Rise of the Argentine Empire

The next day, very early in the morning, Saint Hesser got up as usual. It had been almost a month since he had slept in the Zijinghua Apartment, and he actually missed it a little.

“The rent is wasted. I have to pay the rent again tomorrow,” Saint Hesser thought with some distress about the rent money after waking up.

In the first half of February, he was preparing for the exam in Buchen, and he was also busy preparing for the new company and the new factory. In the second half of the month, he was training the team in the abandoned military camp and solved the "Bird Brotherhood" in a few hours, with remarkable results.

Last night, after encircling and suppressing the Brotherhood, Saint Hesser sent someone to inform Guerrero to notify all workers and office staff to start work tomorrow. Tomorrow, he will attend the opening ceremony of the plastic bottle factory, and the day after tomorrow, he will participate in the trial of the "Bird Brotherhood", which is somewhat busy.

Guerrero is a talent. Saint Hesser has already figured out how to arrange it, and handed over some information on how to deal with the follow-up to Guerrero to handle in advance.

The "Thunder" action team was also officially disbanded, and Saint Hesser was certainly unwilling, but there was nothing he could do.

The newspapers subscribed to by the post office could fill a small room, and they were all stuffed behind the door. Saint Hesser put the old expired newspapers in the study, and could only sell them as waste products later.

He took out the eggs, French bread, butter, vegetables, potatoes, and luncheon meat cans he bought last night, lit the fire and made a simple sandwich, mashed the potatoes, and paired it with a glass of hot milk. After a simple taste, he found that his cooking skills seemed to have deteriorated. He didn't have to do it himself in Buchen and the abandoned military camp.

He read the newspaper while eating breakfast. Most of the news was released by local tabloids. Major newspapers were more cautious before there was any specific news.

"Extra! Mysterious numbered troops wiped out the "Bird Brotherhood", suspected to be the City Guard Special Forces!" — The Cordoba Post, this news is relatively reliable.

"Shocking! The black evil forces that do all kinds of evil were quickly wiped out. In the evening, a citizen of Ke City smashed a store to celebrate and was caught by the police!" — Ke City Economic and Social News, this is too excited.

"On the whole process of the mysterious troops arresting the Bird Brotherhood and the weapons that appeared, Paul Ryan has something to say to you" — Ke City Christian Gospel News, this is a swindler preparing to fool people.

"Internal news, the "Bird Brotherhood" from the United States, the sinful life of Mad Dog Rooney — Ke City Saint Martin Daily, good fellow, directly arranged his death.

… …

Today, almost all the newspaper headlines are about the Bird Brotherhood. I didn't expect there to be headline parties in the 1950s. Saint Hesser read the content of the newspapers. They made up a lot of information about the Bird Brotherhood, which made Saint Hesser want to complain. Mad Dog Rooney eats a dog every day, is the reincarnation of a vampire, and there are also werewolf reincarnation theories.

There are also rumors that the mysterious troops are American soldiers, and they took photos and sent them to save the citizens of Cordoba. Others say that they are national defense soldiers trained by the American military. There are those who are unhappy with the Bird Brotherhood, and so on.

Some also said that adding garlic defeated the Bird Brotherhood, which was the blessing of the Lord. There were all kinds of strange guesses, and there were all kinds of strange remarks. Some people said that there was an American Superman in the special forces who could catch them. Everyone almost collapsed the house at that time, witnessed it with their own eyes, and spoke eloquently, which almost made Saint Hesser laugh silly.

It turns out that I didn’t realize that these editors are so interesting. They are really good at making things up, but looking at these well-organized and confident writings, many people will definitely believe it. Saint Hesser's expression became serious as he laughed. Popular science has a long way to go. In the future, he will definitely have to issue several newspapers to control public opinion.

No wonder there are so many anti-intellectual remarks abroad. They have all been fooled. Like the disintegration of the Soviet Union in later generations, the second brother Ukraine was reduced to a public courtyard in Europe, and the eldest brother Russia's economic shock therapy. If it weren't for a fierce man... Russia might split again, and there was also Egypt after Serna, which was also fooled. The United States is really ambitious in countries like South Africa after Delaman came to power.

Although Ke City's newspapers do not have foreign funds to control them on the surface, there may be Jews in control. However, the local newspaper writers must not be fools. Publishing these anti-intellectual remarks is quite suspicious. Even if it is only for sales, day after day and year after year, it will have many bad effects.

As usual, he went out at seven o'clock. His second-hand motorcycle was parked securely in the downstairs parking lot. He wiped it clean with a wet rag, turned the key, and started it perfectly. He put on his helmet and drove to the old factory.

Not long after he walked out of the gate, he saw the female neighbor standing at the bus stop. She greeted Saint Hesser enthusiastically, and Saint Hesser had no choice but to stop the motorcycle.

“Hi, Mr. Saint Hesser, good morning. It seems like I haven’t seen you for a long time.” Elena greeted politely. She was wearing a light yellow dress today, with golden hair and blue eyes. She was a petite woman. Saint Hesser looked her up and down.

“Miss Elena, you are still so beautiful. I went to Buchen some time ago,” Saint Hesser greeted and praised sincerely.

“Really? That’s great,” then Elena sat sideways on Saint Hesser’s seat cushion.

“Actually, I was just being polite…” Saint Hesser thought speechlessly, then started the motorcycle and drove towards the library.

The two chatted on the road, and Saint Hesser learned that Elena was a senior at Cordoba University. She had just finished her summer vacation a few days ago and was preparing to take the postgraduate entrance examination at Buchen University, so she went to the city library to study.

“So you’re a senior,” Saint Hesser said.

“Mr. Saint Hesser, are you younger than me?”

“Uh, yes, I just got into Buchen University.”

“Wow, I thought you were older than me, seeing you wearing a military uniform to and from work every day.”

“Oh, I used to be a staff officer in the National Defense Forces, but I’m only 19 years old this year, just turned 19,” Elena had a bit of baby fat and looked petite and exquisite, which did make her look young.

“That’s amazing,” Elena said exaggeratedly.

“It’s so-so, we’re here,” Saint Hesser stopped the car, and Elena got out of the car.

“Thank you, Mr. Saint Hesser, let’s have dinner together when we have time,” Elena bowed and waved goodbye.

Saint Hesser took off his helmet and greeted her, then put it back on and drove towards the factory area.

Women are really troublesome, wasting 15 minutes and having to take a detour next time, I must not be too polite, but Miss Elena is so good-looking, she is really cute, completely different styles from Senior Dilia, Saint Hesser thought.

… …

At 7:50 am, in the Praly factory area, the employees had basically arrived, except for some who had not been notified.

"Hello everyone, due to the disruption caused by the Bird Brotherhood, we were unable to work for a while. Although it's been a bit long, everyone's basic salary will be paid as usual. Now, I announce that the Plari factory is now open for business! Working today will count as overtime. Thank you for your support, and thank you to our great nation. We will finish work on time at 6 PM tonight, and I've booked the Sofia Hotel for everyone. Please be on time," he said simply, without making a long speech.

Originally, the atmosphere in the factory was a bit dull, but upon hearing that they would receive their basic salary during the shutdown, the employees cheered and were immersed in a sea of joy. The little boss seemed to be a bit generous, making people wonder if he was up to something.

The Sofia Hotel was a budget-friendly hotel, and Cross had booked it last night to celebrate the factory's reopening.

Originally, Saint-Herse had planned to fire a few bursts from his MP44 into the sky, but he gave up for fear of accidentally injuring someone. There were no fireworks in the city, so he let it go. Cross arranged for a brass band to play music.

"Sounds good, keep dancing, keep playing!" So they played for a full thirty minutes. The trumpet player's cheeks were sore, and the drummer's hands were aching.

At 9 AM, the Plari factory started work on time. A large amount of production materials were already in place, the equipment was cleaned, and all the soda production lines were started up, creating a lively scene. The employees were also very motivated.

At 6 PM, Gross excitedly came to report that the day's production task had been completed by 150%. The newly produced soda was continuously sent to the central warehouse and then transferred to all parts of the country.

"Boss, today's task was overfulfilled, the employees' production speed was very fast!" Cross said, panting, after knocking on the door and entering. His cheeks were flushed with excitement. If you were to say who cared most about the factory's problems during the past half month, it was probably Cross.

"Good job, quickly arrange for everyone to get off work and go to the Sofia Hotel," Saint-Herse said, finally breathing a sigh of relief after hearing Cross's report. This trouble was over.

Because of the strong sales in various regions, coupled with the approaching summer, the original one-month soda inventory was almost emptied. Now was the right time to resume work, and Saint-Herse's money-printing machine had started up.

A mighty group of more than five hundred people, with more than 20 buses parked outside the factory area, transported employees to the Sofia Hotel. The buses of this era were very small, only able to seat twenty or so people, and even then, it was a squeeze.

The waiters at the Sofia Hotel were already waiting outside the hotel to greet them, and the chefs were also rushing to prepare the ingredients. Although it was only this once, Saint-Herse did spend a lot of money to book the entire place.

As the boss, Saint-Herse probably wouldn't participate in this kind of activity much in the future. He would let Cross be responsible for participating in the future, and he would keep a lower profile. Unless necessary, he basically didn't plan to show his face too much.

The group of people happily entered the hotel in groups of three or five, and tables of banquets were already in place.

"Everyone, eat and drink well tonight, order whatever you want, and don't save the boss any money!" Cross said in the crowd.

"Okay!" The voice was mischievous.

"Who ordered the spaghetti? Order more delicious food tonight. You can eat your fill of lobster and foie gras. The boss is paying, so don't be too restrained," Cross said excitedly. 'It's not like you're spending your money.' Saint-Herse almost fainted when he heard this, but he still had to keep a smile on his face.

"Yes, everyone, don't be restrained, order whatever you want. The boss booked the entire place today. Isn't wine just grape juice? If you can't finish it, everyone can take a few bottles back with them. It's okay, there's plenty, but everyone can't drink too much tonight, you have to go to work tomorrow," Li Qingyun had already blended in with the others and continued to add insult to injury.

"Ladies, you can order more caviar and the like, don't be polite. There aren't many opportunities to take advantage of the big boss," said Finance Manager Bian Qi. The boss's stinginess was obvious to all. This was the table for the ladies in the office, and they were also not polite, ordering a lot of delicacies that they usually couldn't bear to eat. Saint-Herse almost fainted when he heard Bian Qi's words. Fortunately, a large portion of the hotel's payment deposit had already been paid, otherwise he would really have to prepare to run away.

"Everyone, eat and drink well tonight, but don't overdo it. Be sure to pay attention to safety when you go home later, and you have to go to work tomorrow. Being late will result in a deduction of wages, haha."

"If you can't hold your liquor, I've already arranged hotel rooms. Just go to the front desk to check in directly. Also, remember to be on time for work tomorrow," Saint-Herse said, and quickly ran to the front desk to pay a large sum of money.

Of course, Saint-Herse was just joking. Saint-Herse, who could hold his liquor pretty well, also drank a few glasses of tequila. In fact, Saint-Herse was also a little happy, not only because the factory had started work, but also because he felt that he had done a good thing by taking down the "Bird Brotherhood" scourge.

During the Plari factory gathering, Saint-Herse and his employees loudly discussed the matter of the "Bird Brotherhood" people being all arrested.

"Hey, did you hear? Those damned Bird Brotherhood people were all arrested. My brother's legs were broken by them, and he's still recovering in the hospital."

"Ah, my friend was also being charged protection money by them, and when he didn't pay, they smashed his store. Now they've all been arrested. I'm so happy, the people of Ke City are so happy! I heard that the Old City Guard was responsible, they're really great."

"Yes, they finally did something practical. I hope they'll all be locked up for ten years. I heard that there will be a public trial in a few days, and I want to take a leave of absence to go see it, preferably to vent my anger for my brother and secretly kick them a few times."

"Take me with you then, I also want to take a leave of absence! Kick them!"

"What if we can't kick them? There will be police, right?"

"Then how about we prepare some rotten eggs and rotten vegetables?"

"Good idea!"

"I want to participate too."

"Take me with you."

Crazy Dog Rooney will be kicked into a dead dog by you guys then. He's already been almost kicked into a dead dog by Grulo!

Saint-Herse also felt a little proud listening to this. After all, your boss is the person in charge of the arrest operation. To be honest, Saint-Herse felt a little smug when he heard them praising him. He was a bit childish, maybe it was the influence of his predecessor. Who wouldn't want to be a hero?

However, he still didn't plan to stop them. After all, there were still bailiffs, and he planned to tell Cross that the leave applications for the next two days should all be approved!

Although Saint-Herse's encirclement and suppression of the "Bird Brotherhood" was somewhat out of selfish motives, at least from the results, he did do a great thing.

Taxis were not very developed in Ke City, and it was not easy for Saint-Herse to wait for a bus. Fortunately, it was going in the direction of the Bauhinia Apartments. After more than twenty minutes, he returned to the apartment, covered in sweat and alcohol after climbing the stairs.

Remembering not to take a hot bath after drinking alcohol, Saint-Herse fell asleep. Before falling asleep, he seemed to have seen Marie-Kim. He felt that he was really a little drunk.