From the God of Lies to the Lord of All Worlds

Chapter 355 The Little General's Persuasion Method

"Chief, the people have arrived!" As the only high-level talent among the tribal leaders with a "doctorate" degree, Alex was naturally in charge of arranging these company executives.

Carl nodded slightly. "Which companies are they?"

"The mining companies, mainly those dealing in silver, gold, and various rare metals, are all connected to these companies from Canada, America, and Europe. They mine here and only need to pay a small portion of the taxes to take all the profits!"

"The biggest beverage companies are Coca-Cola, Heineken, and Budweiser. They are all major water users. They set up factories in water-scarce northern states and extract large amounts of water to produce beverages. Oh, by the way, the biggest reason for the water shortage is that America has built a lot of dams, blocking the rivers flowing here!"

"There are also some large, labor-intensive companies that rely on the local workforce to produce cars and home appliances, taking the vast majority of the profits through their technology and added value..."

"These companies, along with the retail giants that control the lives of residents, have completely seized control of the entire country's lifeline!"

Seeing this, Alex understood why so many people would take the risk and embark on the irreversible path of drug trafficking!

Because this country has absolutely no other industries for them to move around in—manufacturing, agriculture, mining, retail—those international giants are holding nooses around their necks, making it a struggle for them to even survive!
If you want to get more money, the only way, naturally, is to take a risky path and go down this terrible wrong road.

“Drug traffickers are the cancer of this country, and these companies are parasites sucking its blood!” Karl said calmly. “Now, these cancers must be removed one by one!”

As a chieftain, Karl's vision wasn't actually very broad. In the beginning, he just wanted his tribe to live with a little more dignity.

But now, he clearly has more ideas, especially after gaining superhuman abilities.

He didn't care about so-called international public opinion or political games. After he truly occupied this place and learned about the true nature of the America government's bluster and cowardice, he learned another thing without being taught: the weakness of capital!
These wealthy individuals are like the most ferocious beasts when facing those weaker than themselves; they will devour them completely, leaving not a trace.

But when they encounter someone stronger than themselves, they become extremely "reasonable," extremely friendly and calm, and even deceive themselves to cater to the stronger person.

In other words, he hadn't studied Chinese culture, otherwise he would have definitely said something like "barbarians fear power but do not cherish virtue."

“Come on, since we’re all here, let’s have a good talk with them about the issues concerning this country!” Karl said.

In the past two days, the tribe has received many things, such as diplomatic notes from countries all over the world and statements from surviving tribes in various parts of South America seeking to establish relations, but the most numerous messages came from Mexico City.

The government has now secretly split into two, with one side following the remaining drug traffickers in a desperate attempt to retain their interests and power, which appears extremely reckless.

The other group, however, seemed to see a glimmer of hope, hoping that the gods connected to them by blood would come to their rescue.

Therefore, this group of people were eager to hand over the power of the country to Karl, hoping that he would become the ruler of the former Aztec Empire and become the state priest.

Although there aren't many people like that, it's enough for Karl.

After all, once he claims to have it, he can take the rest himself.

What he wanted was to revive that great civilization, not simply to become the emperor of a nation, which meant nothing to them, the chosen ones.

Therefore, Karl didn't care about so-called "power and interests" at all; he only cared about his faith!

It was obvious to the naked eye that after the city's residents had finished clearing out the drug dealers and drugs, some of them had already started asking about the Mayan and Aztec gods.

These people, who may have lived their entire lives within so-called Spanish culture, suddenly began to reflect on their bloodline origins.

This experience made it clear to Karl what he should do!
He wanted to do things that would be praised by ordinary people. He wanted to be like the Vatican next door, the kind of person who would advocate for believers. Only in this way could their gods and culture become their faith through word of mouth!
Eradicating drug traffickers is one aspect, and dealing with these multinational corporations is another!
With these things, he could announce to the people of this nation that the return of the gods would bring a better life!

As he was thinking about these things, the door to the conference room in front of him opened, and the executives of dozens of the most powerful multinational corporations all stood up.

They had no choice but to stand up. Although they were all CEOs of large companies, they still felt somewhat insecure compared to a true leader of an extraordinary force.

Carl and Alex walked to the front of the conference room and sat down facing the crowd. "I'm glad you're all here. I'm Carl, a tribal chief, and currently, the temporary administrator of this city!" Carl began calmly. "I'm searching for the forces to revitalize this city, and then I realized—this city, this state, this country of Mexico—why is it so poor?"

"Although I am just a native of a tribe, in America, everyone has to pay taxes so that the government has money!"

"In this country, there were some people who hadn't paid their taxes, so I made them pay the taxes they owed. The process might have been a bit rough, but they didn't have any objections!"

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and the curtains in the room next to him were drawn back, revealing the square next to their meeting room.

In the square, hundreds of corpses were strung on iron poles, arranged very neatly. Many people were placing coal and wood under the corpses, seemingly preparing to burn them.

No one would find this form of burning strange, because in this country...
This scene made many people feel very uncomfortable, and fear flashed across their faces.

They knew they might be threatened if they came here, but they came anyway to prevent the loss of company assets.

In retrospect, even threats sound mild; it was clearly telling them that if their answer didn't satisfy the other party, they'd be in for a piece of grilled meat.

These people are too barbaric! A chill ran through them, but they dared not utter a word.

On stage, Carl continued, "At this point, I became very curious: why do your companies earn so much money here every year, yet pay almost no taxes, or only a very small amount?"

Someone gritted their teeth and mustered their courage to say, "We pay taxes according to the rates stipulated by Mexico..."

“Oh? Really? What if you don’t pay taxes according to this rate?” Karl looked at them coldly. “Who can guarantee that? I can have you and Alex investigate together. If there are no problems, I will allow you to continue your business expansion on this land!”

"But, if it happens—I will show you what the wrath of the gods is!"

Carl's words made everyone's hearts skip a beat. They could clearly see that as he clenched his fist, the air in the entire room seemed to compress towards them.

No one dares to make such a guarantee, after all, they are all multinational corporations, and everyone knows who else is better.

Even Mexico's meager tax revenue is something they've never paid; they simply bribe officials and legislators to advocate for them, which is far more profitable than paying taxes!

“Since none of you like following Mexican rules, then from today onwards, follow my rules!” Carl said coldly. “I want half of your revenue here!”

"Half?" Everyone was shocked when they heard this!
Half, or half of the revenue? Shouldn't you listen to what you're saying?
Many companies don't even make 20% profit. If you ask for half of their revenue, aren't you just making them lose money?
"No, Mr. Carl!"

"This is impossible!"

"You don't understand business at all!"

They all said that, but after seeing Karl's cold eyes, many of them suddenly fell silent.

Indeed, the other party may not understand business, but he doesn't need to. Just like, does America's golden retriever need to understand business? No, he doesn't need to; all he needs to do is wield the big stick.

"Of course, those who cannot do this can leave, but before leaving, each company needs to pay all its taxes!"

Carl's words contained an anger stemming from this land: "The taxes aren't calculated from the founding of Mexico, but from the moment you corporate people set foot on this land!"

"I think this choice isn't difficult, right?"

P.S.: Second update. I just fell asleep while writing, it's hard to fall asleep...

(End of this chapter)