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"Then do you need a loan? For a powerful person like you, the central bank can provide large low-interest loans. I think this should help your next investment plan." After getting the information he wanted, Madu

The smile on Luo's face became even brighter, and he even asked Victor very thoughtfully if he needed to apply for a loan from the central bank.

Victor shook his head, picked up the wine glass in front of him and took a sip, "When I feel it's not enough, I will definitely let you know."

As he spoke, Victor patted his thigh gently and stood up, taking the coat handed over by Atuo, "Okay, it's time for me to say goodbye."

"I send you."

Maduro stood at the door of the hotel and watched Victor's car disappear on the street. He did not turn around and return to the Iturbide Hotel, but instead asked the driver to take him back to the Central Bank, also located on Cordis Street.

Headquarters.

When he just walked to the door of his office, Maduro's secretary stopped his boss with a look of embarrassment and whispered in his ear: "Boss, Juan Francisco is here again. He is here with you."

I’ll wait for you in my office.”

"I understand," Maduro was stunned for a moment, and then quickly reacted. He calmly said to his secretary, "What other important things are there today?"

“At noon you will have lunch with Justo Figorola, Vice President of the Bank of America, to discuss important matters related to supporting foreign trade. Then at 1:30 in the afternoon, the President will hold a meeting on domestic matters at the Independence Palace.

A discussion on financial activities, listening to the opinions of some economic experts on the recent financial market turmoil. I have sorted out some of the questions you may be asked and attached the answers. After the meeting..."

"Okay, okay..." Maduro felt a little headache. He waved his hand and interrupted the secretary's itinerary report. "In addition to the meeting at the Independence Palace, you can find a way to help me promote the lunch with the vice president of the Bank of America."

Or contact the other party's office and tell them to make an appointment another day, and you can help me turn off all other matters."

"Yes, I understand," the secretary pushed up his glasses that slid down the bridge of his nose. He knew why Maduro would do this. Thinking of Juan Francisco who was waiting in his boss's office at this moment, he couldn't help but feel

Maduro’s dilemma.

Maduro sighed. He would rather sit in the conference room of the Independence Palace at this moment and face Jose's questioning than face Juan Francisco. Some of this guy's demands are really very disturbing.

Headache.

Don't be surprised, if you know Juan Francisco's full name you'll know why. This guy's full name is Juan Francisco de Duarte.

Yes, this guy who gives Maduro a headache is the son and only son of the current President of El Salvador, leader of the Christian Democratic Party, José Napoleon Duarte.

As a standard princeling, nine-year-old Juan Francisco experienced the misery of Jose's exile abroad. At that time, Jose's situation was not wonderful.

In 1972, José ran for president on behalf of the National Alliance of Opposition Parties, the center party of the multi-party coalition, against General Arturo Armando Molina of the National Concordat Party, who was funded by the military government.

Molina's votes were mainly concentrated in rural areas, and Jose's votes were concentrated in cities. However, the final result of the 1972 election was shrouded in insider manipulation.

The government soon declared Molina the winner of the presidential election, which was followed by widespread protests and chaos by José's supporters in cities across the country. The military junta quickly suppressed the urban unrest. José was imprisoned on charges of opposing the constitution.

, supported the riots, and although he was soon sentenced to exile abroad by the military junta, it was obvious that Jose's political path suffered a heavy blow.

The revolution on October 15, 1979 overthrew the government of General Carlos Humberto Romero, and a coalition government composed of civilians and military officers took over. Left-wing guerrillas refused to accept it, considering it a political change in a superficial sense. El Salvador

A full-scale civil war began.

Jose led his family back to El Salvador on March 3, 1980, joined the military government and served as foreign minister. He soon became the head of state and the head of the military government with the support of the Americans.

Suddenly from a homeless and precarious life, he suddenly turned around and became the son of the most powerful person in the country. However, Juan Francisco, who was only just 22 years old, could be said to have experienced ups and downs in his life.

Unlike his father, Juan's experience in exile did not bring him greater ambitions, but made him realize the importance of one thing, and that thing is money.

Similar to him, there is a group of "princelings" widely existing in El Salvador. There are no special skills in dealing with this group of people.

They can be brothers with you one moment, or they can turn against you and be ruthless the next moment. The only problem is that you must let them see the existence of interests.

Good and evil, right and wrong, family and friendship, moral laws and disciplines, these things are destined to never catch the eye of people like Juan Francisco. They will always only focus on one thing - money.

And now that Juan Francisco appears in Maduro's office, it's naturally not for some relationship connection, but for money.

Maduro straightened his collar, and when he opened the door, he looked at a young man in his 20s who was sitting in his seat with a big smile on his face, and a warm expression on his face skillfully.

Smile, "Hi, Juan, you are so free to come to my place today..."

Hearing Maduro's greeting, Juan put down a delicate pen holder he was playing with. He looked at Maduro's smiling face but was not very polite. Instead, he asked: "Why, don't you welcome me?"

"Where, where, you are an honored guest that I can't even invite," Maduro's heart skipped a beat when he heard Juan's unkind tone and he replied in a panic.

In fact, he is well versed in the skills of dealing with the sons of these powerful people, and he also knows the nature of people like Juan. If possible, he would not mind if everyone reaches some mutually beneficial agreements through "friendly" negotiations.

To this end, in the past few years, the central bank Capital Savings Bank has approved more than 30 private loan projects submitted to the Capital Savings Bank by princelings represented by Juan, with funds as high as about 300 million colones.

Except for six of the projects that are real, the others, haha, if the bank loan department checks carefully, these projects will almost without exception be fake projects.

In the projects accepted by the Capital Region Savings Bank of the Central Bank, Juan collaborated with a group of people, including the Ministry of Finance, the central bank's internal regulatory department, etc., to fabricate a group of companies that did not exist in reality.

Then they forged a large number of false accounts of a large number of mutual transactions between these companies.

Based on this, a loan application was submitted to the central bank Capital Savings Bank.

Thanks to the input of talented people from all walks of life, these loan applications were easily approved.

And the money obtained from the loan was naturally divided up by this group of people.

No one is tracing these loan projects. Maduro can rely on his status as president to instruct his staff to include them in the bank's "dead and dead debt" account books.

Anyway, banks have a large number of inexplicable bad debts and dead debts every year. Even Maduro’s opponents in the central bank understand what is going on, so no one will investigate what happened.

However, this time, Maduro did not dare to agree to Juan's "request" again.

Because the appetite of this group of people suddenly became bigger this time, so big that even Maduro did not dare to agree.