Rise of the Argentine Empire

After discussing and agreeing on the meeting location with everyone, he casually mentioned that he had something to take care of and would meet them at the classroom later.

José went to the physics department to find Elena and would join his classmates later.

Walking alone on the road, he greeted acquaintances with a sincere smile, though his facial expression was slightly stiff. He wasn't sure if this was a good thing or not, as he was still a little uncomfortable with it.

It had just rained lightly in the morning. Spring had arrived, and it was the season of revival and animal reproduction in Argentina. José couldn't help but feel the rapid passage of time.

Spring rain is as precious as oil. The jacaranda trees along the road were covered with raindrops, and tender new leaves sprouted from the grass. Some banyan trees also grew new buds.

This year is expected to be a bountiful year, with more rainfall than last October. He just didn't know if there would be an opportunity to experiment on the farm this year.

He found Elena in the laboratory. She hadn't been so busy lately. José guessed that the fraudster who made up the fake hydrogen bomb probably couldn't keep up the pretense anymore.

He vaguely remembered that Perón had eventually been helpless against this guy, letting him leave Argentina for the United States. If it were up to José, he would sentence this kind of scammer to 200 years in prison, or send him to Africa to mine coal, which would also be good.

"I wonder if the jacaranda flowering season will be earlier this year. The frequency of rainfall has also increased a lot this year."

The two walked hand in hand on the path, Elena childishly stepping in the puddles.

"To be honest, I haven't seen the jacarandas in bloom in Buenos Aires. I've only heard that they are beautiful."

"Legend has it that if a couple embraces and kisses under the blooming jacaranda trees on Figueroa Alcorta Avenue, they will definitely never be separated."

Elena added with some longing.

For the people of Buenos Aires today, the faint fragrance of jacarandas and the bluish-purple rain of petals that linger throughout the city in early spring have become a beautiful memory of spring.

"Córdoba, on the other hand, rarely plants this tree. I don't know why. There are a few orange and lemon trees outside the apartment. I'll secretly pick one. I like oranges, but the taste is too bad."

More than 50 years ago, Argentinians were still synonymous with wealth, like the oil-rich Middle Eastern countries of later generations, "You're as rich as an Argentinian."

The generous Argentinians hired French urban planning architect Charles Thays to bring jacaranda trees from the deep mountains of western Argentina to Buenos Aires, creating the most European-style South American city. Even today, Buenos Aires's reputation is still very high, except that Argentinians are not as rich as they used to be.

José also noticed that the avenue she just mentioned seemed to be called Figueroa Avenue.

"Elena, that avenue is named after the former president, right?"

José asked curiously.

"Yes, it's named after President José's grandfather. It seems a bit like your name. His full name is José Figueroa Alcorta. He seems to have lived to be 72 years old."

Elena was somewhat familiar with this former president.

"How do you know so much? Normally, no one would be so bored as to remember a president who died more than twenty years ago."

"Grandpa José passed away when I was 3 years old. He held me when I was little. The Alcorta family has some friendship with my family. My great-grandfather used to be a liaison officer and chief of the presidential office under him."

"He served as president of Argentina twice, and also served as a judge of the Supreme Court, and also served as a senator. He was very powerful, having worked in the legislature, the executive committee, and the judiciary. He was really a very powerful person, but of course I have no memory of it, I was too young at that time."

"By the way, Cohen, aren't you in the law department? You should know more than me."

"Is that so? I don't pay much attention to these biographies. I only know the great General San Martín, and I don't know much about others.

Most of the time, I only look at specific legal provisions and compare various foreign laws. Moreover, there are no powerful presidents in Argentina. Well, I mean, after San Martín, Argentina has no strongmen anymore.

Although this José seems to be quite powerful."

The name José sounded familiar. He had almost forgotten it himself. José didn't know anything about Elena's family either, except for her cousin who he had met once. After all, the two were just a simple couple.

Not knowing this President José was the truth. Although he was just a keyboard warrior in his previous life, it seems that Argentina has never produced any awesome people in its history. Maybe the population base is too small. It may take a century or two to produce a strong person, let alone someone like Kemal Atatürk of Turkey or Park Chung-hee of South Korea.

"I don't know much about your family either. With this relationship in your family, why didn't you study law instead of a difficult major like physics?" José said with some doubt.

"Being a lawyer is not good at all. My father is a lawyer, and he's busy all day long.

Cohen, you won't be a lawyer in the future, will you? The kind who defends the poor."

Elena seemed to avoid the question.

"Probably not. I'm not very interested in court litigation. It seems a bit like a show. Actually, I'm more interested in things like legislation."

José said directly. "Be a lawyer? No way! I'll never be a lawyer in this life. If I have the opportunity, I might as well get a seat as a congressman, too."

After all, that Congressman Champs seemed to have hooked up with the mayor's daughter. If he hooks up with a high-ranking official's daughter, he shouldn't be worse than him, right?" José thought, not blushing or skipping a beat.

The two chatted about some other things and arrived at the classroom door a few minutes later.

"Hello everyone, this is Elena, my girlfriend ~"

"Cohen, you actually have a girlfriend? Miss Elena, haven't you been fooled by this guy?" Bailey couldn't help but say.

"No, I've known Cohen for a long time. It'll be a year in 11 days."

Elena held José's arm and said sweetly.

There seemed to be the sound of many girls' hearts breaking in the classroom, while the boys were very interested in Elena.

"God, please give me a lovely girlfriend too."

"Everyone, let's get ready to go, Masurilla barbecue restaurant."

The group left the classroom and walked onto the overpass in front of the law department. This was a small observation deck with a view of some of the University of Buenos Aires' buildings.

They planned to walk to the barbecue restaurant from the school. It wasn't very far, about a twenty-minute walk. It was also difficult to get a taxi with so many people.

"Cohen, you seem to be a Gaucho?" Teacher Scarlett next to him suddenly asked.

"I come from a border area of Córdoba Province. My family used to be from a farm. I worked as a warrant officer in the Córdoba City Guard, and then did some small business before entering the University of Buenos Aires after taking the exam."

This is what José told others. A self-made Gaucho can always attract a lot of attention, and many buildings in New Buenos Aires were built by Gauchos. The Gauchos have a slightly higher status than Córdoba.

"I see. It seems that there are very few Gauchos as handsome as you. They are very good at building houses and don't cause trouble very much," Scarlett said with praise.

"Speaking of which, Buenos Aires was built with the most effort from the Gauchos. Later, they stayed here and became construction workers and the like. There seems to be a Gaucho settlement in the city."

"Is that so? I don't know much about Buenos Aires. I'll have to take a look when I have time."

……

Masurilla barbecue restaurant,

They booked a large room.

José drank the foamy Videma beer, which instantly cooled him down a lot.

This was produced by José's own Videma Brewery, and the price was moderate. It was very popular in Buenos Aires, and he certainly had to support it.

A plump waitress carried a large iron plate of steaming barbecue, as well as some dishes, towards the table, and enthusiastically wiped the table. José instantly understood,

He took out a tip and stuffed it into the girl's hand, and she left contentedly.

"To be honest, this tipping culture is a bad habit created by the silly British and picked up and carried forward by the Americans."

"Imposing the salaries of waiters on customers is truly a garbage culture."

San Jose couldn't help but complain. He wasn't used to it at first, and he's still not used to it now.

"Cohen, you're absolutely right. In fact, the tipping culture comes from slave society. Slaves are the property of their masters,

and their masters don't need to pay any fees for them. When masters enjoy a good life and the hard work of slaves, slaves may get some leftovers from the slave owners. This is the beginning of tipping."

"Later, there were land nobles, which became exploitation of farmers. These American capitalists are truly the vampires of the world now. It's a pity that God doesn't take them, and hell is empty now. The devils are all on earth."

"Bailey, you're amazing. You even know this kind of thing."

"I hate the tipping culture. In the United States, where tipping is most popular, those boss vampires only pay very little wages to those who come to work.

It is legal to be below the statutory minimum wage. Their service personnel get most of their income through tips. If the service providers themselves have enough wages, tips are not necessary at all."

San Jose didn't understand this kind of messy thing very well, after all, he hadn't been to the United States, but to be honest, he really hated the tipping culture.

This is a way to transfer risk. Normally, the restaurant owners in Argentina are the richest group, paying the waiters the lowest wages. Argentina doesn't learn the good systems, but these waste garbage cultures are well promoted.

"The British are still trying to maintain their colonial empire, and they deserve to be targeted by the Americans and the Soviets. I heard that after India and Myanmar became independent, Malaya is also going to be independent, as well as South Africa and Egypt. It's really satisfying."

"The British collude with many domestic traitors to make our country a mess."

A group of men were all from the law department. When it comes to complaining, they are all eloquent. Several are members of the debate team. The sprayers are very combative. It would be good if most of them could listen to one-third of what was said. San Jose also followed their train of thought to complain.

These classmates are rarely descendants of farm owners, but descendants of new immigrant middle class. They are often very dissatisfied with the national system, while the medical department is one of the strongholds of farm owner descendants.

"By the way, let me ask you something. Does our Buda have an agronomy major?"

"Yes, it seems to be on the biology department side. It doesn't exist as a separate department. My ex-girlfriend was an agronomy major. Why, do you want to farm on your side?"

"That's not the case. Isn't my family preparing to establish an agricultural company? I plan to recruit a few people."

"Cohen, you, you are really not particular. We thought you came from a poor family, but it turns out you are a rich man."

"What you said is right. This is because the business is developing too fast. Originally, my family was quite poor, but when the opportunity came, I couldn't stop it, so I got rich. This is called if there is a vent, even a cow can take off."

"A big capitalist like you should be sent to prison or to mine, hahaha."

"My goal is to become a person who walks outside the law. Please, Mr. Judge, allow me to make a 5,000-word sophistry."

"Cohen, you are not honest now. You were not like this before. You were the first in the entire department last semester. Professor Pukins often praised you, but you were also the most diligent in skipping class at the end of the semester."

"That's right, Professor Pukins is my favorite teacher, without one."

"What about Teacher Scarlett, hehe, she values you very much."

"Shh, keep your voice down, my girlfriend is over there. You have so many ex-girlfriends, but I only have this one."

"Also, when you first arrive in a new environment, you must be low-key, otherwise it will be bad if you are beaten to death."

San Jose said seriously. If he wasn't beaten to death, he would beat those who weren't low-key to death. So is the Brotherhood, and so is the Soul of the Wheel.

"That makes sense, then you have to drink a few more bottles today, otherwise you will be sorry for us. Professor Pukins complains every day, saying what do you think of Cohen, you can do it if you have half of his hard work."

"No problem, I'm a man who can drink a dozen at a time, come and drink a bottle."

San Jose picked up a bottle of beer, bit off the cap with his mouth, touched the glass, and drank a bottle directly.

"Cohen, are you such a heavy drinker?"

"You are really a heavy drinker. You deserve to be a Gaucho, the most powerful drinking group in Argentina. I don't think the Indians can drink as much as you."

"Wolf, Eddie, Kim, Powell, don't just eat meat, come and drink."

San Jose chatted, drank, and ate meat with several classmates, while also paying attention to the chat between Elena and Scarlett and the group of girls.

After drinking a lot of beer, the private room gradually became less lively.

"Cohen, it seems that some gangsters are pestering your girlfriend and Teacher Scarlett. Wake up and go take a look."

San Jose slumped on the table in a daze, and suddenly sobered up a lot. Is there such a good thing?

"How many of them are there? Do they have weapons or knives?"

"It seems not, it seems to be a small gang in the city. Should we call the police?"

"That's fine, no need to call the police, watch me kill a few of them."

"Cohen, you can't kill them. Just break their legs and pay some money. We are acting in self-defense. If you are locked up then, I will let my dad defend you."

"Stop talking nonsense, lead the way. Bailey, go to the door and find a few people with the Thunder Cross badge to come in, just when San Jose asks them to come in."

"Okay, Cohen, you have to protect yourself."

San Jose came to the outside of the bathroom and saw a few guys flirting, and was instantly furious.

"Where are you guys from? How dare you flirt with my girlfriend."

San Jose usually doesn't carry a pistol to school, but he is often followed by several members of the Thunder Cross nearby.

The little boss turned around impatiently.

"Okay, friend, why don't you let me have one? It's not good for you to play with two."

"Play your mother, play, play, play, all you know is how to play all day long."

San Jose didn't plan to talk nonsense, he punched one at a time, and then kicked these guys away. San Jose's strength is no joke.

It seemed that he heard the sound of bones breaking. These guys fell to the ground screaming. Normally, as long as there are no controlled weapons, ten of them are not enough for him to fight. He is a power-type player, fearless.

"Don't mess around with this kind of combat power, Dylan, you came just in time, send these guys to the Rennes Research Institute to see which gang is so bold."

San Jose looked at the few members of the Thunder Cross who were rushing over and ordered directly.

"Yes, boss."

Dylan asked people to carry these guys directly into the car, leaving two people behind, and disappeared in a puff of smoke.

"Elena, teacher, are you not scared?"

"No, Cohen, why don't you let people lock them up for a few months? Cohen, are you not injured? Do you want to go to the hospital."

Teacher Scarlett didn't seem to care very much. Her dad has arrested many of these scumbags.

"Yes, Cohen, these gangsters seem to have guns, but they were beaten badly by you, and they can't even lift their hands."

"There are really guns, it seems I was too reckless."

"By the way, teacher, what does your family do? Can you lock people up?"

"My dad is the deputy director of a police department in Buchcheng Security Bureau, which is just average, but he happens to be in charge of this area."

"That's good, no need to bother, they seem to have called the police, do you want someone to send you back, it's a bit late now."

San Jose looked at his watch, it was already 6 pm, he had been eating for more than 5 hours, it was amazing, he shook his head, washed his face, and sobered up a lot.

"Some people are ostensibly freshman students at Buda University, but secretly they are the bosses of security companies."

Bailey whispered to Powell next to him.

San Jose vaguely heard this sentence and almost staggered and fell… …

Teacher Scarlett communicated with her dad and several police officers and resolved it peacefully.

San Jose sent these classmates and teachers back before taking Elena back home.