"Alright."
Casare thought for a moment, "Boss, it's fine to get promoted, but spending over a billion US dollars at once—don't you think that's a bit too extravagant?"
"You're acting like a whining woman."
"The brothers follow us for one reason: to eat meat. So we stuff their cheeks full. Remember, as the leader, you can be greedy but never stingy."
Victor spoke like a wise elder brother to Casare.
He turned to look at the mirror, feeling something was missing, "Ah, fetch my brooch, first box in the left drawer."
The secretary by his side jogged over and quickly retrieved a small box.
Victor opened it and took out a brooch—a flying crested caracara eagle. He nodded with satisfaction, "Let's go."
He was heading to the grandstand to greet the incoming guests.
This was called etiquette.
The main parade route had been washed by water trucks since early morning, perfectly clean. And the road had been closed off five days ago, with all vehicles prohibited from approaching.
