(Playing on Normal/Aggressive, with all DAIM packs and a couple buxfixes. Let's see where this goes, shall we?
January 1st, 1936
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Presidential Estate
There was a knock on the thick oak wood door, a polite series of three raps on the knuckles. The man behind the desk slowly turned, setting down a handful of papers.
"Bueno. Come in, señor Hueyo." the stocky man ordered, crushing out a cigarette butt in the ashtray on his desk. The door opened, and a lean-looking man, with long features and a set of glasses perched on his nose, entered.
"Hola, Generalissimo Justo. You wished to speak with me?" the man asked. He was Ministro Economia for all of Argentina, and he wasn't looking forward to this at all. Not with the poor state of Argentina's industries after the civil wars.
"Yes, Alberto, yes I did. Sit down... because I'm going to give you a second chance." President Agustin Justo said, pointing to a chair. The ex-General could be frightening when he wanted to be, and he was looking very much like a tiger to Hueyo, who felt like a chicken being pushed into the tiger's cage to be eaten. Hueyo sat down and remained silent.
"Argentina has been wracked by civil war and strife for a long time. And the purpose of it all, Alberto, was to get us to where we are today, in this position. We may not have arrived in very good of shape, but we are here now. And it is this country's destiny to be a great power, afforded the same respect when spoken of as countries like Great Britain, France, Russia... and we must seize our destiny. We will seize it with every method at our disposal. And, before turning eyes to the rest of South America, something must happen, Alberto, and do you know what that is?" Hueyo was silent for a moment, nervously speaking up after a few long moments.
"No, señor, I do not know what it is you speak of. Would you tell me?"
"Of course... the first steps to power must be made at home. Only through modernization can we dig ourselves out of obscurity, only through knowledge can we become strong. I want you to begin an economic revival, Alberto. I want to see roads, I want to see factories. I want to see people working, I want to see people thinking. I want to see innovation and creativity. I want to see this country succeed! Do you think you are up to the challenge, Alberto?" Justo continued, his voice crescendoing louder and louder until the end, where his voice dropped to just a whisper with the question. Hueyo was still, his lips grasping dryly for words.
"Y... yes. If you order it... I am up to the challenge, señor Justo." Hueyo said, slowly.
"Good. I want you to begin immediately. From here, we will launch a campaign for the hearts and minds of our people, to make them open up to the world around them. Argentina must see past itself to the larger world around it. As for you, the economic power of all Argentina is at your disposal. Best of luck, señor Hueyo. You will need it." Justo said, and gestured for the stunned Economic Minister to leave. There was not a word said until well after the door was closed tightly.
"This is just the beginning..."
January 1st, 1936
Buenos Aires, Argentina
Presidential Estate
There was a knock on the thick oak wood door, a polite series of three raps on the knuckles. The man behind the desk slowly turned, setting down a handful of papers.
"Bueno. Come in, señor Hueyo." the stocky man ordered, crushing out a cigarette butt in the ashtray on his desk. The door opened, and a lean-looking man, with long features and a set of glasses perched on his nose, entered.
"Hola, Generalissimo Justo. You wished to speak with me?" the man asked. He was Ministro Economia for all of Argentina, and he wasn't looking forward to this at all. Not with the poor state of Argentina's industries after the civil wars.
"Yes, Alberto, yes I did. Sit down... because I'm going to give you a second chance." President Agustin Justo said, pointing to a chair. The ex-General could be frightening when he wanted to be, and he was looking very much like a tiger to Hueyo, who felt like a chicken being pushed into the tiger's cage to be eaten. Hueyo sat down and remained silent.
"Argentina has been wracked by civil war and strife for a long time. And the purpose of it all, Alberto, was to get us to where we are today, in this position. We may not have arrived in very good of shape, but we are here now. And it is this country's destiny to be a great power, afforded the same respect when spoken of as countries like Great Britain, France, Russia... and we must seize our destiny. We will seize it with every method at our disposal. And, before turning eyes to the rest of South America, something must happen, Alberto, and do you know what that is?" Hueyo was silent for a moment, nervously speaking up after a few long moments.
"No, señor, I do not know what it is you speak of. Would you tell me?"
"Of course... the first steps to power must be made at home. Only through modernization can we dig ourselves out of obscurity, only through knowledge can we become strong. I want you to begin an economic revival, Alberto. I want to see roads, I want to see factories. I want to see people working, I want to see people thinking. I want to see innovation and creativity. I want to see this country succeed! Do you think you are up to the challenge, Alberto?" Justo continued, his voice crescendoing louder and louder until the end, where his voice dropped to just a whisper with the question. Hueyo was still, his lips grasping dryly for words.
"Y... yes. If you order it... I am up to the challenge, señor Justo." Hueyo said, slowly.
"Good. I want you to begin immediately. From here, we will launch a campaign for the hearts and minds of our people, to make them open up to the world around them. Argentina must see past itself to the larger world around it. As for you, the economic power of all Argentina is at your disposal. Best of luck, señor Hueyo. You will need it." Justo said, and gestured for the stunned Economic Minister to leave. There was not a word said until well after the door was closed tightly.
"This is just the beginning..."