Reborn American Giants

The Greif family's convoy was attacked, which had a greater impact on the underground world of San Salvador than anyone imagined.

When A'tu drove the Mercedes-Benz and left the hospital, it started to drizzle again. Victor sat in the back seat and leaned on the seat, saying nothing, just holding a cigarette in his mouth and looking out the window solemnly.

Rainy night.

To be honest, leaning on the soft sofa, Victor only felt a kind of sleepiness coming from his bones. He rushed back to San Salvador from La Union without stopping. As soon as his feet landed, he rushed back to the hospital. He was indeed exhausted.

If possible, he wished he could just sit and sleep like this, even for a few hours.

But it was obviously not the time for him to sleep now. He had to rush to the Iturbide Hotel, where there was a party held by the "Bravo Club" tonight. Because it was the first party since the establishment of the club,

He, the founder of the club, still had to be there.

"Sir, why don't you take a nap and I'll call you when we get there," Ato, as someone who has been following Victor, knew that he had not had a good rest in the past two days, so he held the steering wheel and asked in a low voice.

"Well," Victor responded vaguely, rubbed his temples and closed his eyes.

Being the master of the house is not that easy.

Recently, in addition to focusing most of his energy on high-level developments within the Christian Democratic Party, Victor is also distracted by the construction of the Akajutla Refinery, the operation of venture capital banks, and Green Bay Fund's investment in Treasure Island.

The transfer of hundreds of millions of dollars made it impossible for Victor not to keep an eye on it.

In addition to these, he also has to pay attention to the actions of several other drug trafficking organizations in San Salvador. These bastards will jump out to cause trouble if they are not paying attention.

Victor originally just wanted to close his eyes and rest for a while, but if you are very sleepy, you will fall asleep immediately as soon as you close your eyes. By the time he woke up from his deep sleep with a shiver, the car had stopped. The driver's seat in front was empty.

Looking outside, it turned out that they had arrived at the Iturbide Hotel, and Piru and Atto were standing next to the car door smoking.

Holding his face in his hands and wiping it, Victor opened the door and got out of the car. Seeing this, Ato quickly threw the half-smoked cigarette on the ground and stamped it out, then walked quickly to Victor's side, "Sir...".

Victor didn't say anything, but just raised two fingers toward Atuo. He immediately took out a pack of cigarettes from his arms, took one out and put it between Victor's two upright fingers, and then took out a lighter and lit it for him...

After taking a puff of cigarette smoke, the nicotine stimulation made his chaotic mind become a little clearer, and Victor let out a long sigh.

"Are everything ready?" Victor asked looking at Piru.

"Sir, everything is ready," Piru nodded, and then gestured to the two black suitcases held by the two bodyguards on the side, "But these guys can really help us in our crisis."

Is it time to help us?"

Drug addicts who are addicted to drugs cannot be trusted, and gamblers who are addicted to gambling cannot be trusted. Similarly, in Piru's heart, those politicians who are full of benevolence and morality, but secretly engage in male thieves and female prostitutes are equally untrustworthy. He mustered up the courage to express his feelings to Victor.

He expressed his own point of view, that is, these sycophantic politicians are people who only know how to add icing on the cake and never give help when it is time. Once Victor falls into some kind of crisis, these people will be considered conscientious if they do not add insult to injury.

"Okay, Piru," Victor took a puff of cigarette, coughed twice, and said to Piru: "I have never regarded these people as partners or friends, I just regard them as a tool that can be used at any time.

It's just a tool that can be thrown away. For such a tool, there is no need to be too demanding about perfection."

Pilu's plump lips wriggled twice, but he wanted to say something but didn't say it.

Victor knew very well what thoughts Piru and those who had been with him for a long time had.

In fact, they were not only worried about Victor's contact with these politicians, but also had reservations about him personally participating in political games and devoting himself to officialdom.

People with this view are not uncommon in the Gref family. They are not opposed to paying to bribe government officials, but this kind of bribery is just a simple power-for-money transaction.

The organization provides financial bribes to those officials, and those officials who receive the money provide cover for the organization's activities, and that's it.

Most of the gang members who come from the bottom of society only believe in one truth: whoever has the strongest fist is the boss.

They have a respectful attitude toward politics. They don't like or at least are not used to directly participating in political activities, and they are opposed to supporting one politician and being the enemy of another politician for certain political purposes.

As the real head of the Gref family, Victor certainly needs to understand the thoughts of the members of the organization, but he will not change his strategy because of anyone's opposition, even close associates like Piru.

Piru obviously also knew that his own opinions could not affect Victor's thoughts. Fundamentally speaking, he felt that he had no right to express his opinions in this regard. Faced with his question just now, Victor could give him an explanation.

I respect him very much.

Throwing away the half-smoked cigarette in his hand, Victor straightened his collar and said to Piru and Ato: "Let's go."

The party was held at the "Yucca Room" which only the powerful could enjoy. Apart from Bossano, the media tycoon, only thirteen or four people were invited, except for Antino and Guado.

Except for the two chief officers of the Fourth Armored Regiment, who are members of the military and Damiani, the police chief, the rest are heads of various departments in San Salvador.

The top leaders of eight departments including the municipal government, customs, foreign trade companies, chambers of commerce and industry, public transportation and infrastructure, food committee, health and education departments, and the Ministry of Internal Affairs were among the invited.

Victor has maintained a close relationship with these departments that are closely related to trade, and he has not given any less of the money he deserves, so of course there is no problem in inviting them to attend this cocktail party.

What's more, there is also the media tycoon Bossano Bulnes. Of course, these officials want to have a good relationship with the United Press Group, a behemoth that controls 30% of the media in El Salvador. This is very important to anyone.

For a politician, public opinion is crucial.

Therefore, they must attend today's cocktail party no matter what.