Returning to the National Palace, it was already eight in the evening.
It was already the time to get off work.
Victor stood by the floor-to-ceiling window, a cigarette between his fingers, gazing somewhat wistfully at the myriad lights below.
Isn't this what he pursued?
Meanwhile, Casare, Kennedy, and President Qua Wuke Mot were discussing matters.
"I think we should organize a victory parade, preferably with a mass celebration formation. This is the first formal parade of the Republic of Mexico, and the scene must be grand!" Fat Casare was in high spirits now, looking entirely untired.
He could work overtime till death!
When you find that you are a shareholder of a small workshop, you remain indifferent, at most a little enthusiastic. But when you discover your company has an annual output value of over a hundred billion US Dollars, how would you feel?
To put it bluntly!
