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Jose found the crumpled "Observer" from the trash can filled with cigarette ashes, which certainly did not make him feel happy.

"I actually found out about this news from a stranger of his! Mendieta, please don't be the last one to tell me such important news sometimes, okay?" There was a fire rising in Jose's heart, but his tone sounded...

But it's a little softer than usual.

"I'm really sorry, I'm sorry, Mr. President, we wanted to wait until you finished breakfast before telling you," Mendieta immediately replied cautiously. As someone who has been close to Jose for a long time, he was very concerned about his master's temper.

It's crystal clear.

It would be better if Jose was furious now and scolded him. But now, it seems peaceful and gentle on the surface, which means that he is trying his best to suppress his anger, but this kind of behavior is often a failure.

of.

So when this anger breaks out, it becomes even more violent.

"Do you think I'm still in the mood to eat after watching this? Look at this pile of garbage, look, Mendieta, is this him?"

The sound stopped suddenly, and Jose saw the key points of the exclusive report of the Observer waving in his hand.

So he temporarily stopped venting, spread the newspaper in his hand on the table, hung his antique reading glasses on the bridge of his nose, and read it word by word.

Yes, this is where the hard facts that should have been presented have been replaced by baseless guesses and assumptions.

"According to this newspaper's latest opinion poll, President Jose's approval rating has dropped significantly compared with the general election vote," the newspaper wrote.

"...This must have brought tremendous pressure to our Mr. President. Tomorrow he will deliver his first speech since taking office at the National Assembly Palace to clarify his governance goals and ideas to members of Congress...

This speech has extraordinary and even decisive significance. Since the election, President Jose's performance has disappointed many of his colleagues, and criticism of Jose Napoleon Duarte's leadership style and governance efficiency has never ceased.

The latest opinion polls have undoubtedly deepened this suspicion. According to the report, Jose's personal support rate is lower than that of the previous military dictatorship..."

"Oh, he..." Jose cursed silently as he read on.

What the hell newspaper polls. Jose has always understood that polls are weapons, and sometimes they can be extremely powerful. Ask the right questions at the right time, get the right answers, and leak the news to the media...

He considers himself a master at controlling public opinion, and has always been good at guiding public opinion from the current state to the future he has preset.

This is called political leadership, and few people possess it. Jose is one of the best.

But he never imagined that one day he would be the target of public opinion attacks...

And the report continues, "...last night, a senior government official accepted an interview with this newspaper. He commented: "The cabinet and members of parliament lack a strong control, and there is turmoil within the party. We were originally good.

The foundation was shaken by leaders who lacked strength..."

Senior officials in some parts of the government have even expressed harsher views, with party leaders believing the party is now hurtling toward a critical crossroads.

“We must make a choice between a new choice and a slow-down recession or failure,” a senior source said. “Since the election, we have suffered too many setbacks that we should not have suffered, and we can no longer afford the damage.

"

There is also a less optimistic view that President Jose is now "a catastrophic threat that may engulf the entire government at any time..."

"Yeah..." Jose shouted loudly, he couldn't hold it in any longer.

A person may have spent most of his life at the top of the political ladder and has learned how to work hard to overcome his fear of heights.

But sometimes, just for a moment, he feels dizzy, and he can't bear it any more, and he falls suddenly.

"Find out this scumbag behind the scenes, Mendieta," Jose suddenly burst out, crumpling the newspaper in his hands like a chicken, "I want to know who wrote this report?" said

Who is the bastard who said these words? And the bastard who leaked the high-level meeting last time. I will eat them alive at the dinner table tomorrow morning."

"Should I call Chairman Embrioni?" As the president's political secretary, Mendieta gave her own advice when Jose was furious and emotional.

Now that Amfilo is no longer involved in party affairs, if Jose wants to understand the "dynamics" within the party, there is no doubt that Embrioni Hernandez, who has long served as chairman of the Christian Democratic Party

This is a hurdle that can never be bypassed. He firmly controls the party affairs of the Christian Democratic Party through the party chairs of his various regions. Especially now that the chairman has become the vice president of the country, his energy has been absorbed by a large number of government officials.

This is even more true when the business is involved.

"Hernandez?" Unexpectedly, Jose heard the name of the party chairman and became furious again. "The damn high-ranking party member mentioned in the newspaper and the person who leaked the news may be this one.

Old bastard..."

"Mr. President..." Mendieta immediately interrupted Jose's rambling words. He turned around and closed the ajar door of the office completely. Then he returned to Jose and said softly: "

... Chairman Embrioni has always been very careful in controlling the party, and he is also a veteran... Therefore, now that the outside world is staring at the movements of the Independence Palace with wide eyes, it is not a good time to cause conflicts within the party.

…”

"...I want an answer, I want an answer," Jose also realized that he had made a mistake, but he would not express his mistake in front of his subordinates, so he changed his tone and said, "Go and call the chairman.

Find him, whatever he is doing, get him here first, and go now."

Mendieta mustered up all the courage in his body, overcame many obstacles in his heart, and finally spoke again, "Mr. President, before the Vice President comes, may I make a suggestion. This is the speech you will use tomorrow.

There may be some major changes that need to be made... You know, because of this news, the original manuscript may not be suitable in some places, and we don't have much time."

"I won't change the speech. Let's leave it as it is. Don't touch a word! I won't overthrow such an excellent manuscript just because those bastard reporters outside spread some rumors out of nothing... You go find Anfei now."

Luo.”

"Now……"

Amfilo was in his office when the phone rang. It was not a call from the presidential office. On the other end of the phone was Land and Agriculture Minister Yolande Behn. His tone was relaxed and he was smiling a little.

"Amfilo, you are really a "bad guy"..."

"My dear Minister Yolande, what are you talking about? I don't understand..."

"Well, I just want to praise you. You are doing a really good job. Our President has been really busy recently. You must be helping him put out fires everywhere! You are really "loyal"

What a good subordinate. But I have a little doubt, who leaked these confidential information within the party?"

Amfilo ignored Yolande's rhetorical question, but pretended to sigh: "There is no way, who gave me a life of hard work!"

"Haha, then if you continue to work hard, I think you must like this kind of life. I can't, haha, but I think this period of time is really great and exciting... Okay, I'm calling, just

I just want to say hello to you, that’s all!..."

"Goodbye then!" Amfilo hung up the call without thinking. He didn't pay attention to Yolande Bain's meaningful question, and just thought about something quietly...

But soon the phone rang loudly again, and a voice called him to go see President Jose, sounding very urgent.

It seems that after becoming Vice President, he will have to do the dirty work of cleaning up the aftermath.

"It doesn't matter," Amfilo straightened his collar, slowly moved his fingers across the vice president's seat, and murmured: "Just wait a little longer!"

After saying that, he looked up to the sky, laughed, and walked out the door...