Reborn American Giants

In fact, to be honest, Jose doesn't like those evil meetings, big and small evil meetings, and cocktail parties with masks and false greetings at all...

The extravagant entertainment at the dinner table, and of course the speeches.

What he dislikes the most is giving speeches.

For this parliamentary speech, he, his secretary, and assistants locked themselves in a smoky room and had painful discussions. Sometimes, when they made a little progress or made some progress, the discussion had to stop abruptly, and he had to stop again.

I have to open a dance party somewhere, or attend some kind of reception.

If we continue after a long time, no one knows where the discussion has been.

After sorting out my thoughts, I wasted a lot of time thinking about it, and naturally the final speech was not very exciting.

However, everyone will still applaud hypocritically and say that the manuscript is good.

But before he left the room, they couldn't wait to talk about it: something didn't work here, there was too much tension there, and somewhere else, the wording wasn't precise enough...

In short, everyone is thinking in hindsight...

Every time Jose thought about this, he had the urge to tear the pale speech in front of him into pieces and crumble it into a lump again.

Forget it, let’s bite the bullet tomorrow and finish reading according to the manuscript...

He didn't want these worries to ruin his rare good mood, so Jose sped up his eating speed and proposed to the "First Lady" sitting opposite him that they go for a walk in the square outside the Independence Palace after breakfast so that they could eat these things.

All the messy thoughts were cleared from his mind.

He is the president, he doesn't care whether it's raining outside or not!

So the president wanted to go for a walk, and the commanders of the presidential security team of the Independence Palace followed a few steps away. From time to time, they used the walkie-talkie to notify their team members to alert the crowd outside the Independence Palace who saw President Jose and wanted to come closer.

Disperse.

Fortunately, when Jose and his wife were walking slowly in the small square, the rain had stopped, and the air after the rain seemed very moist and fresh, so the two of them walked along the Independence Palace

We were walking slowly in the small square outside, while discussing how pleasant and joyful it would be to go to Europe or New Zealand during our vacation.

"I think it's better to go to New Zealand this year," Jose said gently to his wife: "You can lie on the beach in Maurangi as you like, but I definitely want to go for a walk in the mountains. I heard that there are mountains in the mountains.

There are some ancient Maori relics and wildlife reserves that are also worth seeing. New Zealand’s Prime Minister Harry told me about it last year, and it sounded really... My dear, you weren’t listening at all.

Well."

"I'm sorry, Jose. I was just...reading that man's newspaper." She raised her head towards a man.

It seemed that this man should be a civil servant in a government agency. He was wearing a smart suit, with a badge representing a parliamentary staff pinned on his chest, and holding a newspaper in his hand.

"The newspaper is much more interesting than me, isn't it?" The gentle breeze also brought a good mood, and Jose made a rare joke and joked to his wife.

However, after saying this, his rare relaxed mood disappeared with the wind, and he began to feel embarrassed.

He thought about it, no one had brought him the daily media briefing today! Of course, if there was anything particularly important, there would be staff members shouting at him to inform him.

But... the general elections in recent months have distracted his energy, because he is busy traveling to various places to carry out various and endless propaganda activities. So his subordinates suggested that he does not need to spend so much time reading those newspapers every day.

Because basically what is published above is some nonsense, you only need to read the comprehensive briefing compiled and excerpted by the staff below every day.

This makes Jose feel much more relaxed and can free up more energy to deal with the most important election activities. However, he has always been worried that the staff doing the briefings may have a narrow and short-sighted view. What is important in their eyes is

The content cannot be completely consistent with the leader's views.

Because Jose found more and more loopholes in the briefings they submitted, especially on important political issues. He kept comforting himself that the reason why this happened might be that the people below wanted to protect him.

But Jose has always had a fear that he cannot tell others, that is, the protective net they have woven to protect him may one day suffocate him to death.

He still remembers being sworn in in front of all members of the Parliament and the people of the country, driving around the National Assembly Palace on the first day of his inauguration, and then stepping into the already familiar Independence Palace again as the official "president".

With the noisy crowd and the TV crew outside, the huge brown door slammed shut behind him, and he saw a magical sight.

In the huge foyer that extends from the entrance hall of the Independence Palace to the other end, almost all the employees and other service personnel working in the Independence Palace gathered together. They gathered together and applauded him warmly, as if welcoming the past.

Over the years, countless owners have taken charge of this huge palace. Of course, they will also welcome his successor in this way in the future.

At the other end of the foyer, stood his political staff, led by political secretary Mendieta, a group of loyal supporters.

These people were all hurriedly but carefully selected one by one after he returned to El Salvador and took office as Minister of Foreign Affairs. They were specially invited by him to build their glorious history together.

There were only eight people in this small team. They stood smiling and clapping their hands under the huge vault in the entrance hall of the Independence Palace, and they looked a little small.

No, together with himself, the nine of them were completely unable to fight back in such an environment.

Sure enough, in the next few months, he could hardly see these think tanks who were supposed to contribute their wisdom to him, because they were entangled in various official duties and drained by the huge machine of the government.

Swallowed. Nowadays, they have been completely lost in various meetings and mountains of documents.

"No, it's not a good idea to rely entirely on these officials. I still have many ideas for this country waiting to be realized," Jose secretly made up his mind.

He decided not to read the news bulletins sent by his subordinates, but to read the newspapers carefully as before.

But I may not have much time these days, so I will definitely start from next Monday...

Jose's attention returned to the newspaper. The man holding the newspaper was only a few meters away from them. His fairly good eyesight allowed him to see the huge headline on the newspaper.

“Ballot thieves are outright hypocrites!”

He took a few steps and snatched the newspaper from the stunned man.

"President Jose's credibility is shaky and his prospects are worrying," he couldn't help but read out. "The leader's personal crisis may bring down the party!"

"Jose..." the first lady shouted warningly.

"What the hell are you doing..." the man said angrily. When he realized who the person who had snatched his newspaper was, he was stunned. However, a security guard from the Presidential Secret Service next to him stopped him.

A man turned his head and asked him with concern: "Are you okay, Mr. President?"

When Jose realized his rudeness, he seemed a little downcast and murmured an apology to the man: "Forgive me, I didn't want to... I'm really sorry."

"No, no, no, Mr. President, I'm sorry." The man regained his consciousness slightly, "You shouldn't have been written like that by them."

"It shouldn't be, right?" Jose still murmured, then turned around and walked heavily towards the splendid "Independence Palace"...