Reborn American Giants

Taking off the cigarette from his mouth, Victor was looking around for an ashtray when a young man standing by the sofa quickly picked up the ashtray from the coffee table next to him, then held it in both hands and handed it to Victor.

Taking a look at the child, Father Bruno mentioned to him not long ago that Victor had the impression that he seemed to be called Domingo Elias. His father was a low-level gang member of the Gref family and died a few years ago.

During a gang fight, his mother quickly abandoned him and ran away with a train driver passing by Fandino. At that time, he was just seven years old and wandered in the Fandino slum, and was taken in by Father Bruno.

Adoption home.

He is already fifteen years old this year. According to the rules of the Fandino Adoption Home, children over the age of fifteen must leave the home and become completely independent.

Perhaps Victor's sideways movement was a little too big. The black boy sitting on his lap and smearing saliva on him let out a sigh and dropped his head. He once again failed to resist the temptation of gravity and lay on the floor on all fours.

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The little guy didn't seem to understand why he suddenly changed his position and lay down on the floor. He was babbling for a long time, fluttering his two short legs, blinking twice, and was stunned for a long time before pulling out.

Open your throat and cry loudly.

Victor looked at the black boy crying and arching his buttocks, trying to turn over.

He didn't reach out to help, and just watched the little guy huddled on the floor like a caterpillar, until Develti put down a child in his arms, ran over, picked up the little guy from the ground, and hugged him

After being gently patted on the back twice, the black boy stopped crying. He just bit a finger and stared at Victor with his dark eyes.

Victor patted his butt and stood up from the ground, and then said to Domingo who was still standing next to him: "...the priest has told me about your matter. As the godfather, I need to guide you in your future life, but I don't

You are so arbitrary, I would like to ask you first what do you mean?"

Seeing that his godson looked a little nervous in front of him, Victor reached out and patted his head, "...Don't be afraid, I am your godfather. If you have anything, just say it to me."

"Godfather... I want to continue studying and learn more skills so that I can help you better in the future."

Seeing Domingo's lips moving for a long time, he finally said this sentence. After saying it, he seemed to have done something extraordinary and breathed out a sigh of relief, which made Victor feel a little funny.

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"...Okay, studying is a good thing. Only people with a long-term vision can understand this truth. You were born in a slum, so it is very good for you to understand this truth. I will support your studies, Ato," Victor said.

Atuo, who was standing by, waved, "Are you ready? Bring it over."

After hearing Victor's call, Ato quickly walked over with a black leather suitcase next to his thigh, placed the suitcase on the coffee table in front of the sofa and opened the lid. Inside was a stack of banknotes tied with rubber bands.

Each stack is about US$1,000, not a penny more or a penny less.

Victor's fingers crossed these green banknotes, took out a bunch of them, and put it in Domingo's hand, "Good boy, you are one of the few smart children in this slum who can understand the importance of knowledge. Go back

The latter priest said that it was your godfather Victor who said so, and he supports you to continue studying."

"...Godfather, thank you," Domingo did not take the stack of banknotes immediately. Instead, he held Victor's hand with both hands and touched the back of his hand with his forehead. Then he said with infinite gratitude.

Said respectfully to Victor.

"Well," Victor didn't find anything strange about his attitude. Now, he already has the ability to change the fate of some people with a simple word.

I just don’t know if his current strength is enough to control his own destiny? Victor thought to himself.

These twenty-something teenage children were not too many to say much, and not too little to say too little, but when Victor waved them forward, he was still basically able to call out the names of these children.

Excellent memory is also the most basic quality of a politician.

While putting the money in their hands, he could also say a few words of greetings to them, so that these half-year-olds could fully feel the warmth from his godfather, and he still had a very good understanding of their lives.

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In fact, no matter how clever this method of winning people's hearts is, sometimes the power of words is very weak, but sometimes it appears to be extremely powerful.

These children are at a critical moment in establishing their own outlook on life and values. The attention from Victor, a "legendary figure" praised by everyone in the Fandino slum, has brought them far more than what they are holding in their hands.

A small amount of $1,000 made this group of orphans who had been homeless since childhood feel even more significant.

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Boxes of banknotes were handed out in stacks. Although each person only had $1,000, there were quite a few children in this room, thirty or forty.

Ten people are worth ten thousand dollars, thirty or forty people are worth forty or fifty thousand dollars, and it’s not just one payment every year.

According to the Catholic Church's calendar of feasts, such as Pentecost, Assumption Day, Christmas, etc., Victor would summon his godsons to have dinner together on every holiday. Over the years, this would not be considered a small sum of money.

However, Victor said that if you can win the hearts and minds of these children by spending a little money, the cost is completely worth it. Investing in a person's future is the cheapest and most expensive.

Moreover, the Gref family now completely controls the black channel connecting Buenaventura, Colombia, and San Diego, USA.

Even if Victor does nothing and just relies on the benefits brought by controlling the passage, it will be enough for him to easily support hundreds more godsons.

Moreover, he does not pursue luxury, nor does he like gambling or other means of selling money. Recently, he made a large fortune.

Piru has sent news back from Colombia. Relying on the captured Medellin Group's finance minister Agata Callisto, Escobar's secret cash hiding place was revealed. He has successfully led people to find more than 100,000 people.

Three burial sites.

According to preliminary cash estimates, if Agata's account is true, Escobar has secretly hidden more than $1.2 billion in cash in more than 20 hidden locations.

However, Piru reported that due to imperfect burial methods, some coins were severely corroded and there may be some losses, but most of them were wrapped in plastic film and tied neatly, and the U.S. dollars placed in the big iron can were preserved.

It was very beautiful, and even when Piru led people to unseal it, it still exuded the unique aroma of ink.

At the height of the Medellin drug cartel, Escobar controlled 80% of the world's cocaine trade.

Counting from the day he was imprisoned in the "Cathedral Prison", during the years he ruled the Medellin drug trafficking organization, it is estimated that he made a total of about 42 billion U.S. dollars in wealth.

Victor estimated that at that time, the Medellin Group exported about 15 tons of cocaine every day, which was equivalent to the weight of two adult African elephants. Large amounts of US dollar cash flowed in, and Escobar purchased every month to tie up the money.

The rubber bands all cost $2,500.

And his approach also led the "fashion" in the drug trafficking industry in the future. In the future, drug trafficking groups of all sizes will basically follow Escobar's approach and use rubber bands to tie up a large amount of funds obtained through illegal activities.

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While most ordinary people worry about making money, drug lords worry about how to save money.

In order to evade the crackdown by the Colombian government, the money was used to purchase a large number of assets that were easier to trade and sell, such as land, apartments, villas, luxury cars, art, businesses, etc.

A considerable part of it is used to win people's hearts and bribe officials, and then some of the funds are transferred to secret accounts in some banks such as Switzerland and the Cayman Islands through layers of money laundering. These places can be called paradises for wealthy people to transfer assets and evade taxes.

But the drug lords of the Medellin Group found that no matter how hard they squandered, the money they spent did not make as much money, so they disposed of the remaining money in the simplest and crudest way: packing bags,

Buried in secret.