Working as a police officer in Mexico

"Alright, meeting adjourned!"

With a swift wave of his hand, Casare left, surrounded by his entourage, and as soon as he left, the officials below started chattering away, constantly congratulating people like Fritz Schokel.

He's a feudal official now!

After the meeting, Casare went back to take a shower and change clothes before going to see Victor. How could he possibly meet the boss with the smell of smoke all over him?

He even deliberately applied some body wash; if the boss doesn't smell it, how would he know I showered?

This guy really thinks too much.

When he got to the rooftop, he was told the boss went to the gym downstairs, so he changed direction.

Sure enough, in the gym, he saw Victor in short sleeves, jogging with the help of others, and he recognized the person helping.

The female reporter from Singapore's United Morning News, Chen Lianlian.

Why is she here?

Wearing very little, the clothes couldn't even cover her navel.

She often used her "D" chest to rub Victor's arm. Bigger isn't always better for breasts; too big and they might sag. You need experience to know that.

Victor was obviously enjoying it...

Casare hesitated, somewhat reluctant to go forward. Right then, Victor saw him and called out, getting off the machine, while Chen Lianlian beside him handed over a towel.

This woman, she's quite perceptive.

"Supreme Leader." Casare called out, using this title because there were outsiders.

Victor understood as well and smiled at Chen Lianlian, "Thank you for today, Miss Chen, I appreciate it."

"No problem, it's an honor to accompany a man who dominates the battlefield and controls the winds of change." She complimented him, glanced at her watch, and said, "I have some things to attend to, so I'll take my leave."

"Mish, please see Miss Chen out."

The bodyguard, Rohus Mishi, nodded.

After she changed clothes and left, Victor slowly spoke, "This woman is too opportunistic, I don't quite like her."

But then he smiled, "Everyone has an opportunistic side, don't like it, but it doesn't stop me from thinking she has a great body, better than some models."

Fat Casare hesitated, "Boss, these journalists are the least reliable; approaching us is just for a big scoop..."

He meant: Boss, if you sleep with her, she can publish a book tomorrow titled 'My Affair with Victor.'

Don't think journalists are all good news...

Of course, there are good ones, but definitely not this Chen Lianlian.

Victor, thinking about this, was reminded of Belsaria, who was still giving him the silent treatment, and felt a headache, losing interest all of a sudden.

"Let's go, talk at the café next door."

The gym was next to a café, exclusive access, where even if no one came, staff were on duty year-round, with decent pay.

Victor ordered a cup of coffee, while Casare asked for fruit tea...

"Boss, GDP data is coming out in two days; should we announce it to the public?"

"How much this year?"

"This year's three quarters have already reached over 600 billion US Dollars, a 10% increase from last year. There's still one quarter left; this year could reach around 770 billion US Dollars!"

Look at that!

"Stealing a nation" really is the best way to get rich.

"Of course, announce it, boost the number to 1 trillion US Dollars."

"That high?!"

"High? The United States had 5 trillion US Dollars back in 1990. A high GDP is what attracts foreign investment. Next year, we need to focus on economic issues, do well in the Belize Industrial Zone and two new states. How about this, I'm planning an investor conference in October, inviting Mexican nationality businessmen to attend, and see if those Americans are interested."

"??? Americans?"

"Aren't they just Mexican nationals? As long as you tell them they can make money, they'll join Mexican nationality tomorrow. But when they join, tell them for these wealthy people, our personal income tax is very high, let them think it over themselves."

"I don't want to, when it's time to collect taxes, show up with planes, cannons, and tanks to reason with them."

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