Capítulo 1547: Chapter 719: Just Never Had a Beating! (3)
At that mont, his private phone rang sharply.
The caller ID showed it was his father.
ndez frowned slightly, answering the phone with so impatience: “Hey, Dad, what’s up? I’m busy…”
“You idiot! Imdiately! Right now! Delete all that crap you’ve posted online! Not a single image, not a single word is allowed to stay!” On the other end, his father’s voice was unprecedentedly furious.
ndez was stunned by the yelling and instinctively argued: “I posted the truth! It’s the voice of justice! Victor, he…”
“Shut up! What the hell do you know about justice?! Do you know who just called ?! Soone from the Ministry of Internal Security, called directly to my private number! They asked if my son, ndez ndez, is spreading rumors and inciting subversion! If you want to die, don’t drag the whole family with you!”
ndez’s face turned pale instantly, but he was still a bit defiant: “How can they do this? This is a violation of freedom of speech! I…”
“Freedom? I’ll show you freedom!” His father was clearly losing it, “I’m telling you, ndez, right now, imdiately, delete everything clean, and if you ever dare to post a word about Michoacán again, I’ll freeze all your bank cards, repossess your car and house, and send you to manage security at that godforsaken mine in West Africa! You’ll never think of coming back to xico City again! I an it!”
“And then give all the assets to your brother.”
Hearing “West Africa mine” and “freeze bank cards,” all of ndez’s “courage” and “belief” instantly crumbled.
In the face of freedom and democracy…
It’s still the money that’s more important.
“I… I’ll delete, I’m deleting now.” His voice was dry.
“Imdiately! Tell when you’re done! Hurry up!” His father shouted angrily and hung up the phone.
ndez ndez looked at the computer screen, at the passionate posts and unyielding declarations he had just posted, his fingers trembling as he moved the mouse, clicking “delete” one by one.
With each click, he felt that a piece of his “dignity” and “perseverance” was also being erased.
In the end, his social dia account and forum posts turned into a blank slate, leaving only trivial content about food, drink, and entertainnt.
“My democracy!” he burst into tears.
This is what happens if you haven’t been beaten enough.
…
xico City, on the shaded running track of Chapultepec Park.
Victor and Casare, dressed in sportswear, were jogging along the winding asphalt road, followed a dozen ters behind by plainclothes guards, vigilantly observing the surroundings.
Their breaths were even, and they maintained a good rhythm.
Victor’s temples were sweating slightly, but his expression was relaxed.
“Felix did well over there in Michoacán.”
Victor spoke while adjusting his breathing, with a hint of praise in his tone, “He’s got guts, acts decisively, never hesitates to draw the gun when needed, and knows how to leverage when using people.”
Beside him, Casare responded humbly: “Boss, you’re too kind. He’s still young, prone to being rash in his actions. This ti he managed to avoid big trouble thanks to your and General Liszt’s support in the background. There are many places he hasn’t considered thoroughly yet and still has much to learn.”
Victor waved his hand, his breathing steady: “Young people need to be a bit impulsive and sharp, don’t they? Back in Tijuana, we also relied on that reckless drive to make our way through. Now so people, once they get to a high position, are scared to do anything, afraid of making mistakes, preferring to do nothing than to do sothing wrong. This kind of attitude is unacceptable.”
He paused, his eyes on the road stretching out in front, and continued: “Not daring to act is scarier than making a mistake. If we err, we can and. But if we can’t act, it’s rotten to the core, beyond saving. Felix is good in this respect, he’s willing to take on burdens and doesn’t fear trouble.”
Casare listened, thoughts racing as he contemplated Victor’s true intentions.
Victor turned his head slightly, giving Casare a glance, as if discussing sothing trivial: “Once the ss in Michoacán is completely cleaned up and the order stabilized, let Felix stay over there and serve as Governor. He can handle it.”
Despite being ntally prepared, Casare’s heart skipped a beat.
Governor!
That’s a position of a Feudal Official!
Although Michoacán is currently a ss, once reorganized, given its geographical position and resources, it has trendous potential.
This is both a huge opportunity and a heavy responsibility, further signifying that the Gonzalez family’s influence will formally root into the local area, driving a solid nail.
He quickly collected his thoughts, not showing any excitent. Instead, he was even more humble: “But, Boss, isn’t this burden too heavy? I’m worried he’ll let you down…”
“Experience cos from doing, not waiting.”
Victor interrupted him, “It’s decided. When you get back, let him know, tell him not to focus only on fighting but also to think about reconstruction after the battle. Stability overrides everything, but developnt is the hard truth. I want to see a renewed Michoacán, not a lifeless scorched land.”
“Yes! I understand, Boss.” Casare nodded heavily, his voice steady, “I’ll make sure to convey your instructions to him exactly and urge him to do his best, living up to your cultivation and trust!”
Victor grunted in acknowledgnt, speaking no further, and subtly quickened his pace.
Casare followed, his mind churning with waves.
Following the boss was definitely the right choice!
(… (Purely fictional!) …)
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