Reborn American Giants

Advisers to party president Hernández Embrioni had been arguing all day, and the political elite at party headquarters had initially planned to hold a press conference as soon as possible.

Everything is perfect, the procedural standards are rigorous, and one's position and attitude are expressed as clearly as possible, ensuring that every reporter's questions are answered and answered in full.

But the party chairman has his own concerns. If the purpose of this operation is to show the party's attitude towards the president's secret travel, then shouldn't the style be closer?

He has not yet received news that the presidential motorcade on Omat Street was besieged by protesters.

The party chairman is still wondering whether a formal press conference would be too grand and deliberate?

It seems a bit like using the emperor to control the princes in order to achieve the political goals of the party.

This concern gradually turned into a strong uneasiness. Even though he was dissatisfied with Jose, Embrioni still considered the current situation of the party and it really could not withstand too much storm.

So the plan changed. He first instructed his men to let out a little news: tomorrow morning, just after breakfast, the party chairman will say goodbye to his wife on the steps of his home. This is an ordinary and touching picture of married life, and the president violates the party.

The informal outing required created a contrast. Some media reporters and photographers happened to be passing by at this time...so Embrioni could express his views by the way.

Since the president is eager to challenge the authority of the party headquarters, he will let him know whether a leader who has lost the support of the party can hold on to the throne under his butt.

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Today is Monday, a new working day. Tanko didn't have breakfast early in the morning, so he hurriedly got into his classic BMW car, filled up the tank with gas, and drove towards the Central Cathedral in the city center.

There was a heavy traffic jam on the road. He struggled through Cordis Street, then turned onto Haydn Street. After driving for a few kilometers, he turned around at Revolution Square and finally stopped at Church Street.

There were several cars parked on the side of the road. He parked the car on the side of the road, ate a mint, and then started to look around.

He came here today as agreed by the same "insider".

This insider is a staff member of the central bank, and he is responsible for the specific deposit and loan business. Since Tanko holds Francisco Trading Company in his hands, he colludes with the top management of the central bank to misappropriate the charity funds deposited by the Catholic Church in the central bank.

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Unfortunately, the newspaper's editor-in-chief Drew rejected Tanko's idea of ​​reporting the news. His reason was that "News Photo", as a responsible major newspaper, would not push such reports with unknown origins and unverifiable reports.

into the eyes of readers.

However this is not the real reason.

The moment Drew received the news from Tanko, he immediately realized that this was a huge conspiracy.

In connection with the recent denunciation of President Jose in the media, a "mysterious man" suddenly put the news that a president's son used his own power to collude with a group of corrupt elements in the central bank and misappropriated church charity funds in his newspaper.

Reporter's door.

This made Drew feel that this matter was very hot. Unlike the impulsive Tanko, Drew, who had come from the era of military dictatorship, understood that there was no room for little people like them to interfere in this kind of thing.

These things could be fatal if not handled properly. He never thought too clearly about those politicians.

The best way to deal with it is to pretend that you have never received any documents and forget about it.

But Tanko obviously ignored his difficulties and naively believed that he could single-handedly get to the bottom of the news and expose the faces of the corrupt elements to everyone.

So he followed the instructions and tried to obtain enough evidence to convince Drew to agree to his report.

Until today, the "insider" who he contacted several times but had avoided him finally agreed to his invitation to meet and was willing to provide him with more specific evidence.

He put his hands on the steering wheel and looked around. There were only a few people walking in the huge square in front of the Central Cathedral. A priest in a priest's robe was carrying a basin of grain and moving towards a group of pigeons snatching food.

Keep throwing...

The sun was blocked by the soaring tower top of the lecture hall, with only a corner exposed, making the sunlight hit the priest behind like a sword...

Everything looked very good. Tanko sighed and stretched lazily. He was busy all night last night and didn't close his eyes until five o'clock in the morning. The lack of sleep made him feel dizzy.

Yes, now when it gets quiet, my eyelids are fighting.

However, there was a soft "click" sound and the car door was suddenly opened. This shocked Tanko and he quickly turned his head. Due to the speed, his neck made a strange sound of knuckles rubbing together.

But he didn't care about the problem with his neck. Instead, he enthusiastically greeted the middle-aged man who suddenly opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat: "Mr. Guzman, you are here."

"Yes, I'm coming."

"Ah, I've always wanted to talk to you face to face, but I've never had the chance to meet you. But now, we finally meet."

"Ah, Mr. Tanko, I didn't mean to hide from you," Guzman lied. "I have been very busy. I believe you also know that there are too many things happening in the central bank during this time."

Tanko nodded and did not expose Guzman's lies. If the Independence Palace had not carried out large-scale reforms of the central bank in response to the intensifying financial crisis and abolished the central bank's countermeasures committee, causing panic, this Guzman

It's unfortunate that he is on the list, otherwise I would definitely continue to avoid him.

"Then, I think you must have thought it through now."

"Yes," Guzman nodded solemnly and said righteously: "I don't know how I can help you, but in any case, the loan situation of the central bank's customers must not be disclosed to the outside world. This is my first step when entering the central bank.

God, that’s the first rule I was told.”

"Guzman, many things are teetering on the verge of crisis now. This is not just about your bank's internal politics and party politics, but something more important.

This is not only about the president of this country, but also about the 5.3 million citizens. It is also about how history judges us and Jose Napoleon Duarte.

Whether to prove his innocence or label him a "liar", this is what we are doing now."

Guzman remained vigilantly silent for a while, and then spoke: "If I want to help you, what do you want me to do?"

"It's very simple. Your job is to personally allocate the loan applications that have been approved above to those customers."

"Of course."

"So, can you check the specific financial flows of Francisco Trading Company, focusing on their source of funds?"

"Do you have any suspicion?"

"Well, there is a rumor that the real owner of Francisco Trading Company colluded with the staff within the Central Bank and misappropriated the church's charitable funds of up to 50 million US dollars deposited within the Central Bank..."

As Tanko spoke, he paid attention to Guzman's face. When he saw that his face did not change at all after hearing this "big" news, he couldn't help but feel moved.

"Do you know about this? Or to put it another way, are you even a direct insider?" He cried out in shock and anger.

"Yes, I know all this," Guzman said after a pause, "but I was not involved in this matter, and the discovery was only due to an unexpected situation.

Listen, I can help you get enough evidence. Anyway, I have to leave this damn country. There is nothing left here that I can miss.

But these damn guys have made a mess of this country... I want to do something before I leave."

"That's great, Mr. Guzman," Tanko said, staring seriously at the burly bank manager, who was wearing a suit and had a military beard on his lips: "We are on our way. But you can't tell anyone.

You can't say a word about this, it's very important.

I want to catch all the people who did this. If they know that we are pursuing this matter, they will definitely take further action and destroy the bodies and eliminate traces.

Please help me, help those people who know nothing, this matter must be kept secret until we find enough evidence, okay?"

Guzmán met his eyes.

"Even if I say it, who would believe me?" He said blankly.