Reborn American Giants

"Moral? Haha, Your Excellency, President," among the messy ruins, Chairman Embrioni seemed to have heard some big joke, and he couldn't stand upright with joy.

After a long time, he coughed, wiped away a tear that appeared in the corner of his eye, and said loudly: "...Morality is just the idle monologue of those boring people.

It is the angry revenge slogan of those poor people who did not succeed.

It is the punishment for those who have repeatedly failed.

Or the excuses made by cowards who never had the courage to try.

It’s just something that people like you and I don’t talk about as a glorious reason for God.”

Now it was Embrioni's turn to irritate José, and the two fell into a long silence.

"...Mr. Chairman, may I congratulate you? You have successfully made me see through you as a person."

"I don't want to leave you with any questions."

"You didn't..."

"Then we have reached an agreement? Don't say anything?"

Still silent for a long time.

When Jose finally spoke, his voice became so soft that Embrioni had to prick up his ears and tune out the interfering sounds nearby to be able to distinguish what he said.

"... Please be at ease, I will cherish words like gold, just like you, every word is like a sword, piercing people's hearts." After a pause, Mr. President said: "It's the same as what you said today,

I will never forget."

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A cry of surprise broke the confrontation between the two, and people hurriedly ran over from the pile of rubble on the other side.

The dangerous wooden platform trembled in the wind and rain for a long time, and finally collapsed with a dying shudder. The bed made a slow and elegant death roll in the air, crashed to the ground, and became another pile of waste wood in the pile of ruins.

A pillow flew out during the tumbling and was soaked in the wind. It was stuck on a sharp piece of glass pointing upward. In the morning, it was still a simple but warm little bed for a child, with a small hanging on the bed rail.

The plastic rattle was still rattling in the wind.

Embrioni never said a word to President Jose again, and walked back with difficulty, stepping on the mud, one step deeper and one shallower.

On the way back to the Independence Palace, Political Secretary Mendieta sat in the back seat with the president.

Jose was very quiet along the way, with his eyes closed tightly, immersed in his own emotions, deep in thought and unable to recover.

Mendieta didn't know what happened. He thought that the scene he just saw must have made the president uncomfortable and terrible. He could not have imagined that the president and the party chairman were about to come to an end in just a few minutes.

The point of rupture.

When José finally spoke, his voice was very soft, almost whispering to Mendieta, as if they were worshiping at the Central Cathedral or visiting a prison cell for some death row prisoner.

"Don't say a word, Mendieta. I was ordered to shut up or face the consequences," his eyes remained closed.

A storm arose in Mendieta's heart. Someone actually dared to order the president? This made him unbelievable. After a long time, he stammered and said in a dry tone: "You won't accept any interviews?"

"Unless you want to declare war on other countries," the president said with a wry smile.

How did the situation develop to this point without realizing it?

Neither of them spoke, as if they were thinking about the meaning of this sentence. Jose still closed his eyes, and after a moment of silence, Mendieta felt that he might, maybe, might be able to speak.

"Maybe it's not appropriate to say this now... But Mr. President, there is never a really appropriate time. However, I think it might be better for me to take a few days off. If you don't have so many public activities these days, I

I can quietly inquire about it for you to see what other people’s attitudes are.”

The president's head was still leaning on the backrest, his eyes were closed, and his tone was flat and emotionless: "I have to thank you, Mendieta. I may be too used to your presence, so I usually ignore your presence.

I feel that you should be by my side as a matter of course, I am too focused on other issues," he sighed, "Although I am worried about many things, I should still devote some energy to paying attention to the trends within the party.

But it’s not too late now. Those people in the dark probably don’t have the guts to challenge the authority of the Independence Palace head-on. I want you to keep your eyes open these days and explore other people’s voices. I want to know, now

How many people can I trust?"

"Please rest assured, Your Excellency, I will fulfill my mission."

"Well," Jose rubbed his eyebrows and nodded, "...I believe you can complete this task, but before that, I want you to arrange another small outing."

"Where to go?"

"Three days, Mendieta, just three days, not going very far. I'm thinking about the slums and shantytowns around San Salvador, like Baran, Necocoli, Calamar and Olito.

Take a walk around the area.

For example, on the first day, we had dinner at a soup kitchen in the Balan shantytown, and on the second day we went to the local Catholic district for breakfast, and then drank tea with a family that relied on government welfare and had a fire with them.

, meet those refugees living on the streets again. Do you understand?"

"You can't do this! It's too unsafe!"

He leaned on the back seat and did not move, his eyes did not open, and his tone was still cold, "I can, and I hope there will be cameras following me wherever I go. Maybe I should eat the same meals as those who live on church relief for three whole days.

, and asked the attachés who went with me to do the same thing.”

"I understand, you have to maintain your exposure. News like this will be more sensational than any speech!"

"I can't say a word," he laughed, as if only through humor could he release the various emotions that were intertwined in his heart. These emotions were so strong and the struggle was so intense that he even became a little afraid of himself.

"You don't have to do this. As long as you appear in those places, those photos will become headlines every day." Mendieta persuaded.

"No, it would be great if every cabinet member could be given such a report," the president's tone became increasingly crazier and more whimsical.

"You don't know what you are doing, do you? This is an open declaration of war against the party headquarters. Chairman Embrioni will definitely take revenge..."

When someone mentioned the name of the party chairman, the president seemed to be electrified. He raised his head and opened his eyes, blood red. His anger was burning, and his jaw tightened, as if electricity had just passed through.

Magma-like heat surged in his heart, "Let's strike first! That old guy Embrioni can't stop me. He can object to my speech, bully me, and threaten me, but this is my country, and I

He is the president, and I can go wherever and whenever I want."

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