to check.

Pumela, who had regained her composure, sat in the co-pilot's seat and glared at Sanjay, who was concentrating on driving.

"Where are you going to take me, let me go home now, I promise Dad won't know what happened."

Under Sanjay's calm expression, his mind raced, and he secretly texted Babur on his mobile phone, and said, "Miss Pumela, you are so docile and kind, so dignified and lovely......"

Listening to the simple sweet words, Pumira couldn't help but think of every bit after meeting Sanjay. Especially the pleasure of the first kiss just now, which made her blush while questioning whether the relationship between herself and Rosette was love.

"Hey, is this the time to talk about that?" The embarrassed eldest lady pinched her hands around Sanjay's waist, and the pain interrupted Sanjay's nonsense of delaying time, but it also lit the electric light of wisdom.

"Pumila, my family and your family have some grievances, and I am willing to come to your house to be a car driver in order to see you more. Although it makes me sad that you are in love with Rosit, I still bless you in my heart. But just now my man called me and told me that Rosette was dating three girls at the same time. “

Pumira was surprised and said, "That can't be!" “

"This is really Pumela, in that situation just now, I really felt worthless for you, so I didn't restrain my love for you for a while, and made excessive moves. Now I'm going to take you to Rosit, and show you which woman he's making out with in the hotel. “

Under the illumination of the street lights, the slightly bright car, except for a few strands of hair that the wind blew into the car, only a pair of big eyes were left looking out of the window.

Rosit was originally a Brahmin who ate soft rice with his face. In the script arranged by Sanjay, he should be in a romantic relationship with a rich widow at this time.

Sanjay's text message made this relationship grow by leaps and bounds within two hours.

Pumira listened to the woman's voice coming from the room, looked at Rosit who was wrapped in a towel and opened the door, her eyes seemed to turn into springs, and she spilled tears on the soft carpet.

Sanjay was unhurried, following behind Pumira, who was running away. It wasn't until the man and woman disappeared into the corridor that the widow, who had redressed, walked out of the room with her precious handbag. In the golden corridor, only Rosit, who looked confused, and three big men in black who suddenly appeared.