Working as a police officer in Mexico

Victor shook his head helplessly.

"Ring ring~"

Just then, the phone on the table rang. Who would call the house for no reason?

Victor, chewing on chicken, walked over and picked it up, "Hello!"

His expression slowly became serious, squinting his eyes, his gaze fierce, "I understand, arrest them and interrogate severely!"

…

Tijuana, next to its iconic "White Arch", there's a fruit shop.

Not very large, about 300 square meters.

But in such a costly location, the annual rent alone is 90,000 Pesos, equivalent to 50,000 US Dollars.

There's quite a bit of foot traffic, after all, there are many people here and it's close to the tourist area.

And the owner of this shop is named Valentino Vieri, just from the name you can tell his background.

He's Victor's cousin, the second son of his father's elder brother.

Not young anymore, approaching 40, with skin that looks quite dark, life wasn't great before.

The family of three lived off his work as a rickshaw driver for others, but who knew his cousin would become… prosperous.

He had also met Victor, and in his own words, the authority emanating from that cousin was so intense, he didn't dare to meet his gaze.

At that time everyone thought he was going to make it big, after all, they were royal relatives.

Of course, Valentino Vieri began to live well too, every day someone invited him to eat and drink, not needing to spend his own money.

He would get drunk every day, and after drinking heavily, he'd go home and hit his wife. When his wife complained, he'd glare and tell her to leave, saying, "My cousin is a leader, why can't I marry a good-looking wife?"

Later…

Something happened.

The family began strict internal crackdowns, especially on those like him who had been reprimanded by Victor many times and were left to fend for themselves, though they could still get family fund loans.

If they continued to use his name to drink and socialize, they'd be prosecuted!

The quality of life for the royal relatives dropped overnight, many complained that Victor was inconsiderate, including Valentino Vieri, who found that once people realized he was of no use, they stopped inviting him to eat and drink.

Biting the bullet, he took a loan of Two Hundred Thousand US Dollars, brought his wife and child to Tijuana, and started a fruit shop.

The business was decent.

After just finishing a busy rush, as he was resting, he heard his teenage son who was munching a tangerine say, "Dad, Uncle Stuart is here."

Valentino Vieri looked up and saw a man entering the doorway, wearing glasses, appearing very ordinary.

This was his card buddy and drinking companion, whom he had known for over half a year, and had a good relationship with.

"How's it going? Sold out? Business is good huh?"

Valentino Vieri waved his hand with a smile, "Just hard-earned money, not like you relying on skill."

"Haha, don't mock me, I brought some food, let's have a drink at noon?" Stuart raised the vodka in his hand and said.

Valentino Vieri's eyes lit up, nodding vigorously, and he said to his son, "Go next door and order some dishes."

"Okay!"

The son jumped up and ran to the restaurant next door.

The two sat down and chatted about this and that. Forty minutes later, the restaurant owner next door brought over some food, a few people propped up the table and were about to indulge themselves.

"Sister-in-law, nephew, come join us for a bit?"

Valentino Vieri's wife smiled, "You all eat first, let me finish the accounting."

"Don't worry about them, let's drink a bit first."

He poured the other a drink first, then poured himself a drink and took a sip, looking sentimental.

"Come, come, let's eat."

The two of them drank one glass after another, Valentino Vieri's face flushed with the alcohol.

Stuart glanced into the distance where Valentino's wife was busy, looked at Valentino and saw his eyes were glazed over, and casually said, "I've heard you mention that you're related to Mr. Leader, right?"

"He's my cousin."

"Then why is your cousin selling fruits here? You must be bluffing, hahahaha, look at Gonzalez (Casare family), they have people running companies and holding high office..."

"How could it be bluffing?"

Valentino glared, muttering, "That cousin of mine just wants us to be self-reliant."

Stuart chuckled, "I think he doesn't consider you as part of his own."

"If he considered you his own, would Anthony still be selling fruits with you? He would've sent him straight to the Military Academy by now." He said, looking at Valentino's son nearby.

The boy heard his name and looked up, grinning with bits of meat still stuck on his teeth.

Stuart nearly lost his appetite.

"Maybe he doesn't even want to acknowledge you guys. I've seen too many who've made it big and didn't recognize their own relatives anymore, it's too common."

Valentino said nothing, just kept drinking.

Stuart's eyes twinkled, "Selling fruits won't make you much money, I have a business opportunity that guarantees you'll make a fortune."

"What?" At the mention of making money, Valentino's eyes lit up.

"You know I do media interviews for a Cuban company, it's tough work nowadays, a lot of people like gossip, I wanted to ask you some things about Victor, starting at 200 Pesos a piece. If I make a profit, we'll split it."

Valentino's eyes sparkled.

But he was hesitant, "No... it doesn't seem right."

"What's wrong with that? You're his cousin, I'm not asking for secrets, just some gossip, it could go up to 50,000 Pesos maximum!"

"Gulp~" Valentino swallowed, his eyes glowing, hesitating, "What do you want to know?"

"Does Victor come home every year? When exactly does he come back?"

"He comes to stay in Tijuana for a couple of days, last year it was December, this year it should be around these days too, but I don't know the exact day."