Reborn American Giants

Urziano stood behind the door and looked out through the small peephole. When he returned home yesterday, the two reporters who blocked him at the door and claimed to be "The Observer" seemed to have not left yet.

In a station wagon parked at the door, one of the two reporters, Ancares, had a soft felt hat covering his face and was lying on the passenger seat as if he was asleep. The other one, Baldassari, was lying on the passenger seat.

Sitting in the driver's seat, holding a silver thermos bottle in his hand, he was taking a sip of the refreshing drink inside from time to time, without blinking or leaving the door of his house for a moment.

"Damn it, is it really him?" Urziano turned anxiously behind the door twice and paced in the room. He was now like a dead person exuding a putrid smell, attracting a large group of mosquitoes.

Flies buzzed around him, everyone wanted to get more of what they wanted from his corpse.

How much did the two reporters know? Did that damn woman in Meseta tell anyone about his private arrangements for her to buy land? How would the opposition treat him if they knew the news?

Urziano originally wanted to comfort himself, but Chairman Amfilo had promised him that the party would handle this matter.

But the face of the woman Meseta kept popping up in his mind, and the reporters outside the door also made him upset.

The first ray of dawn appeared in the sky in February, breaking the darkness of the night, but Urziano sat helplessly on the floor behind the door, exhausted.

For a long time, Ulziano pushed hard with both hands and jumped up from the floor. He had to know what these reporters knew. At this moment, he forgot Amfilo's instructions to him: stay at home and don't see anyone.

Don't say anything...

So he opened the door and appeared in front of the door, unwashed and wearing a silk nightgown. Then he walked down the steps in front of the door and walked towards the station wagon parked on the roadside.

Baldassari quickly pushed Ancares awake. Rubbing his swollen eyes, Ancares glanced at Ulziano, who was walking towards them, and muttered: "Really,

It's like a dream every time. We are like the paparazzi reporters of those street tabloids. I will definitely not accept this kind of news next time...

Let's hear what this congressman wants to defend, Baldassari, hurry up, turn on that damn tape recorder for me..."

"Good morning, Congressman Urziano," his companion was hurriedly opening the broken tape recorder assigned to field reporters by the newspaper. Ancares smiled at Urziano who was walking out of his car window.

He greeted: "It looks like the weather is still a little cold today. Would you like to come in and sit down, drink a cup of coffee, and warm yourself up..." As he said this, he also shook the big silver thermos cup in his hand.

"What on earth do you want to do? Why are you spying on me..." Urziano asked coldly, ignoring Ancares' enthusiasm.

"How can you say it is surveillance? Don't be stupid, Mr. Congressman, we just want to add some color to the report. You are now a household name in San Salvador. Anyone who is a man will envy your life. Have you read the newspaper?

?The citizens are very interested in you and want to know your hobbies, what kind of activities you do on weekdays, who your friends are, etc..."

"I have nothing to say."

"Really?" Ancares' voice suddenly increased, showing that he strongly disagreed with the congressman's words, "But when we interviewed Ms. Meseta, that's not what she said..."

Hearing Meseta's name from the reporter's mouth, Ulziano's heart rose, his throat rolled, and he tried hard to force out a few words, "What are you implying...

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"Oh my God, I didn't hint at anything," with a smirk on his face that made people want to punch him in the face. Ancares sat in the driver's seat and spread his hands.

Shrugging his shoulders, "We just have a few questions about several construction projects passed during your tenure on the Infrastructure Committee, and we want to hear your client's views. This is also of great interest to our newspaper readers.

problem."

"Route 14 construction plan..."

"Repair and Renovation Project of the El Salvador Section of the Pan-American International Highway..."

"International Airport Maintenance Project..."

"Oh, here is another plan for the construction of a drinking water pipeline for Lake Ilopango, which was proposed in July last year but is still under discussion by the Infrastructure Committee..."

Ancares flipped through a small notepad in his hand, flipping his thin lips. Every time he uttered a question, the body of Congressman Urziano, who was standing by the car window, became invisible.

Tremble.

All of the above projects were approved by the Infrastructure Commission when Meseta was with Urziano. Now this question that the reporter of the Observer pointed out made Urziano

I felt a buzzing sound in my head, as if I had been hit by a large cement hammer. I was dizzy at the moment and my whole body was cold. Even the reporter's next words could not be heard clearly...

"Mr. Congressman...Congressman Urziano...are you okay..."

"Is there anything you want to tell the people about the question I just asked?"

Continuous shouts and a hand waving in front of his eyes finally brought Urziano back to his senses. He looked at Ancares and Baldassar who were looking at him with a hint of joking smile.

Here, a nameless anger burned in his chest. When did he, a dignified member of Congress, fall to the point of being ridiculed by two unknown people?

He clenched his hands in his pockets, trying to suppress the trembling of his body. Finally, he took out his right hand, pointed at Ancares's nose, and shouted in a sharp voice: "What on earth do you want to do? I didn't do anything.

Everything you said is a lie. Who is your editor? I want to complain to your newspaper about this harassment."

Fortunately, Urziano still remembered the tape recorder that was stuck under the car door by another reporter and was turning. He hoped that what he had just said had not been caught by reporters who were good at catching rumors.

"Complain? Our editor?...Haha, God is my witness, Mr. Congressman, it was the editor who sent us here..."

Urziano was speechless. Ancares smiled even more wantonly when he saw this. When would a high-ranking man like Urziano be silenced by two little reporters?

What about being speechless? Haha, it’s so refreshing...

Just when the two sides were in a stalemate, a group of three black Mercedes-Benz cars slowly flashed out from the corner of the street, and finally slowly stopped beside Ulziano. A very young-looking man

The young man pushed down the door from the passenger seat of the second car and came to Urziano, who was standing on the roadside wearing pajamas. He asked respectfully: "Congressman Urziano?"

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"Yes?"

"Hello Congressman, I am Atto, the attendant of Congressman Jose. My boss wants to see you. Is there any trouble here?" Atto looked at Ulciano and the two men in the car.

The atmosphere between them could not be described as "friendly", so he asked aloud.

"No trouble," Ulciano waved.

Congressman Jose? This was an unfamiliar name. He tried desperately to recall in his mind whether any of his colleagues in the National Assembly were named Congressman Jose.

But now his reputation is probably so bad that no colleagues are willing to get close to him.

After a slight hesitation, Ulziano walked towards the closed Mercedes Benz...

Ato glanced at Ancares and Baldassari, turned around and got into the car as well. A group of three Mercedes-Benz vehicles quickly left at lightning speed, and finally disappeared into the morning light...