This banquet was organized by St. Jose and Klein. St. Jose, who had a bulging pocket, was a little proud.
This was the first formal banquet he attended after time travel, and he invited the powerful military figures and some family branches and celebrities in the city.
Different from going to a pub to drink and eat meat some time ago, this time it was considered a high-end game, and I was somewhat excited.
Hotel Aclara is one of the party hotels in Cordoba. It is famous for its elegant decoration. With a height of 16 floors, it is one of the few high-rise buildings in Cordoba. It is one of the best places to overlook the city scenery. One, second only to the San Martin International Hotel in the city.
Moreover, the Aclara Hotel's specialty tequila liquor is well-known far and wide. It is imported from distant Mexico. It has a refreshing taste and is a good drink that even Americans praise.
I heard that it was a treasure of underground prohibition during the Great Depression. Although the Americans had already lifted the prohibition, the name of tequila had already spread throughout the Americas.
Argentina's locally produced alcoholic beverages are mainly wine and beer. The beer technology comes from Spain and Germany, and the wine comes from Italy and France. It is now the largest wine producer in South America.
There are also several small wineries in the province of Cordoba, which produce local wine and beer, and the taste is not flattering.
It can only be said that it is a little better than drinking water. The really delicious wine comes from the Mendoza region at the foot of the Andes Mountains, followed by the San Juan Province. In fact, it is not far from the Cordoba Province, but the level is better than that there. Much better.
I'm still not used to the wine here, and the bottled beer here is too watery, low in alcohol content, and tastes so-so. There's always something wrong with drinking instead of cold beer.
There is a saying that the draft beer produced locally tastes pretty good, but because it is not sterilized and is inconvenient to store, it can only be purchased near the brewery, so you can only drink it occasionally. Most of these breweries are located in suburban areas.
The locally produced draft beer from the Wilder Factory has white and delicate foam, a clear aroma of fresh hops, and a refreshing and mellow taste. However, it is strange that the cooked beer they produce does not taste good, or even quite bad. Maybe it is due to the production equipment. .
Now in terms of life, Argentina is really backward. It is closed to the country and lacks domestic electrical and electronic equipment. Argentines are quite generous in redistribution and are relatively rich, but the money is useless and no one will sell it to you.
This situation is a bit like the Soviet Union in later generations. Although the Soviet people had a lot of rubles, they didn't have much to buy. The Bilon government forced high wages and offended factory owners and industrial and commercial owners because high wages led to high production costs. The quality of the product is not good either.
There are not even many ordinary household refrigerators. Only the rich can afford them, and they are secretly smuggled. The weather is colder. The local beer is really not good, and the taste is average. Although San Jose can afford a refrigerator, it is not necessary. With this money, we cannot produce refrigerators in China, and smuggled goods from abroad are too expensive.
Only the tequila produced in Mexico has the right taste, is strong enough, and has a high alcohol content. The predecessor of St. Jose had a huge alcohol capacity, and it was said that you can drink two pounds of liquor without interruption.
However, he usually mainly drinks beer and wine, nothing else. He used to like saving money, and his goal was to buy a house in the capital. Unfortunately, the housing prices in the capital were not something that Saint Hesse could touch in the past.
Moreover, the financial industry is also quite backward, and the real estate industry is also lagging behind. There are not many local construction companies. Now you can only buy a house with full payment. A house in Buenos Aires costs more than 1 million pesos.
A single-family house in Cordoba now costs about 400,000 pesos, so my predecessor was crazy about making money, using somewhat dishonorable methods. He was not willing to spend money. He usually just drank wine or even ate and drank. I've had some, but it's innocuous.
Of course, this situation will soon be ended. The Bilong government has begun an ambitious housing construction plan, raising funds to develop real estate, targeting housing for ordinary workers.
Tequila is not made from grain. It can now be said to be the best smuggled product. Today, American products and American life are highly respected in the country. Unfortunately, the Bilon government has offended the United States, and people do not take it to play at all.
Even tequila from Mexico is crazily smuggled and appears on the tables of many wealthy Argentine aristocrats. Because they cannot spend foreign exchange pounds, they can only buy some luxury goods to maintain their lives.
For St. Jose, tequila can only be said to be barely passing. In terms of wine culture, China is still great. Moutai Wuliangye and these are the real good things. Maybe if you have money, you can import some, or maybe then Get a winery and make some yourself.
There were about eighty team captains and some local families with whom they had good relations, as well as celebrities in the city.
This time, in order to unite and get to know some celebrities, we spent a lot of money. The cost of booking hotels and wine shops exceeded 100,000 pesos. Saint Jose sponsored 60,000 pesos. If the original Saint Jose certainly did not have this courage, I also felt distressed for a long time.
Arriving at the entrance of the Aclara Hotel, he parked the three-wheeler and walked towards the hotel entrance. The reception had not even started yet, and Saint Jose considered himself to be half the organizer.
So I did a simple greeting job at the door of the banquet, wearing a high-end custom-made tuxedo that was well-tailored, with my hair styled into a bun, showing a handsome face with a false smile, and greeted the guests one by one, with a small smile on my face. He made a face and almost made his mouth sore from laughing.
The protagonists of the wine party this time were not Saint Jose, but the commander of the city defense army, Little Thomas, as well as his sworn enemy, Councilor Zhangpus, his fair-weather friend Abel, and other prominent figures in the city.
The whole banquet had a bit of a lively atmosphere. There were only a few Gaucho captains, and most of the others were white captains, engaging in a hypocritical social interaction.
St. Jose even boasted a little bit with Zhang Pus and had a simple "friendly" exchange.
"Hey, Mr. Zhangpus, I heard that your shepherd dog has disappeared." St. Jose said with a smile, looking at the well-dressed clothes, and also combing the most popular big back hair, but it was somewhat deliberate. The pretentious Zhang Pus said with a bright smile.
"Captain Saint Jose, you are very well-informed. I heard that Gauchos like to do this kind of petty theft. Hey..." Zhang Pus shook his head and pretended to sigh.
I exchanged a few casual words with Zhangpus, excused myself to go to the bathroom, and went to chat with people elsewhere. It seemed that I just came here to tell Zhangpus that his dog was missing, which made Zhangpus feel that he had no power to use.
Zhang Pus graduated with a major in law, and he was very good at talking. He was a professional, so Saint Jose didn't say too much to him for fear of not being able to say enough.
St. Jose wandered around the entire banquet all night, and also tried hard to blend in with the entire banquet. This was a considerable challenge to St. Jose. He was not a good dancer.
At most, he was a powerful team leader, and at most he just drank and ate with some gauchos in food stall-style restaurants and taverns, making skewers and eating barbecue. The local food culture of Cordoba came from It is a fusion of Spain and Italy, and the Gauchos also have some Indian ancestry, so they have a bit of everything and a lot of things mixed in.
Saint Jose spoke with a pure Iberian accent, and from time to time he made some innocuous upper-class jokes with these people. He also seemed relatively mature and stable, and finally became one of the focuses of the banquet, attracting the commander's attention.
Little Thomas had a simple mustache and glasses. If he were not an officer commander, he would have been thought of as an elegant scholar and professor.
Mr. Commander briefly chatted with St. Jose, and the golden words came out frequently, which made him feel a little impressed by St. Jose.
It was a new understanding of this Gaucho subordinate, and his previous understanding of the commander's arrogance was completely shattered. His intuition told him that this was a truly scheming old fox. Although he was not old, he should pay more attention to things in the future.
Little Thomas also praised St. Hesse, "There are so many teams among you, but I think your team is neat and tidy and trains every day. Then you can consider joining me as an adjutant."
St. Hesse did not directly agree, but felt a little cold on his back. It turned out that his performance was being watched by others. He just said thank you to the commander for his cultivation, acted very excited, and said that his ability was still a little bit behind.
I also saw several people nearby behind the commander, protecting Commander Tomps in a special position. One of them seemed to be the leader, but Saint Jose did not dare to continue talking.
After the general goal was achieved, the banquet just started in free mode. I asked the waiter to get a glass of tequila and walked to the hotel's buffet. The food was quite rich.
I was too busy today to eat well, so I just had some delicious food to fill my stomach.
The banquet was a buffet, and the food on the table was quite rich, including Antarctic tuna, Pampas beef, Iberian ham, Pueren turkey, Santa Rosa lamb chops, French foie gras, and North American caviar. , all kinds of seafood, oysters, scallops, lobsters, etc., as well as some exquisite meat skewers, vegetarian food, cream cakes, sour soup, and some Brittany thorn juice drinks.
"The calories seem to be quite high." Saint Jose looked at the rough turkey meat on the small plate and ate a piece. Well, the processing was pretty good, and the earthy smell was almost completely covered up.
I took other delicacies and tasted them one by one. This time I was bleeding heavily, so I had to eat more.
No wonder these little aristocratic congressmen all have big bellies. They eat so much fat every day. It would be strange not to gain weight.
However, most of the team captains in the army are relatively well-proportioned. After all, the army still needs some training, and the food in the canteen is relatively simple... or even unpalatable. They often go out secretly for tooth beating ceremonies, even though this is expressly prohibited behavior.
St. Jesus ate some meat in the corner first. Except for turkey, the taste was basically okay and the nutrition was quite rich. However, he was not used to eating some raw seafood. St. Jesus was afraid of parasites and missed China. of stir-fry.
Recently, I have been eating traditional Western and Southern European food, such as pea soup, chickpea stew, pasta, etc. The cooking techniques are quite rough, and the sweet and sour taste is still a bit unfamiliar.
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This banquet was not a particularly formal large-scale banquet, and most of the attendees from local families brought their wives.
Saint Hesse was chatting with a noble lady next to him. This was one of Saint Hesse's goals. He wanted to hook up with some wives of congressmen in the city and have some fun. This would improve his status to some extent and get some tidbits of news. .
"Mrs. Sias, you look so radiant today."
"Mr. Saint Jose is also dressed very appropriately today..."
Saint Jose gradually adapted to the rhythm of the banquet, his expression was not as stiff as at the beginning, and he danced a song with Mrs. Sias in front of him.
Of course, when a lady in her fifties frequently ogled Saint Jose, Saint Jose decisively refused again.
Most of the colleagues from the National Defense Force did not participate this time. After all, the main body of the banquet was the City Guards. Occasionally, those who wanted to participate declined after consideration.
Sanjesé briefly chatted with most of the people, got some new news, and stood on the balcony to watch the night view. There was a breeze and no rain tonight, overlooking the city of Cordoba, which was dotted with lights.
The banquet lasted for three hours, and the goal was basically achieved. At least the cannery in San Jose could be protected by the commander in a short period of time. As for the price, it was a protection fee of 20,000 pesos a month. As a small group, in the end I don’t feel sorry for not being able to achieve it.
Saint Jose left the meeting early. Although the Gauchos were the majority of the family, they were still unreliable. The entire Gaucho group only numbered a few hundred thousand.
The wealthy Saint Jose has a deeper understanding of the local forces in Cordoba. If the National Defense Forces want to take a bite here, it is probably possible, but the commander is not as incompetent as the rumors say.
It is indeed not easy for someone in his thirties to become the commander of the Cordoba City Guards, even if he relies on some family influence.
These councilors and officials are all smarter than monkeys and have a huge influence on the city of Cordoba.
These congressmen made some insignificant promises, empty promises, etc., and they just handed them over without any drafts. If Saint Jose had not been tricked, he would have almost believed them. As expected, heroes in the world cannot be underestimated.
Cordoba is now a land of right and wrong. San Jose, which has a shallow foundation, still needs a long way to go before it can gain a firm foothold.
But if you can hug the biggest thigh currently, it won’t be considered a failure. You’ve seen a little bit of the world.
I returned to my residence, cooked some hangover soup, calmed down, summarized the gains and losses of the banquet, thought about it over and over, read a book for a while, and fell asleep.
This trip to the Aclara Hotel can basically be said to be a failure. Most of the people who were attracted were drunkards, and some of the socialites who came were here to catch rich men. The only real power holder was the commander, but luckily he was able to follow him. The commander said a few words, this wave is still not a loss.
It's just that the 50,000 pesos was spent so unworthily and was tricked by others. It was because St. Jose had a soft ear and gave away the money when his head got hot.
How silly of me, really, thought Saint Jose.
