Working as a police officer in Mexico.

Chapter 624 Victor, whose head is as big as an ox!

The weather in October was still quite hot and dry.

You can still see people wearing short sleeves on the streets of Mexico City.

Some people sat under the big, shaded tree, chatting about everything under the sun.

"If you ask me, Norman Schwarzkopf is definitely dead. Think about it, what coup doesn't involve bloodshed?" An old man, pipe in hand, shook his head. "Tsk tsk tsk, is this the first defense minister?"

“I heard someone in Chinatown say that America’s feng shui is bad. They say that the Charging Bull in New York’s financial district is a ‘golden vein totem’—its horns point directly at Broadway, absorbing the wealth energy of the East River. It looks very good, but after the war started, the pattern was disrupted, and it became filled with malevolent energy. Of course, America had to collapse.” Someone chimed in from the side.

These words drew a lot of ridicule.

"There are too many charlatans in Chinatown. Damn it, last time I had a hemorrhoid on the sole of my foot, he told me it was called 'stepping on the Big Dipper,' but then he told me that if I was missing a hemorrhoid, it wouldn't work, and he wanted me to spend 3000 riyals to buy a peace charm. The more I think about it, the more suspicious it seems!" someone cursed angrily, revealing their own secrets.

That's a funny thing to say, though.

"Feng shui is useless. In my opinion, we must maintain high pressure on the United States. As long as we keep it up, they will definitely panic internally. Over time, those who do not intend to resist and those who want to continue to resist will fight each other. In my opinion, we should use military coercion, internal economic alliances, external collusion with other countries, isolate the United States, and soften its influence in the world. If we continue like this, we can solve the problem once and for all."

"Isn't that what the government is doing now? Otherwise, what do you think these investor conferences are for? They're just for winning over one faction and attacking another. Capitalists are like dogs. If a dog is hungry, you throw it a couple of bones, and it will come back."

Many people applauded when they heard this.

And you know what? In the streets and alleys of Mexico, there are countless places where people are talking about the situation in the United States, and you can clearly feel that their spirits have changed.

This is something that was won in battle.

Just like India in 1962, which considered itself the third largest economy in the world, Delhi was filled with an air of arrogance and domineering. And then...

According to a press release by a British journalist, Indian soldiers ran at speeds comparable to wildebeest migration speeds on the battlefield, describing them as having "never seen any mammals run so fast in herds!"

An American journalist wrote that he witnessed a nation's morale plummet from euphoria to despair, with the national anthem playing over and over again on the radio in an attempt to awaken patriotism in the hearts of its people.

Nehru died after that, and India was ridiculed for decades, even by neighboring countries like China.

Look, war can bring a great sense of superiority to ordinary people, which is national self-confidence.

The scenes unfolding in Mexico City were actually observed by the "investors" who had come to the city.

For example, Cisco CEO John Chambers, accompanied by two assistants, posed as ordinary tourists and strolled around the city to gain a deeper understanding of the local area. He learned a great deal, and at the very least, the local security was impressive.

The three of them were tired, so they bought ice cream and sat down by the flower bed.

"What do you guys think?" John Chambers asked, licking his ice cream.

The private consultant and chief analyst said from the side, “Before Victor came to power, I would come to Mexico almost every month because the scenery here is really beautiful. But it is undeniable that the security situation in Mexico is really bad. I was robbed 6 times when I entered the country, and my ID was also stolen in the hotel. I even had to pay the police after I called the police. I have experienced all of these things.”

“But! But things are different now.” He waved his hand as he spoke. “Do you know how many kilometers we just walked? Three miles. I saw 11 patrols and three police posts. It’s so cool. At least there are no security problems. That’s the basics of investing.”

John Chambers nodded upon hearing this, then looked at the other female assistant beside him.

“Mexicans have a lot of spare money, and local real estate prices have skyrocketed. When a place is perfect for nesting, migratory birds will stay there for a long time. Mexico City is very good, and its economy is developing very quickly.”

"So you mean we can move Cisco entirely from the US?" John Chambers asked with a smile.

The two advisors exchanged glances, and the female assistant smiled and said, "That depends on how much investment incentive Mexico can offer. But my personal suggestion is that if the differences are not too great, then agree to some of the Mexican government's demands. Anyone can see that the future of North America has shifted."

Canada?
That place is still in turmoil.

The previous Indian uprising was quickly suppressed. Three blows and Shiva? Sir, I believe in Amitabha!

But these people don't learn their lesson. Not long after the incident, they started causing trouble again, giving Canada a huge headache. Parliament even considered expelling the Indians.

“What if the United States makes a full recovery in future conflicts? Don’t say it’s impossible; Mexico can beat the United States, so nothing is impossible!” the male assistant said in a muffled voice. “Then, will we be purged because of political issues?”

John Chambers frowned; that was something he needed to think about.

What time is the registration meeting this afternoon?

"It's two o'clock in the afternoon, there's still one hour left," the male assistant said, glancing at his watch.

John Chambers nodded, stood up, threw the trash in his hand into the trash can next to him, and casually patted his pants. "Let's go back, take a shower and then go sign in. It won't be good to be late."

They hailed a taxi and drove to the hotel.

Mexico attached great importance to this investor conference. Banners were hung all over the streets of Mexico City. The conference venue, the "Mexican Leaders Hotel," is located three kilometers away from the National Palace. It was originally a hotel owned by a drug cartel, which was confiscated and renovated. It has about 400 rooms.

Red carpets were laid out outside, and reporters with long lenses and microphones took pictures of the entrepreneurs walking on the carpet.

Mexico wants to make this known to everyone!

Aside from requiring legal representatives of European and American companies to hold Mexican citizenship, this investor conference had no other mandatory requirements.

When AT&T CEO Robert Allen arrived at the venue in the Cadillac provided by the organizers, he looked at the carpet and felt a little nervous. He said to the person next to him, "I never thought I would be nervous one day."

The accompanying staff sitting next to him were unsure how to respond. They sensed a hint of resentment in his tone, but what could they do?
Mexico's communication technology is really advanced now. If AT&T doesn't cooperate, then we're really doomed.

When his car finally stopped, the doorman opened the door, and Robert Allen stepped out with a forced smile. Reporters swarmed around him.

"Mr. Robert, I heard you've become a Mexican citizen. What would you like to say about Mexico?" a female reporter asked first.

Robert Allen smiled and nodded, then composed himself, “I think Mexico has changed a lot, thanks to its great leader and a group of brave and hardworking people. I believe this country will go even further in the future.”

"Then, sir, what are your views on AT&T's prospects in Mexico?"

“Fantastic! This land is perfect for nurturing all kinds of businesses. I believe AT&T and the Mexican government have a very good partnership. Thank you. Excuse me, I’ll go in first, otherwise the ladies and gentlemen behind me will think I’m blocking their way, hahaha.”

Robert Allen declined the microphone and shook hands with the business department staff at the door with a bright smile.

You couldn't tell at all that he was grumbling in the car.

Everyone who came in signed their names, and nothing went wrong. What a joke! You dare to cause trouble? If you don't believe me, just look at the Alibaba founder, Tencent founder, and JD Logistics founder in Asia and even the world. How impressive they are on TV! They're like a wave of their sleeves, chatting with learned scholars and having no commoners among them.

But what about during meetings?

He sits straighter than anyone else.

Mexico follows an authoritarian path, unlike the United States. If you want to do business here, you have to be obedient, otherwise you'll be called a capitalist, and if you cooperate, you'll be called an entrepreneur.

Two names, two treatments.

A variety of food was prepared on site, including delicacies and pastries from various countries. Pastry chefs dressed in chef's uniforms made the food on the spot, which attracted many people. However, there was no fighting over food like in India.

Everyone cares about saving face.

The meeting began at 3:30 p.m.

President Cuauhmet and Prime Minister Casare, along with the President of the Imperial Bank of Mexico, Walter Funk, and the Mexican Minister of Commerce, Ludwig Al-Ahad, arrived at the scene.

Seeing that the seats were almost full, the big shots were still very happy. Of course, I don't know who didn't come. If you came, I might not know, but if you didn't come, I definitely would. Everyone was seated according to their assigned number.

If you don't come, there will be plenty of people to settle scores with you!
After everyone was seated, President Cuauhtór began his speech, casually fiddling with the microphone and resting his elbow on the table. "Welcome, everyone, to the Mexican Investors Conference!"

He paused for a moment, and the people below graciously applauded.

"I see many old and new friends. I know why you've come. Of course, to express our goodwill, Prime Minister Casare and I are attending together, in order to make this investor conference unique."

The fat guy next to him smiled and nodded at the camera at just the right moment.

"After the war on drugs and the war against invasion, Mexico has gained a foothold in the world. But we know that the economy is the key, and common development and win-win are the best things to do. I believe you have all seen what Mexico is like now. The people are simple and honest, and the public security is stable. It is very suitable for development. Moreover, the high-tech industrial park in Belize is under construction. There is no need to worry about the port, airport, taxation, and transportation. We will give it our full support."

"........."

While things were in session here, Victor was in his office playing with Caesar.

Krista Schroeder sat beside the father and son, smiling.

After all, he was his son, and he missed him after not seeing him for so long. "Just then," Krista came to deliver dessert, so Victor had someone bring him in.

How have you been doing at school lately?

Victor stroked his son's head and asked.

Caesar suddenly looked up and glanced at Krista Schroeder, who was clenching her fists so tightly that her fingernails looked like they were digging into her flesh.

“Great, I really like my teacher and classmates. I think they are all my good friends. And, when they cried, I comforted them, and the teacher even praised me,” Caesar said in his childish voice. “But when the teacher asked me why my dad didn’t come, I didn’t know what to say.”

Viktor looked somewhat guilty upon hearing this.

Krista Schroeder breathed a sigh of relief.

In fact, these were all words she taught her son. In order to make Caesar remember them, she taught them many times, using various methods to show that her son was good at uniting his classmates and to make Viktor feel guilty.

That achieves the goal.

This is really difficult for a 4-year-old child, but children are like blank sheets of paper, and can always be taught with patience. Moreover, Krista Schroeder found that her son had very good emotional control and a stubborn personality.

"Dad promises you, I'll visit your school whenever I have time, okay?"

Caesar nodded and continued playing with the toy in his hand.

“You’ve been working hard lately.” Victor turned to look at Krista Schroeder, whose heart skipped a beat as she tried to hold back her tears. “It’s nothing. I’m her mother. It’s what I should do.”

She is an ambitious woman.

She knows who she is "dependent" on now, and she knows how to please others, which is something Belsaria does not know.

One is an independent woman, and the other is a "smooth" woman.

It's not a matter of who's right or wrong, but rather who feels more comfortable in a man's heart.

Viktor's gaze softened, and he smiled, saying, "Your fish fillets are delicious. I'll come over for dinner tonight."

Krista Schroeder felt her voice trembling.

"Okay, I'll wait for you at home."

After playing around in the office for another ten minutes or so, and seeing that there was still some work to be done, we were about to tell them to go home when we heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opens.

Victor and Krista Schroeder's faces froze as Belsaria entered, carrying Brutus in her arms.

Rohus Misch, the Secret Service's deputy director and bodyguard, was scratching his head anxiously behind him.

They couldn't even stop one person. If it were Casare, he would have been much more agile and unpredictable.

The atmosphere immediately became awkward.

Just when everyone thought Belsaria would be angry, she smiled at Krista Schroeder, nodded, and then reached out to pat Caesar's head. "Is this little Caesar?"

Krista felt somewhat intimidated by the presence of the legal wife.

Looking at the two women, Viktor suddenly thought of a saying: "The struggle is not that it doesn't belong to women, but that it doesn't belong to the weak!"

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(End of this chapter)