"The Human Progress and Innovation Convention Organization? That's supporting anti-America with force!"
Back at the hotel, Vice President Albert Gore sank into the sofa, smoking angrily. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He threw his unfinished cigarette on the ground and couldn't help but speak to Angel.
"Mexico is digging up the United States' roots!"
Chief of Staff Angel Urenia furrowed his brows, massaging his temples in frustration, "But what can we do?"
"Do you know how many calls my secretary received during the negotiations?"
Albert Gore shook his head.
"24!"
The other person gestured with his hand, his face showing dissatisfaction, "24 leaders of financial groups collectively pressed me. I didn't pick up, but do I not know what they mean? They want me to agree to any demands Mexico makes!"
"National interest?"
Angel Urenia's expression grew more ferocious, "They couldn't care less!"
