Working as a police officer in Mexico

John Chambers nodded, stood up, and casually tossed the trash in his hand into a nearby trash bin. He patted his pants, "Let's go back, take a shower, and then head over to check in. Being late wouldn't be good."

They hailed a cab and headed to the hotel.

Mexico placed great importance on this investment conference. The streets and alleys of Mexico City were adorned with banners, and at the Mexico Leader Hotel, located three kilometers from the National Palace, the venue was set. Originally opened by a drug cartel, the hotel was refurbished after being confiscated, offering around 400 rooms.

A red carpet was laid out outside, and photographers with long and short lenses snapped pictures of entrepreneurs walking on it.

Mexico wanted everyone to know about this!

For this investment conference, there were no mandatory requirements for company officials from countries other than Europe and America to hold Mexican nationality.

When AT&T CEO Robert Allen arrived at the venue in a Cadillac provided by the organizers, he looked at the carpet and surprisingly felt a hint of nervousness. He said to the person next to him, "I never thought I'd have a day to be nervous."

The accompanying personnel sitting next to him didn't know how to respond, feeling there was a bit of reluctance in his tone, but what could they do?

Mexico's current communication technology was strong. If AT&T didn't cooperate, it would be disastrous.

When it was time for his car to stop and the porter opened the door, Robert Allen squeezed out a smile as he got out, and the surrounding reporters swarmed forward.

"Mr. Robert, it's heard you've obtained Mexican nationality. Do you have anything to say about Mexico?" a female reporter asked, getting the first question.

Robert Allen smiled and nodded, arranging his words, "I think Mexico has changed a lot, thanks to its great leader and brave, hardworking people. I believe this country will go even further in the future."

"And sir, what do you think about AT&T's prospects in Mexico?"

"Excellent. This land is very suitable for nurturing various businesses. I believe AT&T and the Mexican government will have a very good collaboration. Thank you, excuse me, I need to head inside now, or else the gentlemen and ladies behind me will think I'm blocking their way, hahaha."

Robert Allen reached out to wave off the microphone, wearing a bright smile as he shook hands with the Ministry of Commerce staff at the door.

You couldn't tell he had just been complaining in the car.

Everyone who entered signed their names without causing any trouble. Are you kidding? Dare to make a scene?

If you don't believe it, look at the names that can be recognized in Asia, even globally in the future, like Alibaba, Tencent Transformation, and East Transportation. These business tycoons displayed such elegance on TV, waving their sleeves and conversing with remarkable scholars, with no ordinary folks around.

But during the meeting?

Sitting straighter than anyone.

Mexico was taking a centralized path, different from the United States. If you wanted to do business here, you had to behave, or else you'd be called a capitalist. Cooperate, and you'd be called an entrepreneur.

Two titles, two treatments.

The venue was also stocked with a lot of food, featuring delicacies from various countries. Pastry chefs in chef uniforms were making desserts on-site, attracting many, but there were no fights over food like in India.

Everyone had to maintain face.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, the conference began.

President Cuauhtémoc, Prime Minister Casare, Mexican Empire Bank Governor Walter von Ke, and Mexico Ministry of Commerce Minister Ludwig Erhard arrived at the scene.

Seeing the nearly full seating, the big shots were quite happy, of course. Who wasn't present? You might not know if you came, but if you didn't, I'd surely know. Everyone was seated in order by their number.

Not coming? There's always a settling of accounts!

Once a few people sat down, President Cuauhtémoc began his speech. He casually fiddled with the microphone, resting his elbow on the table, "Welcome everyone to the Mexican Investment Conference!"

He paused, and the audience sensibly applauded.

"I see many old friends and new ones. I understand your intentions here. To express our goodwill, both Prime Minister Casare and I are attending, aiming to make the investment conference exceptional."

The Fat Casare next to him smiled and nodded at the camera in a timely manner.

"Mexico has found its footing in the world after the anti-drug war and anti-invasion war. But we know that the economy is the hard truth, and joint development and win-win are what's good. I believe you've all witnessed the current state of Mexico, the simple people, and stable security, making it completely suitable for development. Moreover, the high-tech industrial park in Belize is under construction, including ports, airports, taxes, and transportation, giving you no worries. We will provide the greatest support."

"......"

While the conference was ongoing, Victor was amusing Caesar in his office.

Krista Schroeder sat nearby, watching the father and son with a smile.

After all, it was her own child she hadn't seen in a while, and she was a bit yearning. "Just coincidentally," Krista came to deliver some pastries, and Victor had someone bring him in.

"How's school going lately?"

Victor asked as he patted his son's head.

Caesar suddenly raised his head and glanced at Krista Schroeder, who clenched her fists nervously, her nails almost digging into her flesh.

"Very well. I like my teachers and classmates very much, and I feel they are all good friends. Also, when they cried, I comforted them, and the teacher praised me," Caesar said in a babyish voice, "But when the teacher asked why my dad didn't come, I didn't know what to say."

Victor's eyes showed a hint of guilt after hearing this.

Krista Schroeder, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief.

Actually, these words were all taught to her son by her. She even taught him repeatedly in various ways to get Caesar to be known for uniting with classmates and to evoke feelings of guilt in Victor.

That achieved the goal.

This was indeed difficult for a four-year-old child, but a child is like a blank slate; with patience, they can always learn. Besides, Krista Schroeder found that her son had excellent emotional control and a stubborn character.

"Dad promises to visit your school when he has time, okay?"

Caesar nodded and continued playing with his toy.

"You've had a hard time lately," Victor turned to look at Krista Schroeder. Her heart trembled as she tried not to let the tears fall, "It's nothing. I'm his mom. It's what I should do."

She was an ambitious woman.

She knew exactly whom she was "attached" to now and how to please others, something Belsaria would not do.

One was an independent woman, the other a "smooth" woman.

You can't say who is right or wrong, only that, in a man's heart, who makes you feel more at ease?

Victor's eyes softened, and he smiled, "Your fish fillets are delicious. I'll come to your house for dinner tonight."

Krista Schroeder felt her voice trembling.

"Alright, I'll be waiting for you at home."

After playing in the office for over ten minutes, just as Victor was about to let them go due to some work catching up, he heard a knock on the door.

"Come in."

The door opened.

Victor and Krista Schroeder's faces froze as none other than Belsaria entered, carrying Bruto.

The Deputy Director of the Special Service and his personal bodyguard, Rohus Mishi, was scratching his head in distress behind her.

Not even able to hold back one person, if it had been Casare, it would've already been flexible and adaptable.

The atmosphere instantly became awkward.

Just when it was assumed Belsaria would be angry, she simply smiled at Krista Schroeder and nodded, then reached out and touched Caesar's head, "Is this Little Caesar?"

In the presence of the aura of the legal wife, Krista unexpectedly felt a bit timid.

Watching the two women, Victor suddenly thought of a saying: "Struggle is not exclusive to women, but rather, not for the weak!"

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