As everyone entered the room, the originally pitch-black ceiling was now brightly lit.
Transparent glass cabinets appeared in front of the guests as the lights were turned on.
Those rare treasures appeared in front of everyone just like that.
There was a wide variety of them.
They didn't have any special preferences, but they all had one thing in common, which was that they were all China antiques.
They might be treasures from auction houses all over the world, or they might be remnants that were purchased from private circulation circles.
But no matter which one it was, it showed that the owner of the collection loved Chinese antiques.
Some of the guests picked up the magnifying glasses next to them, intending to have a good look at the collection of the richest man in Thailand.
After seeing that everyone was in position, Xie Guomin shot a look at his personal assistant.
Along with his silent command, the large, spacious door of the room was shut tight. All the sophisticated security equipment around this well-secured building were switched on.
When everything was done, Xie Guomin walked up to the Thai Princess and whispered something to her.
After they had confirmed the handover, the Thai Princess said to everyone in the room, "I just received news from Wan.
"I just got the news from Wan. Just an hour ago, the Thai military launched a military coup."
"They have surrounded the Thai government. We will have to wait for more information from the frontline."
There was a lot of information in this sentence. It made the guests who didn't understand what was going on and were already immersed in the sea of treasures come back to their senses in an instant.
Splash!
Hot water dripped into a pot of oil and exploded.
"What? Why didn't we receive any news? "
"What's the military's plan now?"
Although everyone's face was filled with worry, the Thai comrades, who had regarded military coups as a daily occurrence, were only a little uncertain and surprised at this time.
However, none of the people present showed any signs of panic or loss of mind. All of their discussions were related to the subsequent events that would unfold.
The only three people in the room were from China. They were shocked.
What a big deal! It's a military coup!
You still have food and drinks here, and you can even chat cheerfully and wittily. Is that appropriate?
It was unimaginable to any Chinese, but it had happened so easily, and everyone had let it go as if it was nothing.
Xie Hanren seemed to have noticed Qin Guan's confusion.
Then he explained the fine traditions of his country to Qin Guan.
As early as when the King had his own army and could no longer control it, the army of this country had formed its own system.
Don't be fooled by the fact that the king on the stage looked like a mascot.
The Thai princess was also very approachable in the media.
But in reality, their relationship with the army had always been inextricably linked.
The King could indirectly express his satisfaction with the party and the government through the army.
Thailand was in a mess now, and it was hard to tell if the one who was unhappy was the King or the military.
This move to separate the military and the government made Thailand's so-called democracy a joke under a fig leaf.
But the joke had to continue.
The wisdom of the Chinese told us that political power came from the barrel of a gun. That was the core of a stable political power.
Chinese emperors had worked hard for thousands of years, but they still hadn't figured it out. Other countries weren't any better.
For example, the Prince Regent? The General?
Nothing more than that.
No wonder the Thai princess was so calm. She was eating and drinking as usual. She even had time to visit her idol.
Feelings were like floating clouds to them.
As time went by, the atmosphere in the hall became better. The closed-circuit television started to respond.
As the news was broadcasted and the curfew began, the people in the room got to know what was going on.
Thanks to the appearance of the live broadcast network and the pervasive media, there were fewer and fewer secrets.
Although Thailand was a small place, it was a famous tourist city in Southeast Asia, so many foreign media were stationed there.
Before the situation in Thailand had stabilized, the local and foreign media had risked their lives to capture the so-called precious moments.
Although Thailand was a small place, it was a famous tourist city in Southeast Asia, so many foreign media outlets were stationed there.
There were too many people in the world with high aspirations. The existence of war correspondents was the best embodiment of noble sentiments.
The military also needed their own tongues to calm people down.
The media outlets, which represented the highest decision-making of the country, also reported on the progress of the situation on TV.
According to the news, the transfer of power had been smooth. Only three hours had passed since the coup d 'état had started.
In addition to some finishing touches, if it was another government, they would not be able to gather more than five hours of work.
This quiet atmosphere was in line with the expectations of the people present. It didn't take long for the security staff below to inform everyone that the curfew had been lifted.
This meant that everyone could go home safely and find their own mothers.
After a good night's sleep, a new Prime Minister would appear.
That was good and powerful.
Qin Guan had been staying in the guest room, so he didn't even need to leave the garden. Although the guests had left, the guards outside hadn't relaxed their security measures.
In this day and age, there was no lack of desperate people, and this mountainside of Pattaya was a famous luxury area near Bangkok.
If some stupid person barged in, it would be a western scene.
The four of them returned to their rooms, exhausted, as if they had been on a roller coaster.
He had to have a good night's sleep. His body had no worries, but his heart was tired.
Qin Guan took off his suit and splashed some water on his skin.
The temperature of the water collided with his skin in a comfortable way, making him feel relaxed.
Knock! Knock!
The knock on the door was short and hurried. Qin Guan, who was in the bathroom, heard it clearly.
"Who is it?"
It was late at night.
"It's me, Wang Liying."
"Wait a minute. I'm taking a shower. "
"No, read your email when you have time, Brother Qin."
"What?"
Before she could finish, the girl turned around and returned to her room.
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