In a tent on the banks of the Arumas River.
After hearing what Mod Amon said, Santos stared at him silently. He understood what he meant.
Mod Amon was sitting with his legs crossed, smoking a cigar, looking very relaxed, also looking at Santos.
This posture and expression were totally different from the attitude a subordinate should have when meeting with the general manager. In fact, the other party showed an undisguised sense of oppression at this moment!
The atmosphere in the entire tent became a little depressing for a moment, and no one spoke.
After weighing the matter in his mind for a long time, Santos clenched his fists under the table, and then slowly released them.
“Bang!”
Santos suddenly pulled out a chair, stood up, and knelt on one knee in front of everyone, bent down and said, "Uncle Modamon, in my eyes, you are as great and shining as my father. You once helped him fight wars in the south and the north, consolidated the territory of Mexico, and allowed hundreds of millions of people here to live in peace. Now, although I have become the Minister, I still hope that you can continue to play your role for our hometown and our nation. In my heart, you are the real leader of this regime!"
This sudden scene left many people stunned, including some officers and guards, who had no idea what was going on.
In their opinion, this is not what a leader should do at all!
Because this is an absolute disgrace!! It is a rare compromise of the highest authority!
Next to him, Mod Amon was not surprised by Santos's action. He didn't even intend to stand up to help him. He just sat calmly on the chair, crossed his legs, and looked at the young general.
It seemed as if Mord Amon was trying to regain his balance after the days when he had to grovel and bend over backwards.
Mod Amon didn't say anything. Santos just knelt there with his head down, so his expression couldn't be seen clearly.
Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng were sitting nearby. Seeing this scene, they felt somewhat uncomfortable. After all, the leader of their partner had compromised by kneeling down.
Even though they were unhappy, there was nothing they could do now. The two could only remain silent and not say anything.
After a long time, Mod Amon finally put down his cigar, sighed and said: "My child, I am old and no longer as brave as I used to be. I even have a hard time breathing when I walk. Now I have to rely on a lot of medicine every day to maintain my poor health. I really want to lend you a helping hand. This is what I really mean..."
Mod Amon said, turning his head and pointing at Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng who were sitting beside him with his cigar-holding fingers: "But I am glad that you have friends from other nationalities around you. They can help you. You no longer need a poor old man like me, don't you? The series of policies you have now and in the Chinese area are all decided by you. You have sufficient political wisdom and courage. As your uncle, I am happy for you."
After hearing this, Santos became even more silent.
Zhao Weihu frowned, and Fei Pingsheng also secretly clenched his fists.
Mod Amon paused, took a puff of his cigar, and continued to say to Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng: "Friends who have come from afar, I sincerely welcome you, and I believe others do the same. Look at the privileges you have in the Laomo area. Your troops can freely enter and exit the defense zone of any armed force, and at the same time have our most superior supplies, and even have their own territory here. God is my witness, I am happy for your situation, and all the people, soldiers, and generals here should salute you."
Zhao Weihu and Fei Pingsheng naturally heard the hidden meaning of these words. In addition to the young commander, this old warlord also wanted to put strong pressure on Longcheng.
Fei Pingsheng looked at the situation in the house, weighed the pros and cons, stood up first, and saluted slightly to Mod Amon: "Dear General Mod Amon, we have always been grateful to the old Mexican government and army for giving us generous conditions and political privileges, so that we have a place to survive. So, I have always wanted to express my gratitude to you!"
Having said that, Fei Pingsheng looked at Santos again, gritted his teeth, knelt on one knee, and then said loudly: "I also thank you for your care for us all the time! I hope that General Mod Amon can form a deep friendship with the Mexican official army and the Renmin Army to jointly resist foreign enemies! Because this is not only a matter for overseas Chinese, but also related to the safety of the Mexican people! I believe that with your character, you will shoulder the national responsibility!"
After saying these words, Fei Pingsheng turned around and looked at Zhao Weihu, and the two looked into each other's eyes.
Zhao Weihu understood what Lao Fei meant, and also knew what he needed now and what the overseas Chinese in Longcheng needed. So he paused, his face flushed, clenched his steel fists, pushed the chair away, and slowly knelt on one knee towards Mod Amon.
The old warlord turned his head and looked at him with his legs crossed.
Zhao Weihu took a deep breath and said in a deep voice: "I also hope that General Mod Amon can fully support us and jointly resist foreign enemies!"
Mord Amon sat there, his eyes slowly sweeping over the three people kneeling on the ground. After a long while, he smiled and stood up, stretched out his hands, and helped them up one by one, saying, "Today, not only I have seen your sincerity, but my family and my troops have also seen your sincerity. However, I need some time to discuss many things. After all, we have always been an allied country, and before we can implement a plan, we must get the consent of the majority."
Santos nodded and said, "Of course, dear uncle."
Everyone sat back in their chairs, and Mod Amon continued, "My chief of staff will be here tomorrow to discuss the details with you."
"Thank you very much." Santos said with a smile, "I hope we have a good start."
…
An hour later, everyone ended the meeting and left the tent.
Mod Amon got into his military vehicle, and the Chief of Staff beside him finally asked, "General, what do you think of this matter?"
Mod Amon leaned back in his chair, closed his eyes and said, "I think Santos and the Chinese have given us enough respect. It's obvious that he needs us... In fact, negotiating with the Chinese district is also a good choice, but it depends on what kind of price they can give us. At least it should be much higher than the first district, because our negotiation priority is always after the Santos regime. We must strive for our absolute rights, because our armed forces can determine the victory or defeat of the Old Mexican battlefield, and even the Dragon City battlefield! Obviously, Santos and those Chinese have also seen this."
The Chief of Staff nodded.
"Ding Ling Ling!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the phone rang. Mod Amon picked up the phone and asked in a low voice: "Hello?"
Kang Dinghuang's voice rang out from the microphone: "Dear General Mod Amon, I heard that a lot of things happened in the Laomo area today."
Hearing this, Mod Amon paused for a moment, but soon smiled and said, "Yes, I met him, but we just had a casual chat. The war is imminent, and we need to calm this young commander down."
Kang Dinghuang said very directly: "General Mod Amon, you can't take my money and show goodwill to Santos at the same time."
Mod Amon said firmly: "Don't worry, our friendship is more important than anything else."
Kang Dinghuang nodded and said, "I hope so. We are about to launch a general attack as well."
The cunning Mord Amon immediately replied: "I have been waiting for such an opportunity."
…
On the way back, Zhao Weihu, Santos, and Fei Pingsheng didn't say anything, because they all knew that today was definitely a humiliating day!
After thinking for a long time, Santos turned to Zhao Weihu and said, "Looking back now, what the new General Wang Dingyuan said makes some sense."
Zhao Weihu said with a gloomy face: "... All the people I knelt before are dead. I hope that this Mod Amon can give the same return as today's incident within the limited time."