In this interval,
Victor wanted to et with the Arican delegation.
"Boss, go take a bath," Casare said as he handed over a towel.
"No need, I'm not that delicate, let's go."
He moved swiftly, leading a group into the airport's reception room, which of course could not accommodate more than a hundred people; only a few key persons were present.
As soon as Victor entered, he didn't bother with pleasantries, but got straight to the point, "How do you want to negotiate? We've shown you our demands, do you agree?"
Donald paused, his brow furrowed tightly.
Victor's demands were nurous.
These included canceling the upstream reservoir retention on the Colorado River and canceling the previous agreent the xican Governnt had signed with the United States regarding providing water resources to the United States every five years.
Not recognizing any business proxy in xico held by Arican companies during the old xican era.
Demanding the United States recognize the north as the only legitimate governnt.
And so on.
There were more than forty in total.
And xico only had one.
To sign a peace treaty with the United States, not exacerbating the conflict between the two sides.
Not to fire the first shot.
Donald Rumsfeld said in a deep voice, "Perhaps we should sit down and talk."
Victor glanced at his watch, "Of course!"
Casare, quite perceptively, pulled out a chair for the boss to sit.
"You have ten minutes, no, eight minutes left."
"You should show goodwill in the negotiation, Victor. You know, your approach is exacerbating the conflict between the two countries and is not wise. If a dispute really happens, it will all be your fault," Diane Rodham said with a furrowed brow.
"Do you fancy her?" Victor asked Casare.
The latter was startled and chuckled awkwardly.
"Your husband is ssing around outside and can't satisfy you, so, why don't you co with my brother, I can fulfill all your political ideals."
!!!!
Donald was left dumbfounded, rubbing his temples.
That made Diane Rodham's chest heave with anger.
"Do you disagree?"
Victor slamd his hand down on the table, "If you disagree, what's your say? Expecting to back down? Are you Aricans wearing your asses on your faces? What the F* look, let tell you, I rember that incident when Raytheon Company and so scruffs launched missiles at Tijuana, you want to negotiate, I'm giving you face to talk. If you don't agree, tomorrow, I guarantee not one of Raytheon's executives will be left, offend , Victor, and you won't live to see tomorrow's sun."
"F* , giving you face and you disagree, we don't recognize the 'Guadalupe-Hidalgo treaty' either, one day, I'll take back those states!"
"Get out, go back and prepare your troops for a decisive battle."
Victor snorted coldly, turned, and walked away without a mont's pause.
He flipped the table over.
You think I'm playing house with you?
Diane Rodham, who'd never encountered Victor, was imdiately frightened by his fierce deanor.
He... won't hit a woman, will he?
Anyway, it was a matter of convenience.
Donald Rumsfeld knew it would be like this!
The United States had no fault in treating other Latin Arican countries as their backyard, but when their asses catch fire, it's really on fire, look at xico now, even a slight kick from a football team is considered smuggling.
But, whether you guard early or late, you still end up eting the devil.
Who knew, Cuba didn't really react, but xico under our very eyelids rose up and began to have the capability to strike within Arican territory.
Currently in the United States there are two factions.
One is the Dove Faction, which maintains peace with xico as much as possible, based on so peace activists, financial tycoons, and grassroots farrs.
The other is the Hawk Faction, who, while the opponent is not yet fully united across xico, aims to directly send troops to suppress the northern regi, accepting necessary sacrifices, even if it ans blowing up all border towns, it's more comfortable than being flipped at the negotiation table.
Donald Rumsfeld is their representative.
Along with so military industrial complex bosses and so ambitious characters.
To fight or to talk...
The acting President chose negotiations.
The political arena couldn't endure another upheaval.
Arican elites only wished for a stable transfer of power.
"Wait!"
Just as Victor's left foot was about to step out, Donald Rumsfeld finally spoke.
"Sit down, Victor, let's not use these little tricks, we can continue to talk properly."
"The water resources of the xican people must be controlled by us!"
"Agreed."
Victor smiled, sat back down, "Four minutes left."
Donald sighed and began his "head-to-head confrontation!" with Victor.
...
Half an hour later,
Victor walked out of the eting room, thoroughly satisfied.
He even extended his hand to shake with Donald, "old defense minister, if the Yanks ever look down on you, you can co to xico, where I can appoint you as the defense minister!"
The old man couldn't help but give a rueful smile, "I'm an Arican, I won't betray my holand."
Victor just smiled, unbothered.
Today's negotiation results, when reported back ho, would be his to enjoy.
Before leaving, he cast a significant smile towards Diane Rodham.
"You really are setting up a grand backdoor for your son-in-law," she didn't dare to confront Victor directly, after all, he was truly a madman, and might actually hit her, while Donald was a "rules" person.
Hearing her slightly mocking words, the old man didn't start a quarrel either.
He sincerely wanted to get things done.
But Arica is all bureaucracy; it's hard for them to produce a real leader in such situations, and if Donald didn't agree, it could stall for a long ti.
Donald knew that, after this return, he would probably have to be the scapegoat, and he aged greatly in just a mont.
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