Reborn American Giants

Several cars were driving on the bumpy roads of the Balan slum, and when they were still a few hundred meters away from the intersection of Omart Street, President Jose carefully combed his hair and got ready.

He would need to be at the corner of the street later so that the accompanying reporters could snap a few photos of him "enthusiastically" shaking hands with passers-by, and the trip would come to a successful end.

Mendieta, who was also sitting in the back seat, suddenly received a report from Fermín Palacios, the captain of the Independence Palace special service team: a group of protesters suddenly appeared on Omat Street and gathered at the exit of the Baran slum.

, seems to have bad intentions.

He suggested that Mendieta report to the president, cancel the original photo plan, and leave this place of trouble and trouble as soon as possible.

Jose was looking through several selected photos handed to him by the press officer, asking him to decide which one to put on tomorrow's front page.

He looked through it a few times, and the one he was most satisfied with was the photo of him enthusiastically reaching out to hold the hand of a mother holding a baby.

The steaming water vapor rises from behind, and the light is wonderfully refracted, which makes him look full of a compassionate and sacred feeling in the photo, which looks great.

Turning his head, the president was about to ask Mendieta for his opinion. During this trip, he saw Mendieta's busyness, loyalty, and conscientiousness. He felt that after returning this time, he might be able to give this person a chance to stay.

The political secretary at his side added to the burden, leaving Mendieta responsible for some more important matters.

Loyal people should be rewarded, right?

However, the president noticed that Mendieta's face began to look increasingly ugly as the call between him and the Secret Service captain continued.

The president was in a happy mood and asked in a relaxed tone: "What happened? Is another congressman dead?"

"It's more serious than this," Mendieta said solemnly after hanging up the phone: "Fermin reported that a group of "Castanera Movement" and a group of workers from the construction industry have been surrounded outside.

They were holding placards and shouting slogans. It seems that they got your whereabouts from somewhere, and they came specifically to contain you."

"God damn it."

The president lamented, he was really afraid of what would happen.

Mendieta ignored the president's lament and dutifully gave his own advice, "Mr. President, we'd better cancel our original plan and leave as soon as possible."

Weakly waving his hand, Jose leaned back in his chair and said nothing, so Mendieta was busy arranging countermeasures. Jose watched his secretary doing all this, and now he only felt a sudden pain.

.

The position he is in now requires a lot of courage to withstand all kinds of bad luck and the cruelest ridicule and ridicule. There is nothing you can't think of and nothing they can't do.

He must believe in himself completely and leave no room for doubt, otherwise the enemy will take advantage of him.

He needs to be flawless, absolutely confident, uncompromising, and completely determined. In front of him is a group of rabble, not only without principles, but also lacking in imagination.

The president kept encouraging himself in his heart. What he needs most now is courage.

…

As the motorcade slowly appeared in front of him, Remicio Morales Bermudez looked even more nervous as he looked at the policemen, and a trace of mockery began to appear at the corner of his mouth.

What a pitiful, penniless group of creatures these are.

They call themselves politicians and leaders, but none of them really understands the meaning of power. Let him show these fools how this game should be played.

So he began to greet his people and shouted slogans in a louder voice.

"We want land..." Morales held up the loudspeaker in his hand to ensure that his voice could pass through the noisy sound waves at the scene and be heard by nearly a thousand people at the scene.

Some people were familiar with him and kept up with his rhythm, shouting the slogan "... want land" in their mouths. The uneven appearance made Morales frown and glanced at the other people who had excited faces.

It was the first time for me to participate in this kind of protest, so I cursed secretly, "These idiots."

But this is not surprising. There were so many people at the scene, but among them there were several people mobilized by other movement organizations, plus some construction workers organized by the Construction Industry Association.

Although "Castanera" does have a large number of members, its most recent event only mobilized more than 600 people, which is already quite remarkable.

These members of the landless peasant movement organization have to find ways to find jobs every day, work part-time jobs, and find ways to feed their families. It is very rare to be able to find time to participate in the activities organized by Morales and others.

Moreover, this operation was too hasty. When they received news from a certain big shot, they had no time to plan properly. They only had time to organize some people who were usually enthusiastic about the activities organized by the "Castanera" movement.

A veteran, he hurriedly entered the scene. Those who responded to Morales just now were these people.

"We want to eat..."

Morales winked at an employee of a sports organization and signaled the other person to push a wooden box to the front of the crowd. He stepped on the box to ensure that everyone could see and hear him.

His voice, his fists that were clenched tightly and then raised high.

Now there were more people following, and almost all of them opened their mouths, and a terrifying sound burst out from their throats, "We want to eat...".

"We want land..."

"...We want land."

…

"We want to eat..."

"...We want to eat."

…

The slogan is very simple, just two sentences that go back and forth. There is no need to explain too many complicated truths to these stupid people. The simpler, the better. The simpler, the better it can achieve its purpose.

A certain big shot has promised him that as long as he listens to "him" in the future, he can be allowed to return to politics when the matter is over.

Of course, the initial position may not be too high, but this is great news for Morales, whose political life has been cut off.

The reason why he hangs out with the gangsters of the "Castanera" movement organization and keeps "making trouble" for the government is that he hopes to attract the attention of some "big shots" and make them feel useful.

?

Although the members of the Castanera Landless/Peasant Movement were all farmers who had lost their land or urban proletarians who had lost their jobs.

In the eyes of the government, they are usually a group of insignificant people.

But in Morales's eyes, when these people gather together, they can also play a key role under certain conditions.