Reborn American Giants

Fatty Bento walked tremblingly on the narrow streets of Fandino, looking at some big men covered in tattoos on both sides of the street, gathering in twos and threes, staring at him like a big bad wolf looking at a little white rabbit...

Although he had been staying in the Fandino slum for several months, Bento really devoted himself to the things Victor asked him to handle and did not even return home.

He only wanted to do a good job so that Victor could "let go" him. Now he really regretted that he didn't know more about the background of "Vandino Construction Company" and now he was on the "pirate ship".

I can’t even think about it anymore.

If it wasn't unnecessary, Bento would never want to see Victor, but now Victor was his "boss". As soon as the boss called him, the fat man immediately rushed to Victor's residence with a "fuck, f*ck" sound.

Victor summoned Bento because what he had been waiting for finally happened. He saw such a piece of news in today's "San Salvador Daily".

"This newspaper reports that today Congress will hold an "evidence meeting" to ask the government about the implementation of the "Agricultural Compensation Agreement" made by the government at the beginning of the year. Chairman Jose will attend in person to discuss the issues raised by members of Congress.

Questions answered,…”

The Congress was elected by the Jose government at the beginning of the year. In order to put an end to the history of "coups" in the previous governments of El Salvador, Jose actively promoted the transformation of El Salvador from a military dictatorship to a representative democracy, eliminating

Due to the possibility of the military interfering in politics, coupled with the "education" he received in American democracy and the American reasons behind it, El Salvador held parliamentary elections in early 1983. Each province elected 64 members based on population, and the remaining 20 were free.

Candidates are confirmed by the number of votes they receive.

"Agricultural conglomerates" (conglomerates of large planters) have huge influence in the local areas, so most of the MPs elected in these local areas are attached to various "enterprises".

The most important specialty products of El Salvador are coffee and cane sugar. The higher the altitude, the better the quality of the coffee. Because El Salvador is a coastal country, with offshore seas to the west and south, the terrain trend is from west to east, and from south to north, gradually rising.

Because of the "civil war", one-third of the country's rural areas in the northern and eastern regions have actually been controlled by the guerrillas, and the government's largest source of fiscal revenue has actually been cut off.

The annual output of coffee has dropped sharply from 3.5 million bags in the 1970s to less than 1.5 million bags now, and because the government has imposed an additional 15% "special tariff" on exported coffee, that is, the original 15%

The normal tax of thirty is then levied at an additional fifteen percent.

High taxes coupled with domestic inflation and the unfavorable "mutual exchange rate" caused by currency devaluation have made domestic planters unwilling to plant coffee trees, further leading to a reduction in coffee production.

After Jose took charge of the "revolutionary military government", in order to expand the coffee planting area and restore the government's "financial resources", he proposed a "stimulus plan", that is, plantation owners and land-owning farmers, as long as they plant one acre of new coffee trees

, then in addition to lowering tariffs and canceling the 15% special tariff, the government will also "subsidize" US$35 per acre of land.

The plan is a good "plan" and has been welcomed by many "big landowners". Who doesn't have tens of thousands of acres of land? Since the government now wants to "subsidize", everyone will not make this money in vain.

Things went smoothly at first. Everyone planted coffee trees and waited for the government to send "subsidy" to their hands. Chairman Jose also prepared US$200 million in "aid" from the United States this year.

Who knew that the guerrillas suddenly launched a large-scale all-out attack with the support of Cuba at the beginning of the year. Jose could only divert the money to the military. If he did not resist the attack of the Marti Front, everyone would go into "exile"

, still thinking about coffee or not.

Now, in order to oppose the government's "price freeze policy", these "agricultural conglomerates" (a coalition of large plantation owners in Latin America) are waving a name while the Jose government is busy dealing with the "Martí Front".

A big stick called the "Agricultural Compensation Plan" launched a "counterattack" against this government policy.

Victor put down the newspaper. He knew that the Jose government would definitely reach a compromise with these "agricultural conglomerates" in order to stabilize the "rear area". The end of the "Price Freeze Policy" was imminent.

Bento said: "Manager Bento, how is the situation of material acquisition now?"

Bento heard Victor's question, cheered up, and answered cautiously: "Mr. Victor, we have purchased about 30,000 tons of grain now. I also took the initiative to purchase some cloth and medicine. The 30 million you gave me

Except for leaving some U.S. dollar funds to ensure the normal progress of the construction of "resettlement houses," all the U.S. dollar funds have been replaced by various materials and stored in warehouses."

Bento had to be careful. He also saw the scene where Victor dealt with the "gang members". Facing such a "brutal" person, anyone else would be similar to him. Standing in front of Victor, he seemed to be able to smell it.

Smells of "blood".

Victor was very satisfied with the "work" of the fat man in front of him. Being able to purchase so many materials in such a short period of time under the noses of those "agricultural conglomerates" has fully demonstrated the ability of this "fat man". Victor's subordinates

There are really few capable people, so he will not be stingy with every capable person.

"Manager Bento, you have done a good job. You have continued to increase your efforts in acquisitions and are ready to ship goods at any time. Those who are capable should be rewarded. This is what the company rewards you." Victor handed over a "thick" stack of

The dollar was pushed in front of the fat man.

Looking at the pile of "green" "Franklins" in front of him, Bento swallowed a sip of saliva. There was at least 100,000 US dollars in front of him, which was enough to cover his "salary" for the past three years. But hadn't he already made up his mind to do this?

Will you leave this "company" after the matter is completed?

Few mortals can remain unmoved when faced with temptation, unless he is a saint. Victor smiled and looked at Bento sitting there with a "tangled" look on his face. He could probably guess what the fat man was thinking. Ordinary people faced

Gangsters are all avoided.

"Manager Bento, please feel free to accept it. This is because the company values ​​your ability, and there will be ways to rely on your ability in the future. I am a person who knows rewards and punishments, so you don't have to be afraid."

Victor's words were like "the temptation of the devil." Bento stared at the dollars in front of him, thinking of Victor's words in his ears, and he couldn't help but reach out and grab the pile of banknotes.

"Fuck it, it doesn't matter whether it's a gang or not. The "Franklin" in front of me is real. When I make enough money, I will "immigrate" and leave you bastards in this dirty place.

Keep rotting!"

This is the result of Bento's fierce inner "struggle". He is like a mortal seduced by the devil. He knows that the temptation in front of him requires greater rewards in the future, but in order to taste the sweetness in front of him, he puts aside the future matters.

The back of the head.

Victor saw Bento holding a pile of dollars in his arms and walking out the door in a daze. He asked Atto to take him home. In Fandino, Victor was afraid of "swaggering through the market" with so much money in his arms.

Where was the fat man Bento found in the gutter the next day?