Rise of the Argentine Empire

Arturo was completely different from the last time I saw him; the entire Radical Party organization could indeed be said to have been severely damaged.

"It's Cohen, have a seat."

"Has something happened in Bahía Blanca?"

Arturo seemed accustomed to branches from all over the country coming to "seek help."

"Nothing has happened, and development is still good. I was just wondering if we could expand the staff and upgrade the scale of the Bahía Blanca branch. We also have some situations to report."

Saint-Hesse took out a stack of specific materials from his briefcase, which he had brought a few days ago, and handed them to Arturo. They included some development information about the Bahía Blanca branch in the last three months, including some specific matters, meetings, and projects.

"Oh? Let me see."

Arturo took the Bahía Blanca data report, including expenditure, income, submitted funds, and some corporate donations, which were already considerable.

In principle, Saint-Hesse should have submitted it directly to La Plata. This was considered reporting work out of turn, a major taboo, but it wasn't too outrageous. He was directly arranged to Bahía Blanca by the Radical Party headquarters in the first place because the La Plata provincial branch was also severely damaged. The person in charge of the provincial branch, Hans Fulton, had even been thrown into jail, so the provincial branch simply used the national headquarters directly.

"These are some immature ideas I have about the reform and development of the Radical Party in Bahía Blanca."

"Establish a labor union, establish a party fundraising committee, establish a Bahía Blanca party-run business unit to raise party funds… Cooperate with the Socialist Party to increase Radical Party membership."

"Did you write all of this?"

"Yes."

In fact, the government can start companies. For example, the newspapers of the Socialist Party and the Argentine Republican Party are actually within the scope of being able to profit. Japanese political parties can operate horse race betting, and more than 40% of the funds of the Soviet Socialist Party also came from business operations.

"This does seem to comply with the Argentine Constitution, but it would be difficult for business operations to be profitable, right?"

Arturo thought for a moment and said to Saint-Hesse.

"We can start with newspapers and try to solve some difficulties. The Bahía Blanca Radical Party has generated some surplus in recent months. In addition to what has been turned over, the remaining self-used funds can be used to purchase equipment and start our own newspaper. Bahía Blanca is developing very fast now, and I believe we can obtain some revenue through economic development."

The Radical Party is also divided into several factions, but compared to the Justicialist Party, it is more pure. Unless necessary, he will not withdraw. To obtain a higher right to speak, in addition to promotion, he must also increase his own weight. After carefully studying the Argentine Constitution, he found that Argentina does not prohibit political parties from running businesses.

And many political parties, in addition to newspapers, actually have no other industries. Labor unions belong to the Justicialist Party. The main parties competing for these labor unions are the Socialist Party and the Republican Party. It is difficult for the Radical Party to intervene. The main national labor unions are located near Buenos Aires. Bahía Blanca is a new place. With the construction of Bahía Blanca, a large number of workers will definitely appear in the future.

"Maybe we can try it. The Radical Party is currently being suppressed too severely. The scale of the Bahía Blanca Radical Party can continue to expand. I will arrange a provincial-level authority for you, which is greater than the city level."

Saint-Hesse has many transgressive ideas and also intends to act according to the rules. The Bahía Blanca branch currently has many unstaffed personnel and some irregular fund transfers, mostly from the "political donations" of Saint-Hesse's companies and factories.

Currently, in fact, many party-run enterprises are only authorized to be run by the headquarters or the central department. Decentralizing power is also a kind of internal power dispersion.

"Mr. Arturo, I was wondering if I could gather some of the people from the former propaganda department to Bahía Blanca. Many people in the Buenos Aires propaganda department were originally recruited by me, and the current situation is not very optimistic."

"Okay, I allow it. Anyway, the propaganda department is already crippled."

"Okay, sir."

Saint-Hesse and Arturo didn't talk too much. The sound of knocking on the door rang out.

The purpose of coming to the headquarters this time has been achieved. One is to improve the Bahía Blanca branch, and the other is to summon the original team.

Arturo signed the transfer order for him. He wrote down all the people he wanted and stamped it with the Radical Party's seal.

…

After leaving the headquarters and getting into the car arranged by Andrew, Saint-Hesse went straight to the Buenos Aires Propaganda Department, which was about 2-3 kilometers away from the headquarters. Saint-Hesse entered here and saw old newspapers scattered all over the floor.

"Hey, isn't this Cohen, the busybody and popular figure from back then?"

Saint-Hesse heard an annoying voice, and he knew who it was without thinking.

"Curly Hair" Tricav Slough, the current head of the propaganda department, was transferred from the headquarters. Back then, the city newspaper overshadowed the headquarters propaganda office, and the two had formed a grudge. He was wearing a pretentious suit, with golden curly hair and blue jeans, and several followers were standing next to him.

"Oh, isn't this Curly Hair Slough Slough? How is your mother doing lately? Has she been helping you straighten your hair?"

Saint-Hesse pretended not to see him and exaggeratedly said after a while.

"Haha, Hesse the cowboy, why don't you go home and herd cattle? Oh no, aren't you herding cattle in the rural Bahía Blanca? Why, are you here to Buenos Aires to sell beef?"

Tricav said in an exaggerated tone, with a head of golden curly hair.

"I don't know which dog is barking. I heard that you bankrupted a perfectly good city newspaper."

"Isn't it certain people who left behind a bunch of trash? I don't know if it's because they ran away with their tails between their legs."

At that time, because Saint-Hesse was going to the United States, he recommended Powell as the person in charge, but the higher-ups did not agree and arranged for Tricav, whom he hated the most. The two also completely broke up and had a lot of arguments. This guy was the most foul-mouthed person he had ever met, bragging all day long and doing nothing, scaring away many of the young people from the newspaper back then.

"I'm not going to waste time talking to you. Call Powell and the others out. I have something to announce."

This matter was actually his fault. After he got busy, he didn't pay attention to the propaganda department until recently when he learned about their experiences. Those who left left, and those who dispersed dispersed. Those who remained were all this person's lackeys, or newly transferred ones, but the few he needed were all here. He wanted them all and sent them to Bahía Blanca in a package.

"Oh, busybody, you are no longer the head of the propaganda department. What qualifications do you have to order the people here around?"

Saint Hesser didn't speak, directly calling the security guard stationed at the door to pull away these worthless fellows. Then, he announced the headquarters' transfer order and summoned Powell and the others.

"Good, Cohen, you're trying to disrupt our Radical Party, letting outsiders into our ranks. I'll have headquarters expel you..."

"Take a good look, open your beady little eyes and see, this is Arturo from headquarters' signature, and the Radical Party's seal."

Saint Hesser handed it over, saying nothing more. Others nearby watched the excitement, going back to call more people.

After a while, more than a dozen people gradually emerged, including Powell, Little Tom, Don Miguel, and Rudolph Ante. They were somewhat excited to see Saint Hesser.

Saint Hesser felt quite guilty. These classmates should have left long ago. Except for Powell and Rudolph, most of the others came from families with less favorable conditions.

As staff members of the Propaganda Department, they relied on the self-sustaining newspaper business. The work opportunity was rare, so they hadn't left. With their abilities, they could have easily been arranged to work at the New Argentina Newspaper, so he hadn't paid much attention, never expecting Curly Dog to be so shameless.

And Powell and the others had truly endured it, also because the Argentina News Newspaper and Media industry was in serious decline. Powell and Rudolph hadn't left in order to protect these people. Saint Hesser had also issued orders regarding some Falcon Bureau identifications.

"You've really worked hard during this time. Follow me from now on, and I will absolutely not let you suffer this kind of humiliation again."

Saint Hesser patted each of their shoulders, earnestly promising. Of the original dozens of people in the Propaganda Department, 20 had left. The remaining 12 were all Saint Hesser's staunch supporters. He planned to call back those who had left to Blanca Port. Those unwilling would be sent to the New Argentina Newspaper.

The "Curly Dog" next to him was still foolishly clamoring. Saint Hesser ignored him, instructing the security guard to arrange vehicles and book a restaurant for a meal.

"Powell, Tom, Don Miguel, Rudolph Ante... 12 people, proceed to the Blanca Port branch to report as soon as possible."

"Yes!"

Saint Hesser directly led these people away from here, disregarding the frantically shouting Tricav. He watched him leave the Propaganda Department in anger, seemingly intending to complain.

The Delta Security personnel drove several cars over.

"Boss, the cars are here."

"Okay, find a barbecue restaurant. We're going to have a gathering today."

"Understood."

Mickel's Barbecue Restaurant,

"Boss, this time you really slapped that Curly Dog's face hard."

Powell gnawed on a piece of barbecue, excitedly saying.

"Sigh, it's also my fault. I went to America for so long and forgot about things when I came back. You've really worked hard this past year."

"Actually, it was good at first, but it slowly deteriorated later on. Mendes and the others really couldn't take it anymore, so they left."

"There's no need to worry about that. I've already made arrangements. You can go wherever you want. Of course, I can also recommend companies. I'd prefer you to come and help me."

"Boss, the people have been invited over."

The security guard outside the door knocked and came in to say.

"Boss, who is it?"

"Haha, our good brothers from before, Mendes and them. I called them over together."

"Boss, I really miss the old days. Back then, we would work overtime until late at night, and you would take us out for barbecue. I still remember Little Tom always eating the most and taking some back for his mother."

Back then, Saint Hesser often worked overtime until late at night in order to expand the scale and quality of the city newspaper as quickly as possible. Either he brought food, or he went out for supper, and he always paid, because everyone else was working out of passion until the city newspaper became profitable.

"Alas, don't mention it. Mrs. Tom passed away two months ago. Mrs. Tom's biggest wish was for Tom to continue to live a good life."

Saint Hesser remembered Mrs. Tom, a fifty-eight-year-old mother who was lying in bed every day, suffering from cancer. Saint Hesser had even helped contact the hospital, but unfortunately, it spread too quickly. She had already passed away two months ago. At that time, Tom was diligently taking care of his mother.

"Let's mourn for Mrs. Tom."

"Let's mourn for Mrs. Tom."

The atmosphere was momentarily heavy.

"It's already in the past."

Tom said.

"Everyone who is willing to come to Blanca Port this time will have double the salary and benefits here. It's not just in terms of publicity; I will also provide other opportunities."

Talking about money is vulgar, but it's necessary to talk about money. Peron is trying to solve the inflation problem but continues to print money, making the problem even more serious.

In the end, most people were willing to go to Blanca Port for development. The capital is currently a place of trouble. Saint Hesser was also happy for them. The work scene from a year ago appeared before his eyes.

"Everyone, eat and drink well today. Let's toast to the upcoming development."

Around six o'clock in the evening, the security guards brought people who were working at other newspapers one by one, and some who were directly unemployed at home.

Saint Hesser shook hands and met them one by one, promising to arrange their work. These people were all good seedlings, just lacking opportunities.

Saint Hesser returned to his residence, sobered up, and continued to arrange office matters. With the permission of headquarters, he planned to do more than just run a newspaper.

In addition to handling the Radical Party's affairs, Saint Hesser also made arrangements for other matters.

In such a large place as the capital, it is difficult to take care of everything.

This trip to the capital was very rewarding.

...

After finishing most of the things,

Saint Hesser went to Elena's house and met many people. Elena's family was helpful to Saint Hesser.

After dinner, Saint Hesser personally drove back to his home, which had already been cleaned.

"Elena, you've really worked hard this time."

Elena leaned against his shoulder, her heart pounding like a drum.

"It's okay. Actually, the reaction isn't very obvious. I can already feel the baby moving in my belly."

"Yes, don't work too hard usually. Are you used to living here? Should I arrange a residence near the hospital?"

Saint Hesser looked at the somewhat haggard Elena with heartache. When they were eating just now, Elena gagged several times and didn't eat much.

The two sat affectionately on the sofa in the room, talking about recent events, including Southern University, the Nuclear Physics Academy, the Radical Party branch, and some interesting stories about slapping faces in the Propaganda Department.

Successfully making Elena laugh,

"Cohen, you're too busy, but it seems like you returned to Blanca City two days ago. Why did you only come to see me today?"

Looking at Elena's smiling face, Saint Hesser felt a burst of emptiness, and a cold sweat broke out on his back.

"It's mainly because I'm busy with things... those people are too worrying, and there are too many things to deal with."

Saint Hesser reached out and hugged Elena, holding her hand, and said apologetically.

"When the hospital in Blanca Port is expanded, I'll take you to Blanca Port... I'm also a little worried, after all, the medical conditions there can't compare to here."

"Actually, it's pretty good at my mother's house... it's just that without you, I always feel empty in my heart..."