As the words fell, the dining table once again plunged into a deeper silence.
Everyone understood.
This was no longer a matter of investment amounts; this was "pledging."
Sending the future heirs of the family to "serve" in key departments of Mexico's new power structure.
This was both a hostage and a deeper bond. You could keep your wealth and technology, but your bloodline had to integrate into my system, accept my rules, to ensure your "loyalty" is sustainable.
Don't think Europeans and Americans don't care about bloodlines; they care a lot!
Family is also their button.
Larson's face turned slightly pale, Foster's fork touched the plate, making a crisp sound. Whitman closed his eyes.
They were all intelligent people, having been shrewd all their lives, and at this moment they were acutely aware: this was not an invitation for equal business cooperation, but an "offer" of recruitment on the opponent's territory of absolute advantage that could not be refused.
