Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 519 I want to establish a stick, my rules are the rules!

Santa Clara, California, USA!

Intel headquarters building.

Andy Grove was humming a tune while making coffee in his office.

Since taking over from Gordon Moore in 1987, the company's performance has increased year by year and has captured more than 70% of the market share.

There is no one who can fight.

In addition, the alliance with Microsoft is essentially to suppress or directly acquire those small companies that may have the potential to rise, so as to prevent them from challenging the position of the leading company.

What is this called?
monopoly!

Di-

The phone suddenly rang, and I heard a message, "Andy, Mexico is said to be selling chips live, I don't have time, if you are free, you can check it out."

The message was from Gordon Moore, a two-faced scientist and financier.

Andy Grove thought to himself, "Chips? Can Mexicans make advanced things?"

It's not that he discriminates, it's just the truth.

But I just happened to have some free time today, so I just wanted to kill some time.

After making coffee, he turned on the TV, crossed his legs and sat on the sofa, looking at the sun outside the window and saying, "Cheers to life~"

And his eyes turned back to the TV.

The scene was quite grand, with a circle of people surrounding it, giving people a feeling of anticipation. This made Andy Grove's eyes light up, and he thought he could do the same in the future. It would subconsciously make people feel like "wanting to buy it".

Nouriel Best, CEO of Hope Group, was wearing glasses and looked very gentle on the stage.

"Our products are destined to change the world!"

Andy Grove scoffed at this statement. He also knew that Hope Group was a Mexican joint venture, but the largest capital behind it was said to be Victor, which jointly managed the country's "civil insurance business" with the Mexican civil affairs department, such as pensions and medical insurance.

The leaders of Mexico's real estate industry are also subsidiaries of them.

According to unreliable sources, the overall value of Hope Group has exceeded 3000 billion US dollars.

So Andy Grove didn’t like Victor very much…

They talk about morality and justice, but they are just like the American financial groups, sucking the blood of the country.

He was holding a cup of coffee and taking a sip...

Nouriel Best's voice on TV rose, "We named this chip: Pentium!"

"puff…!!"

Andy Grove couldn't help it and sprayed the coffee in his mouth, staring.

???

My brain is buzzing at this moment.

Pentium?

This is the name of what Intel is going to release next month!
He suddenly felt something was wrong and opened his eyes wide to listen to what was said next.

"Two instructions can be executed per clock cycle. At the same clock speed, the Pentium CPU executes instructions about five times faster than Intel's 80486!"

Wang Defa!
The data displayed on the screen behind him looked more and more familiar to Andy Grove, and he started to panic. Could it be... that his house had been robbed?
He ran to make a phone call in a panic, but he was not careful with his feet and almost fell down. He grabbed the table to prop it up, picked up the phone and dialed a number.

"Hey!"

"Gordon! Something bad has happened. Come to my office."

Gordon Moore, who was sitting opposite him, heard panic in Andy Grove's voice for the first time. He frowned in the lab and said, "Okay, wait for me."

After hanging up the phone, Andy Grove's hands were still shaking as he watched TV.

If Pentium is really ruined, then all the initial investment will be wasted. That is not a small amount of money. Moreover, it also illustrates a problem indirectly, that a vicious wolf has entered the chip industry's cake again.

Chips are becoming increasingly important, from satellites to some product components.

This is going to kill Intel!
About ten minutes later, Gordon Moore, who hadn't had time to change his clothes, came into the office. "What's the hurry? I'm working on the Pentium chip..."

“We were plagiarized!”

"Gah?"

Gordon Moore's voice stopped abruptly.

Andy Grove pointed at the TV, his face solemn, "Let me watch the press conference in Mexico. Their chip is called Pentium, and... all the data is exactly the same as ours."

"!!!"

"Impossible!" Gordon Moore was also panicking. He quickly looked at the TV, which was very respectful to the data behind him. He broke out in a cold sweat. "How could this happen?"

"Is there a traitor in our laboratory?" Andy Grove asked in a deep voice.

"I am personally in charge of the team, and the people in it are all backbones who have been with us for a long time. It is impossible for such a thing to happen."

"Humanity is the least valuable, Gordon. The fact is that Mexico stole our achievements! Yes, stole! I'm going to sue them!" Andy Grove was very excited, as if... his wife had been stolen.

Gordon Moore was of course also angry. "Where should we sue? In Mexico? Do you know which way their court faces? Besides, Mexico and the United States have severed diplomatic relations. We don't even have an office there. Should we go to the United Nations? They're fighting in the United Nations. Are they afraid of you suing them?"

This sounds... aggrieved.

Made…

This is a freeloader.

It’s just like American pharmaceutical companies suing India. You sue yours and I produce mine.

"We have the patent certificate, yes, we use the media to expose them, demanding that the Mexican side stop plagiarizing and demand compensation from them."

Big Brother…

Public opinion is useful to those who are thin-skinned.

Look at the Mexican row, who has any shame?
But Gordon Moore had no other choice. He sighed and nodded, "This is the only way for now."

"What about the press conference in October? The invitations have already been sent out."

"Cancel it," Gordon Moore said.

Andy Grove looked at Nouriel Best on TV unwillingly, her smile almost seeping out of the screen...

That should have been our cheer!

Damn you X Victor!
……

"Ah."

In the restaurant of the National Palace, Nouriel Best sneezed and the staff next to her hurriedly handed her a napkin.

"Thank you."

He said to Victor across from him sheepishly, "Maybe someone is scolding me."

"The sale of Pentium chips will definitely offend people. The European Community and the American Alliance are jealous. You should be careful when you go out next time."

"Those guys love to play tricks."

If I can't solve the problem, I will solve the person who invented the problem. This is a common tactic they use.

Nouriel Best continued to smile and said in a relaxed tone, "I'm afraid of them?" What kind of scenes have I not seen, Best?

Before Victor unified the country, he was mainly responsible for recruiting people from the Soviet Union. He recruited many Nobel Prize-level bigwigs to work hard in many fields in Mexico.

He was also chased by signal flags.

This guy is a typical legendary figure.

He is also a very low-key person in Victor's "first team" and a money bag.

He is also the Vice Chairman of the Mexican Economic Reform Commission!

He is still a major general with an honorary title.

This was also a plan he proposed to Victor, "Violence cannot solve the US financial market. We should use the larger market to hit them!"

They advocate the use of technological warfare and financial warfare. A plunge in your U.S. stock market will make them feel more distressed than killing two or three big guys.

There is some truth in this.

Later, Taliban knew how to whitewash themselves. Mexico cannot always use violence, which, although direct, cannot cure the root cause.

Victor cut the steak in his hand. With a pull of the knife and fork, the grain of the beef was stretched. He put it in his mouth and chewed it. The rich flavor rushed to his forehead.

"I intend to establish an international trade organization under the "Organization for the Reform of Human Progress". Its main function is to mediate disputes. It is not a multilateral trade agreement. It is the organizational and legal basis of the trade system, the manager of many trade agreements, the supervisor of trade legislation of each member, and a place to resolve disputes and conduct negotiations for trade."

His eyes were shining, "I want to be the one who makes the rules!"

“I’m afraid the United States will not join…”

"Why bring that troublemaker in? This is not NATO. We need a father." Victor spoke in a firm tone.

"No one can say no to money and the market, except him. There are many people who can join, and I believe the Asian market will surprise us."

Nouriel Best nodded. When signing the tens of billions of dollars of investment, he went to the University of Tokyo. Although it was... poor, to be honest, he could see the potential.

A peaceful and stable social order + vast land + huge demographic dividend + strong government promotion = GDP take-off.

This is also one of the reasons why many countries suffered Waterloo in India later, because it looks very similar to the University of Tokyo. Those who did not get to eat the meat thought they could take advantage there, but in the end... people tell you a truth: I have the final say on my own turf!
"Of course, this is just a plan. We need to bring some European countries in as well. Which countries in the European Community do you think can be won over?"

"Germany and England!"

Casare frowned beside him and raised his head, "Why?"

"One is unwilling to fail, and the other is unwilling to be second in NATO. They both have smart people who understand that Mexico cannot be overthrown. They are happy to express friendship to an organization that can curb the momentum of the United States in North America."

"Hahaha, yes, there is no right or wrong between countries, it's all business!"

If Victor really has the power to destroy the United States, let alone whether he will counterattack before his death, believe it or not, the vultures of the whole world will come over with their mouths open. They will not allow a country more powerful than the United States to emerge.

What is the situation now?

American fault line!

A human rights union led by Cuba, the University of the East and Mexico.

Next are European countries led by the United States.

It looks like a two to one ratio, but at the July 7nd celebration, a reporter asked the Deputy Chief of Staff: Lieutenant General Edward Fritz Blomberg, what if the United States uses nuclear weapons against Mexico?
He answered directly.

"Mexico will randomly drop nuclear X on Europe, dragging them to hell with it!"

Is this a familiar routine?
This is how the Soviet Union threatened the University of Tokyo, and this is how the University of Tokyo responded, with nuclear bundling. This scared NATO so much that it held a meeting overnight to brainwash the American representatives repeatedly, asking them to calm down!

So, Americans are feeling very frustrated now.

"Now that Mexico's internal problems have been solved, Casare, I want you to visit various European countries. Are you afraid?" Victor turned his head and asked with a smile.

Fatty Ka was startled for a moment, then he came to his senses and smiled, "Wherever I go, people will be nervous. Wherever I die, that place will be unlucky. They won't let anything happen to me. Even if something happens, you will seek justice for me, boss."

There's nothing wrong with that.

His younger brother Felix was blacklisted for several months for "armedly demanding pensions" for his comrades. After further studies at the Workers' Party School, he is now the mayor of Guadalupe Island, well... a mayor who is less than 21 years old.

(Jean Claude Duvalier—became President of Haiti at age 19.)
It's different because of background, and mainly because Felix is ​​much more capable than the Haitian tyrant. Guadalupe Island is now attracting investment, and a travel company from the University of the East has rented a beach there...

Main project: Feed the sharks!

An investment of 200 million pesos is considered a considerable achievement.

Casare thought very simply. If something really happened, his younger brother would definitely reach his position within five years. For the glory of the family, what was wrong with taking a risk?
People who want this opportunity don’t even have it.

Didn’t you see that Nouriel Best’s eyes were shining next to her?
Victor nodded in satisfaction, "OK, let the diplomatic department go through the procedures."

"Bester, I remember you have a younger brother?"

“Yes, I studied in France.”

"Call him back to help. There are more opportunities in Mexico than in France. There is a food project in California that is working with the University of the East and is in need of a manager. Ask him to go and do the job first."

Nouriel Best was immediately excited, "Okay!"

"Why don't you ask your brother?" Casare said with a smile.

"He'll agree."

If he disagrees, break his legs. What's the good of being a second-class citizen in France?

"General..."

"You and I started from humble beginnings, so you should be called the same as Casare. From the beginning to now, there are not many people left."

"Boss!" Nouriel Best climbed up the pole.

Victor laughed. The other party was quite capable and loyal. His golden finger showed that he was fully qualified. He was also relatively clean in the company. He was not greedy and was very sensible. Although his relationship was not as close as his and Casare's, he was still happy to give him some feedback.

"Mexico is mine and yours!"

He said this with profound meaning.

You can't treat badly an old brother who has fought with you to conquer the world.

Nouriel Best's heart sank, and his first thought was that his name would be written in the Mexican history book!
The atmosphere at the dinner was very good.

When they were about to leave at the end of the meal, Jeff Bennett, director of the Mexican Counterintelligence Agency, came. He glanced at Casare and Nouriel Best and looked hesitant.

"Go ahead, we're all family." Victor said, raising his chin.

"Our informant already knows where the person who bombed our Brazilian embassy is? It's in Tarabella Bruce Prison, a women's prison. The mastermind is inside. She's a woman, the second-in-command of the First Command of the Capital—Octavia Paz!"

Then he handed over a photo.

Victor took a glance and saw that he was wearing a pink short-sleeved shirt and was very tall, at least 185+cm tall. His arms were comparable to those of Casare, considering that he weighed over 200 pounds.

"I want her head hanging on the toilet door of Tarabella Bruce Prison with shit in her mouth."

Jeff Bennett was shocked, "Yes!"

"Who is the Brazilian traitor in the DEA?"

"He is the chief of police in São Paulo. He is Octavia Paz's mistress. Because of his protection, she is rampant in prison."

"Whoever leaks the secret will have his tongue cut off."

"I hate inner demons!"

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(End of this chapter)