Reborn American Giants

Chapter 70 This is the Politician

This discovery made Bossano, who had always been fearless, suddenly feel a little embarrassed, so in order to conceal his state of mind, he stretched out his hand to congratulate Amfilo.

And Amfilo looked at the hand that had not reached half of the huge desk surface. He had to put down the pen in his hand, pushed the big chair back, stood up, and stretched out his hand, only to find that the table was still too big.

It's so wide that the two of them can't hold hands at all and can only touch their fingertips.

"Well done, Mr. Amfilo," Bossano sat down again, "After winning the election, we haven't met yet, and I didn't even have time to express my congratulations to you in person.

But it means a lot to me that you invited me to the Independence Palace so soon.

Especially since you were so thoughtful and decent, I thought I had to take the back door and sneak in through the garbage dump. So many reporters outside noticed my arrival at the Independence Palace, which gave the public confidence in the company under my name.

It has become more abundant, and I am very happy.”

Amfilo spread his hands. Usually when he didn't know what to say, he would do this to relieve the embarrassment. Essien Capone interrupted at the right time.

"Mr. Vice President." He said, deliberately speaking these four words very strongly, and deliberately wanting to condemn the newspaper publisher for not treating himself as an outsider. But Bossano did not notice this detail at all, and was still satisfied.

Sitting with a smile on his face, he said, "Sorry to interrupt your conversation, the justice will be here in five minutes."

"Forgive me, Mr. Bossano, it wasn't until I sat in this position that I discovered that government affairs make people completely slaves to time, being directed around by the schedule. If you don't mind, let's get down to business!"

"I like to go straight," Bossano moved forward expectantly, and it was finally time for him to collect his "payment."

"You are firmly in the United Press Group, and you have also made a bid to acquire Pregreso Media. Now the government needs to decide whether such an acquisition is in the public interest." Amfilo looked at his notepad, as if the actor was reading

The lines are like a judge pronouncing a sentence.

Bossano didn't like that he suddenly became so serious. He was completely different from the way he was when he talked about this matter before. A trace of gloom came to his mind.

Amfilo spread his hands again, hesitating to speak. Finally, he clenched his fists and blurted out: "Sorry, after the government's study and discussion, you cannot acquire Pregreso Media."

The surrounding air froze, and the three people turned into sculptures. This sentence hovered over the room for a long time, as if a vulture was looking for prey, and finally swooped down to break the deadlock.

"What do you mean...? Why can't I acquire it?" Finally, Bossano could no longer maintain his usual elegance. The way he scolded his mother revealed his bottom-class nature, and all pretense was gone.

Teared apart.

"The government believes this is not in the national interest."

"It's all bullshit. We agreed, and you promised that as long as I support you during the election, you will agree to my acquisition..."

"During the entire campaign, both the President and the Vice President were very cautious and never made any promises to anyone. If you don't believe me, let's check the records." Essien Capone rushed to defend Amfilo, but Bosa

Nuo completely ignored him and just stared at Amfilo.

"We have agreed, you know it in your heart, and I know it too."

"As I said just now, Bossano, since I took this position, I have often done things I can't help but do. I simply can't resist the opposition to this acquisition. You already account for the share of the national print media.

It’s more than 30%. If Pregreso is collected, it will be nearly 40%.”

"My 30% will fully support you all the way, and my 40% will too. This is the condition we negotiated."

"And the remaining 60% will never forgive the government and will always be resentful. You see, Bossano, these numbers are clear at a glance. They are not in line with the national interest at all, nor are they in line with the image of democracy and freedom of our new government.

We promote competition and serve consumers rather than big companies. You have to cooperate."

"What the hell are these words?! We agreed!" Bossano slammed his huge fist on the bare table.

"This is impossible," Amfilo responded to Bossano's anger expressionlessly, "You have to understand that this is the first democratically elected government under our Christian Democratic Party. It is impossible for our new officials to take office.

Let you reshuffle the media industry in El Salvador.

That’s not how business is done, and that’s not how politics is done.

Frankly speaking, if you had your way, other newspapers would definitely give the government a particularly ugly front page. And they did."

Amfilo threw a copy of the "San Salvador" weekly newspaper from the large desk in front of Bossano. On the spread page was a dazzling headline "Acquisition? Is it a joint expansion or a government creating a monopoly!!"

"But after washing my head, the front page will look better, right?" Bossano blushed, stretched his neck like an angry red bull, and the cheeks on his face trembled, "That's why you guys

Let me in through the front door, you bastards.

They all saw me come in with a happy face, and then they saw me go out with a disgraced look on my face. I was really beaten to death by you."

"The fat-headed capitalists were sacrificed as sacrificial lambs, sacrificed for the public interest! Haha, what a job he did," Bossano sneered twice, then stared at Amfilo fiercely and said, "That's how you guys play.

My, very well, Asdias Amfilo, I warn you, from now on I will go against your government everywhere, at all costs."

"This leaves only 70% of newspapers and other television and radio programs that will praise a public-spirited government." Essien Capone interjected in an arrogant tone, looking at his fingernails casually, "Nothing.

He was afraid, killed his relatives for the sake of national interests, and resolutely rejected his closest friends. It’s great to have these on the front page.”

Bolsano was attacked from both sides and had no way out. His flushed face was slightly purple, and his whole body was shaking with frustration.

He could no longer think of any words to bargain or argue with, and he had no capital to make any more exchanges or threats.

With nothing left, he was still struggling, his clenched fists hitting the table like hail, "You damn bastard..."

The door was suddenly knocked open by a young staff member. He was frightened by the atmosphere in the room. Bossano blushed and knocked on the Vice President's desk, while Vice President Amfilo and Advisor Essien hugged each other.

Watching all this with arms folded.

"……What's up?"

"Uh... Your Excellency the Vice President, Justice Perez has arrived."

"Take the chief judge to the small conference room next door. I'll be right away." The young man left in a panic. Seeing that he looked frightened, Amfilo turned his head and stood on the desk with his hands.

On the table, Bossano leaned forward and said: "Bosano, calm down and think about it. Forget about this acquisition, there will be other opportunities. You will also encounter other big and profitable businesses.

I will help you when the time comes. Having a friend in the Independence Palace can still be of some use."

"That's what I thought when I supported you. It's all my fault." Bossano finally controlled his emotions, put down his hands, and stared at Urquhart with cold eyes, only his trembling jaw

You can also see the turmoil in his heart.

"Sorry, you see Vice President Amfilo has other matters to deal with," Essien spread his hands toward Bossano, but his tone was very light and without sincerity.

"It doesn't matter." Bossano's eyes were still fixed on her, Amfilo.

"I can't stay any longer. I just remembered that I have to go to a funeral."

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