industrial overlord

Chapter 493 Political Strongman
Chatting along the way, the bus had already entered the urban area of ​​Caracas, Chu Hongyang stood up and said to everyone: "Leaders, now we have entered Caracas, the capital of Venezuela, and we have booked a bus for you that can overlook the entire city." A five-star hotel, that hotel is not far in front, and the car only needs to drive for another 15 minutes..."

As soon as he said this, he had to stop, because he saw a large parade crowd appearing on the road ahead, and those people waved colorful flags, slogans, etc., blocking the road tightly.

"Uh... I mean, if everything goes well, we should be there soon... But, it seems that something happened." Chu Hongyang started stuttering.

"What happened?" The factory managers all stood up and looked out.We all heard that there are demonstrations abroad at every turn, and the number of times these factory directors have gone abroad is not infrequent, but it is the first time to observe such a close-up demonstration abroad.

Chu Hongyang said to Lin Zhenhua with a bitter face: "Zhenhua, you are really unlucky. Venezuela is a country where there are usually no demonstrations, so how come you caught up with it once? I think this battle took less than two hours. We can't make it through."

While speaking, the driver had already parked the car on the side of the road, and the accompanying person Chu Hongyang found locally, Carmont, ran over from the passenger seat and said to Chu Hongyang in English: "Sir, there is a parade ahead, our car can't drive." It’s over, do you think we’re waiting here, or going somewhere else?”

"Can't we take a detour?" Chu Hongyang asked. He has been doing business abroad for these years, and he has become very fluent in English. He can even handle a few words in French and Spanish.You know, in Africa, Latin America and other places, French and Spanish are often used as official languages.

Carmont shook his head and said, "I don't think we can get around it. I just heard from the radio that at least 20 people will participate in this celebration parade today. If this is the case, then several roads around us will be paraded I think the best way now is to stop, there is a restaurant on this side, we can change the welcome banquet to the restaurant here, after the meal, the parade is almost over .”

Lin Zhenhua looked up at the parade, and asked Carmont, "Mr. Carmont, can you tell me what happened? I'm sorry, their slogans should not be written in English, I can't understand them."

Knowing that Lin Zhenhua is Chu Hongyang's boss, Carmont naturally added a little respect. He said, "Mr. Lin, in Venezuela, we use Spanish. As for those slogans, they support Zaviz's slogans. Zaviz is..."

"Zaviz!" Lin Zhenhua responded in surprise, "Why, is he now... the president of Venezuela?"

Carmont looked confused. He originally planned to introduce Zawitz to Lin Zhenhua, but he didn't expect that when Lin Zhenhua mentioned this person's name, he seemed to be talking about an old acquaintance.He quickly responded: "Sir, you mean, you know Zaviz? No, no, he is not the president. He launched an attempted coup three years ago and was imprisoned for it. He was granted a presidential pardon last year." Liberty. However, he has just formed a political party of his own and announced that he will run for the next presidential election."

"I see." Lin Zhenhua nodded silently.

"Zhenhua, do you know what Wiz is?" Chu Hongyang looked at Lin Zhenhua with admiration. He had stayed in Venezuela for so long and didn't know there was such a person. How did Lin Zhenhua know about it?
Naturally, Lin Zhenhua's time-traveling identity was at work again.Zaviz was a celebrity in Venezuela at the time, but not on the world stage.A few years later, he won the presidential election, was re-elected several times in one breath, and gradually gained a reputation internationally as a political strongman.

When the United States relied on its hegemony to issue orders to the whole world, Zaviz was one of the few national leaders who dared to say "no" to the United States publicly. He once called the future US President Bush "" The devil, the donkey and the drunk," and Zaviz sneered that Bush "has the habit of pulling out his cape because he can't respond to the questions the Venezuelan president asks" when he dared not confront him.Here, the allusion of "cloak" comes from the Spanish bullfighting tradition, which refers to the prop used by the matador to resist the bull.

"I heard Chen Tian introduce this person. According to Chen Tian's analysis, Zaviz is likely to become the new president of Venezuela." Lin Zhenhua gently covered up his foresight.

"It doesn't matter who is the president, as long as he can pay us." Chu Hongyang didn't have much interest in this kind of thing.In those days, not to mention business people like him, even senior government officials were very indifferent to international political issues that had little to do with China.At that time, China's eyes were only on its own one-acre three-point land, and there was no leisure to care about whether the people of the world were in dire straits.

Lin Zhenhua said: "Hongyang, I think Mr. Carmont's suggestion is feasible. Let's get out of the car first, find a place to have a casual meal, take a rest, and we will leave after the parade is over."

Regarding this plan, Huang Qingyu and the others had no objections, they could do whatever they wanted, not to mention that Lin Zhenhua was their financial backer, and everyone was counting on him to find business for them.

Although it was just a casual meal at a roadside shop, Chu Hongyang arranged a relatively high standard, including various local barbecues, corn pies, ham and nut bread, etc., as well as coffee and champagne. Let the guests who came from afar eat with a smile on their faces.

Lin Zhenhua had something on his mind, so he ate a few bites in a hurry, and then left the meeting with an excuse. Before leaving, he specially called the "local companion" Carmont.

"Mr. Carmont, can you take me to see the parade?" Lin Zhenhua asked.

"This..." Carmont had to look back and ask Chu Hongyang for instructions, but he got an affirmative answer.Chu Hongyang has full confidence in Lin Zhenhua's ability to judge, and Chu Hongyang definitely has no reason to object to what Lin Zhenhua wants to do.

"Well, it's a great honor to be of your service," Carmont said.

The two walked along the street, and soon came to the center of the parade scene.There was an open area, and a platform was set up in the center. On the platform, a sturdy man in a suit was holding a microphone and giving a speech to the onlookers.His voice is very loud, and every sentence he speaks is sonorous and forceful, supplemented by very provocative expressions and body movements.The onlookers were mesmerized, and there was a round of warm applause almost every minute.

"He is Zaviz." Carmont introduced Lin Zhenhua.

"Well, you're really young." Lin Zhenhua murmured softly.

"What did you say?" Carmont asked strangely. What Lin Zhenhua said just now was talking to himself in Chinese, and Carmont couldn't understand.

Lin Zhenhua did not answer Carmont's question, but pointed to Zaviz who was speaking, and asked Carmont, "What is he talking about, can you briefly translate it for me?"

"Of course." Carmont said, and then he began to translate Zaviz's Spanish into English for Lin Zhenhua:

"He said that the country's current two-party politics is nothing more than a system of political spoils, which cannot guarantee the interests of the poor. Today's politicians do not hesitate to sell the interests of the country in order to gain support from the West. This is a sign of the country's poverty. Roots. He wants to establish the foundations of a new republic to replace the existing system. This new republic should be the republic of the Venezuelans themselves.

He promised that if he is elected president, he will nationalize the oil industry and use all oil revenue to protect the lives of the poor.He wants to establish an independent industrial system in Venezuela that does not depend on any capitalist power.To make Venezuela no longer need to look at the faces of Americans, Americans need to look at the faces of Venezuelans. "

"Mr. Carmont, are you interested in his policies?" Lin Zhenhua asked casually.

"To be honest, I support his proposition very much." Carmont said with a radiant face, "Mr. Lin, I am a socialist, and I like your Chinese social system very much, which is why I am willing to serve Mr. Chu One of the reasons. Mr. Zaviz’s idea is to make Venezuela a socialist country, so I support him. If he is in the election, I will definitely vote for him.”

Uh... this socialism is different from that socialism, isn't it?Lin Zhenhua muttered secretly in his heart.He doesn't have a deep understanding of politics, so he can't tell what the similarities and differences between what Zaviz is doing and what China is doing.What he could recall was Zawiz's independent thought.Zaviz has always advocated that South America should be independent of the Western system, which is why Lin Zhenhua is interested in him.

"Mr. Carmont, if I want to get in touch with Mr. Zaviz, do you think he will be willing to give me this chance?" Lin Zhenhua asked cautiously.

Carmont was a little embarrassed, he hesitated for a moment, and said: "I think maybe he will be interested in this. After all, you are Chinese. According to my guess, Mr. Zaviz has some good feelings for Chinese people. However, What are you going to talk to him about?"

Lin Zhenhua smiled and said: "Mr. Carmont, you don't have to worry that I will talk about politics with him. You should have understood from Mr. Chu that I am just a businessman. My business produces oil and mechanical equipment. I just heard that Zha Mr. Wiz said that an independent industrial system will be established in Venezuela, and I would like to have a chat with him to see if there are any opportunities for cooperation between us.”

　Uh... In fact, the place where Xiaolin stays is another plane of the earth, so please don't use the things of this plane to be seated.Writing about a certain South American strongman is purely for Kobayashi to earn his money, and has nothing to do with doctrine.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)