Reborn American Giants

The free media always boasts about their principles, just like suspects always rack their brains to find evidence of alibi.

If you want to promote a president who wants to be a "people's servant", then you must satisfy all his "wishes."

The news spread like it had wings shortly after four o'clock in the afternoon, during the longest day of the summer and before darkness enveloped San Salvador.

This is the only good news for President Jose's trip.

It's just that God may not let go of Mr. President's thoughts. The arrival of the recent rainy season has brought continuous rain, which can flood the entire city. It rained all day and did not stop at night.

You should stay at home today and don't go anywhere.

However, for the two women and their children, staying home was a mistake, a disaster they were destined to have.

Their home was on Lower Boris Street, in the heart of a dilapidated slum called Savanaraga.

In the 1960s, this place was home to homeless people and waves of illegal immigrants.

With the advent of the civil war, a large number of refugees from the north poured into this slum. The poor environment and chaotic security made this slum a favorite place for scammers and extortionists to flex their muscles.

They rented a cheap hotel, and the landlord was a very stingy guy named Juan Bautista Espru.

He was so notorious in the slum that the term "Bautista-style exploitation" was coined, referring to the landlord's ruthless exploitation of the slum tenants.

Now, the cheap "bed and breakfast" hotel under his name relies on the local council to place these refugee families from the north and other troubled families here, and then lazily waits for the next arrival.

Take this responsibility.

In addition to receiving a large sum of resettlement fees from the government, Bautista also charged these refugee families an expensive rent of $10 a day.

For other people, this amount of money may be achievable with hard work, but for these refugee families from the northern part of the country who have left their homes and fled to the capital with nothing, it is a "huge sum" of money.

Moreover, Bautista still settles the bill on a daily basis. If anyone delays the room payment, he will immediately command a few burly thugs and other men to drive those who have not paid, including the whole family, into the street.

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According to what Battis said, he was not afraid that no one would come to rent his shabby hotel with drafty walls and leaky roof.

There are simply not too many poor people out there. To drive one family away, all you need to do is talk to his "connections" in the city council, and the next family who will be exploited by him will come right away.

In this way, this guy calls himself a "smart" businessman, but he does not buy or sell goods, but only relies on war to make "refugee wealth".

Next to the hotel, there used to be a brothel. For more than 30 years, the place has basically not changed, and it still maintains the dirty and messy appearance of a temporary residence.

Single rooms, shared bathrooms, insufficient heating, noisy voices, rotten roof foundations, and lingering depression. When it rains, residents have to watch the windows and roofs dripping water, and the walls peeling off.

The brown mold stains became more and more rampant, and the whole room was filled with a musty smell.

But having a roof over your head is much better than sitting in the pouring rain. These residents thought so naively.

Most of the people who lived in such a place were cautious and indifferent, and no one reported to Bautista the smell of gas that had lingered in the corridors and rooms.

The building management is responsible for the gas, and it is only turned on when happy.

This is other people's problem, and they still think so naively.

As night approached, the shabby alarm clock hanging on the wall on the first floor went around again, and the lights in the public corridor turned on. They were bare sixteen-watt light bulbs. One in each stairwell, very dim, basically

No lighting function.

However, just the little spark when the light was turned on ignited the gas in the air, razing the entire five-story building, which housed nearly 600 people, to the ground, and also affected the neighboring buildings.

brothel.

There is a family of two women and seven children. The husband is still working hard outside, trying to earn enough money to buy enough bread to fill his stomach. He never imagined that while he was running around, their wives and children were all

Buried under the rubble.

When President Jose arrived at the scene, he only saw a pile of broken walls, scattered door frames and fragments of various furniture.

Firefighters from the Capital City Fire Department used dazzling arc lights to lie on the pile of cement rubble, looking for signs of the living.

On a broken wooden platform a few meters above them, a double bed was crumbling, and the sheets were rattling in the violent storm. They should have lifted it down quickly before it fell and knocked someone down.

But this was the peak time of heavy rain. The only mobile crane in the fire station was unable to work for a while, and the search and rescue personnel couldn't wait.

Someone seemed to hear a noise from under the ruins, so even though there was no target, many people extended a helping hand and began to dig through the ruins to look for survivors.

They were very anxious. On the one hand, it was raining harder and harder, and on the other hand, they were afraid that they would move too slowly.

However, it is estimated that their approach may be in vain and have no effect at all.

When the explosion occurred, it happened to be dusk, and every household was preparing dinner for the day. Therefore, when the whole building collapsed, they probably had no time to escape.

As soon as Jose heard the news, he realized that this was an opportunity. He immediately asked the staff of the Independence Palace to rush to the scene immediately.

I am not going to intervene, nor will I stand aside and worry, but at this time, a word of comfort to those who have lost their loved ones can be better than the thousands of words of gorgeous inscriptions that follow.

And this is also a good time to bypass the media and convey your true thoughts directly to the people.

A president who cares about the sufferings of the people is also a good demonstration of his ability to reverse his recent increasingly bad personal image in the media.

As a result, the news that the president was about to arrive soon reached the Capital City Police Department. Damiani rolled his eyes and reported to Francis from the Ministry of Internal Affairs, who immediately passed the news to Victor...

After going round and round, President Jose arrived at the scene and found that he had unknowingly been involved in a game that he had already lost.

Party Chairman Embrioni had already arrived there before him, holding the hands of the people at the scene, comforting the injured and those who were in pain and nervousness, accepting interviews, looking for TV cameras, and attracting everyone's attention.

The president who arrived later was like a substitute who had just been kicked off the bench. He had no rules. He was acting like the party chairman all over again, and he was not afraid that the people would be disturbed?

But what does it matter? This is not a game, at least, it shouldn't be. President Jose tried hard to convince himself, but he still couldn't help but feel a surge of anger mixed with embarrassment in his heart.