Reborn American Giants

Victor actually doesn't care too much about the ups and downs that are happening in San Salvador today. In his opinion, what he has to do now is to work hard to develop himself and then wait.

What are you waiting for? Waiting for Amfilo and those people with ulterior motives to come to your door.

Just like waiting for the rabbit, sometimes this word is not a derogatory term. The key is whether you are looking for the right "strain".

And Amfilo obviously didn't let him wait too long. When Victor was busy directing the Green Bay Bank, he exchanged all the colones in his hands into stronger currencies such as US dollars and pounds, and once again in St.

When a new wave of "enclosure" movements began in various prosperous areas of El Salvador, a phone call from the secretary of the Vice President's Office forced him to put down what he was doing and rush to Amfilo's office in Fica.

A manor on the outskirts of the forest.

The road from the gate to the main building of the manor is very long. The road is filled with coarse gravel. When the wheels of the car run over it, it makes a strange creaking sound.

Victor's car was a polished Mercedes-Benz, which looked very out of place compared to the several American-made GM Land Rovers and Buicks parked in front of the manor. Victor knew at a glance that he would be just as out of place with those cars today.

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But he doesn't care and has long been used to it.

In fact, Amfilo did not legally own the manor, but it belonged to a real estate businessman named Ascarat Bagos. This was something Victor only learned later.

At a glance, outside the walls of the manor is the lush Fekarin Forest. The scenery is breathtaking. There are also some informal murals on the outer walls of the building, which are in the colonial architectural style, but there is also a small church on the side, which should be

Victor looked around at the place where Catholics in the manor used to hold mass, but he couldn't find anything remotely 20th-century style.

The ancestor of Bagos was once one of the 169 soldiers who followed Pizarro. They came across the ocean from distant Spain, did a lot of murderous work, their hands were stained with blood, and they also accumulated a lot of wealth.

It was a glorious history.

However, as time goes by, the current generation of the Bagos family has experienced the baptism of time, troubles of bad luck, and the profligate spending of the younger generations, and they have long been very poor.

The Bagos family always recalled the glory of their ancestors with awe, and then gradually handed over the family properties to others. The outbreak of the Salvadoran War of Independence also completely cut off their contact with the Spanish mainland. Many famous paintings collected in the family have been

Everything was sold, and the best furniture and silverware became popular items at auctions. The originally large group of domestic servants was also reduced to very little.

The family has been relying on the old capital, sitting on nothing, and life is getting worse and worse.

There was an Askarat Bagos in this generation. He somehow managed to get close to Amfilo, a big figure in the Christian Democratic Party. As he rose step by step, the Bagos family's family fortune also increased.

Gradually things started to improve, and when Victor was presiding over the "Housing Reform Bill", he even collaborated with this real estate businessman.

"Sir," the servant who led the way bowed respectfully, and then motioned to Victor to wait while he went to inform the master.

Victor nodded. When he entered the hall of the main building of the manor, he saw several hunting dogs wrestling with each other. On the ground were some dirty, muddy boots, various jackets and outdoor items.

The equipment, everything, was wet and dirty. It looked like the owners of the manor must have been engaged in a cheerful hunting game.

Looking around in this old house, you will have a sad feeling. Various pipes are in disrepair, the edges of furniture and equipment are damaged, corners are dark and damp, and one wing is basically completely closed.

However, this is still an old house with distinctive characteristics, with a sense of historical vicissitudes, and the dinner hall next to the hall is simply majestic.

The dining table, which is four to five meters long and inlaid with oak panels, is topped by two beautiful chandeliers. The light is cast deeply onto the carefully waxed dining table.

This table is made of top-grade wood. It should have been handmade by many slaves in the slave era. The silver tableware placed on the table also looks very old. Victor walked over and picked up a handful.

There are exquisite monograms on the fork and handle, and there is actually a clear crystal inlaid on the top, which is simply superfluous.

"Ha, Victor, how about it, do you like this set of tableware?"

A voice came from behind. Victor put down the fork he was holding and turned around with a habitual smile on his face, "Vice President..."

"No, you should still call me chairman as before," Amfilo waved his hand to interrupt Victor, "Why did you come here so quickly? I thought you would arrive two hours later. Tonight

You are in luck, it is a deer I hunted with my own hands. I also invited some other people to come here for dinner, you can take the opportunity to get to know each other."

"Haha, that's really great."

"Sit down, what do you want to drink? Tea, coffee, wine. That's fine. This old guy like me is not as good as you young people. I can drink and have fun as much as I want." Amfilo led Victor through the banquet hall and walked in

He entered a study room next to it, which looked like a library, with high ceilings, a wide hall, and rows of bookshelves filled with precious leather-bound tomes.

Victor seemed to see some traces of removed paintings on the wall, which must have been auctioned off by the previous owner.

There weren't many left, and they were hung sparsely. The furniture looked as old as everything outside.

There were two large sofas, one of which was very close to a fireplace and covered with a car blanket. Amfilo pointed to the sofa and motioned for Victor to sit down.

"Have a cup of coffee," Victor walked to the sofa unhurriedly, turned to look at a young man standing at the door of the study and said, "Put a little sugar in it."

Amfilo nodded, and then winked at the secretary standing at the door. The young secretary understood, turned around and walked out.

"Victor," after the secretary disappeared from the door, Amfilo rubbed the corners of his wrinkled eyes with both hands and sighed, "This is the first time we have met since being elected. I have always been concerned about your situation.

Everyone is paying attention, how about it? I heard that the police department has been carrying out an anti-gang operation for more than half a month. The recent security situation in San Salvador has been cleared up. I think it will have a great impact on your business.

A lot of it.”

Victor's heart trembled. It sounded as if Amfilo's words were implying something. Originally, a massive anti-gang operation would not have attracted the attention of Amfilo, a high-ranking vice president. His energy should have

Put it in a more important place.

But who allowed this operation to involve not only the police in the capital region, but also the military and the Ministry of Internal Affairs.

Forget about the police station, almost everyone knows what the nature of the San Salvador Police Department is. However, as soon as Victor gave the order, the 4th Armored Regiment obediently dispatched manpower. In addition, the political police of the Ministry of Internal Affairs

He also serves as the "eyes and ears" for gathering intelligence, which has to attract the attention of Amfilo, who is currently preparing a "big plan".