America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 440 I am a little bird (this title is a bit funny, but it fits the content hhhh)

At the cemetery, Dessel's farewell ceremony is being held.

Eris stood in the center of the first row with a solemn expression, but her eyes were empty as if she had lost her soul.

He could no longer hear what the priest said. His self-protection mechanism after his brother's death was broken in the cruel farewell.

The passing of a life was of such magnitude that it was enough to suffocate Eris.

But he always has to face it.

".Amen~"

Old friends came forward one by one to bid Dessel a final farewell, and then hugged Eris.

Gradually, Eris's soul found a foothold in the mechanical movements, and his expression finally changed from numbness to solemnity.

"You need to pull yourself together, Eris."

Thomas was the last person to come forward. He was a friend of Eris and not familiar with Desel. He came here today just to show his appreciation.

"Yes, thank you for coming. It makes me feel better."

Eris replied subconsciously, and then the two of them were in awkward silence, not knowing how to continue the communication.

It was the fat young man who took the initiative to break the awkwardness.

"Why did you have a gunfight with Forbler in the first place? You could have just pretended to be arrested first, and Chan and Wolfe would have rescued you."

There was a complicated expression on Dormer's fat face. Eris patted his shoulder, shook her head, and did not answer.

The former dream chaser turned and looked at his brother once again.

The men were filling the soil with tools, and the black coffin was gradually covered by yellow soil.

"You don't understand, Thomas. Our destiny can actually be controlled by ourselves. Desel and I have always believed this for the past decade, and this time is no exception."

Eris's back looked very dejected, and a feeling of grief for the loss of another arose in Thomas' heart.

Being dragged into a situation is not a comfortable thing, especially when the risks are clearly laid out before your eyes.

"It's just that we were unlucky this time, that's all."

There weren't so many conspiracies, not so many compromises, it's just that two people with not too weak knees stood up a little bit, and as a result, they were easily crushed by the overflow risks.

This was a small clash between Cheng Daiqi's organization and the official American organization. The two sides just tried it out and quickly reached a peace agreement. Even Black Satan became Wolf's guest of honor.

But Dessel died in such an unclear manner.

"Your wanted warrant has been revoked. What are you going to do next?"

Thomas didn't know how to comfort the friend in front of him, and spoke hesitantly.

"How to do?"

Eris wanted to laugh.

The most despairing thing about the whole thing is that he has no specific target for revenge.

Are you asking the former president for his life?

Or take revenge on Foberle?

This is not just a mantis trying to stop a chariot, but a moth flying into a flame, both of which are dead ends.

The fierce clash of interests took his brother away, but as a vested interest, he did not even have the position to seek revenge.

Eris turned around, her eyes red again.

“Do what needs to be done, Thomas. Dessel is not the only brother I have lost to stand with you.

I can only keep going, walking further and further, so that their deaths won’t be so worthless.”

Original intention is a word that sounds beautiful, but losing original intention is a process that almost everyone must go through. Without disenchantment with ideals, the so-called original intention is nothing but a personal delusion.

When Eris came to America, America was in the golden age of the empire.

His youth was sucked away by this country. Now he is somewhat of a figure, but the country is falling into decline again.

The waves of the times forced him to become a tool of capital step by step, but he was valuable enough to be exploited, which was actually lucky in those turbulent times.
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The curtains were drawn in the room. The brown-red curtains blocked out the light from outside, making the room extremely dark.

The hostess who discovered that someone had been there checked each room one by one. Finally, she pushed open the door of the dark study and found that her husband, whose life or death was unknown, had actually come out alive.

"You're back?"

Mrs. Jia exclaimed subconsciously.

"Ah."

Her husband didn't say much, just sat there silently, looking at the phone in his hand.

The light from the screen reflected on his haggard face, making Mrs. Jia feel a little flustered.

"Are you OK?"

Lao Jia raised his head, looked at the woman, and forced out a perfunctory smile.

"It's okay."

Mrs. Jia walked to the window, pulled open the curtains quickly, and turned back to complain.

"Why didn't you send me a message? The kids missed you a lot during this time. I told them you were fine, but they're grown up and know how to read the news online.

My parents call me every day to ask about your situation, and I tell them, "Lao Jia, can you please say something?"

Looking at Lao Jia with dissatisfaction, Mrs. Jia found that Lao Jia seemed to have lost his soul. She walked to her husband with some worry.

"what happened to you?"

"I want to go back to my country."

Accountant Jia raised his head and looked at his ex-wife in the legal sense.

In order to escape, Lao Jia's methods were very thorough.

But China still has some rules after all. America's violence is ruleless, and those ridiculous methods are useless in America.

"Go back home?"

Mrs. Jia was really overwhelmed today.

First, her husband came out suddenly, and then he said he wanted to return home.

"You will be"

Lao Jia frowned and interrupted Mrs. Jia's words, and he explained.

"I won't go back to the mainland. My boss has already made arrangements. You can rest assured. He is the one who helped me get out this time."

Mrs. Jia still felt it was too sudden.

The once famous actress hesitated and said with tears in her eyes.

“I don’t understand the BEC situation, but Lao Jia, what are you trying to achieve by making such a fuss? BEC is rising now, and you are fine now, so let’s talk to your boss.

Yes, he is very powerful and we have to obey him, but if you work hard for him and go to jail for him, he can’t be so heartless, right?

Let's just live our own lives and stop making trouble, okay?"

Even if she hated Lao Jia, Lao Jia treated her well after all and he was the man she chose.

At this moment, Mrs. Jia only hoped that Lao Jia would stop making trouble and spend more time with the children.

Accountant Jia's expression was somewhat moved, but he did not hesitate for long and spoke in a calm tone.

"The purpose of my return this time is to finalize the Faraday Future Fuzhou factory. In addition, I also want to explain to the outside world that I, Accountant Jia, am not a liar."

Looking at Lao Jia, who looked haggard but full of energy, Mrs. Jia was speechless for a moment.

The face of this middle-aged man was so haggard, but his spirit was as high as a flame.

She hadn't seen such a Lao Jia for a long, long time!
This is the high-spirited spirit of the ambitious, this is the passion of the dreamer, this is the last hope of self-salvation for the big liar after he sinks into hell.

Lao Jia didn't want to accept his fate. Under the threats from Mr. Cheng and Gru, he refused to accept his fate. It was only when Mr. Cheng made promises that he would bow his head.

When he was working on BEC coin, he refused to accept his fate and flew around the world just to let the world see that he was not defeated.

Under the control of the LAPD, he refused to accept his fate. Sun Riye told him everything, but he kept it secret from beginning to end.

After being released from the police station, the first thing Accountant Jia did was not to go home, but to meet with General Manager Cheng. Perhaps, at that time, this man made a choice.

Eris's fate was forced to some extent, but it was mostly driven by initiative.

Unlike Lao Jia, he was completely forced to participate.

But now, he is enjoying it.

As long as you give, you will get rewards. An organization that can do this will gain loyalty in any era, loyalty of all kinds.

Lao Jia was willing to accept the trials and tribulations of life because he still wanted to change his fate.

Cashing out billions and running away to America is a scam, but successfully starting a second business in America is not a scam!

Lao Jia never lacks money.

He was not short of money when he was a son-in-law.

He is not short of money now.

What he wanted was to let the world know that he, Accountant Jia, was not a pitiful clown!

In the storm, Eris lost her loved ones, and Accountant Jia stood to the end under the pressure.

Now, Accountant Jia has only one thing in mind.

family?

Family affection?

All the ties seemed insignificant in the face of his ideals, or obsessions.

Only one thing matters.

He wants to fly.

Fly up where everyone can see you.

Tell them that I, Accountant Jia, have not lost yet!
Coincidentally, Mr. Cheng doesn't mind sending him to great heights.
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In the large conference room of Marriott Hotel, Black Satan is waving his arms with passion.

Thirty thousand dollars for a speech, this is legal income, and after tax there is still a full twenty-four thousand.

Twenty-four thousand may not sound like a lot, but it is enough to buy half a BMW and two square meters of room in New York City - about two-thirds of a toilet.

That's a pretty high price for a retired politician.

How many people pursuing the American dream have to struggle for two years or even three to five years for a toilet, while Black Satan only needs to stand there and output for a while.

Isn’t it said that the President of the United States is the ceiling of human career?

". In the future, you will be my successors. America is a big family made up of different ethnicities and cultures. We are all one family, we are all brothers and sisters. Only in this way can we realize our individual dreams!

Today, we stand at the crossroads of the times. We can make the right choices and meet the challenges! "

Black Satan ended his speech with a sentence of fearless hope, which won applause from the audience.

Fidel Lopez, who was sitting in the audience, even clapped his hands until they turned red.

Mr. Cheng didn't come after all. He didn't like having direct contact with these most sensitive people. It would seem too ostentatious.

However, although General Cheng has not arrived yet, his interests have already been implemented through Wolfe.

The two of them form a standard alliance of interests. President Cheng supports Wolfe, and Wolfe helps President Cheng. It can be considered a high-quality relationship with pleasant cooperation.

Fidel Lopez is a key link in President Cheng's political layout. In addition to asking Eris to pay more attention, President Cheng even explicitly mentioned to Niu Sen and Nancy that he hopes the California Gang can give him a hand.

Today, President Cheng brought him in front of Barack - the two-term president, the leader of the civil rights progressives, the king of the black caucus, and the black Satan of American politics.

Fidel Lopez followed Wolfe's footsteps and stood nervously behind Mr. Dracula, waiting for Barak to shake hands with him.

Black Satan saw him, smiled and patted his shoulder.

"Are you Fidel? I've seen your short videos, they're very creative."

Fidel didn't expect that Black Satan had actually watched his short video. He was a little nervous and spoke incoherently.

"Thank you, thank you, I admire you very much, Mr. Barack. In my heart, you are the greatest president of America!

The man on the stage now is a joke. He will destroy America. If it weren't for the constitutional obstruction, I think you would still be able to continue to be re-elected."

Wolfe's face twitched, and his smile seemed to freeze.

No, kid, how can you lick like that?

Flattery may be flattery, but your level of flattery is a bit too tasteless!

In fact, this is his limitation.

Wolf, who comes from a wealthy family, is worth billions, and became the vice chairman of the California Elephant Party Committee before even starting the campaign, will never understand.

It is impossible to understand how much people like Fidel, from a poor family or, to be more precise, the extremely poor and the lower class of society who do not own any means of production, desire opportunities.

Fidel likes his brother, no, sister?

Don't like it, never liked it.

But in order to catch the favor of fate, he chose to step into this game with his nose held.

After Eris was wanted, Fidel was able to meet the real man behind the scenes, and he realized how good the opportunity he had was.

So, when he met the former president and political giant Barak, he offered his loyalty without hesitation with the most flattering words and a face that seemed ready to kneel down and lick Barak's boots!

"What do you mean by obstruction under the Constitution? That's not quite accurate. I always respect the Constitution of the United States!"

Barak spoke righteously, first talking about his respect for the U.S. Constitution, and then hinting intimately.

"Moreover, every American citizen, regardless of status or position, can make his or her own efforts to make America a better place.

As I said just now, as long as we have hope in our hearts, we can face challenges fearlessly.”

The people around him began to applaud again, and Barak continued to shake hands, take photos, and even hug people one by one.

For a politician like him, this behavior has become a subconscious instinct.

The support of financial backers is part of it, but every politician who can stand at the center of the stage has enough campaign funds (campaign funds are not personal money), it’s just that the price of taking the money is different.

According to the game rules of vote politics, every time Barack shakes hands with someone and says thank you, he may convert a supporter for himself.

His personal political career has ended, but his faction is still there, and his influence as a political star must be maintained - otherwise, who would spend $30,000 to invite him to give a speech? Who would buy his book?
Make money, don't be embarrassed.

"Don't worry, he doesn't have anything against you, he's just maintaining his posture."

Noticing that Fidel's expression was actually filled with fear, Wolfe comforted him with amusement.

"You are Chan's man. Barack knows that. We have an agreement. That's why he mentioned that he has seen your video."

Fidel's expression became even more shocked.

He also thought
"You mean?"

Wolfe raised his chin, tilted his head and explained in a low voice.

"We have a cooperation with Barak, and you are an additional condition. Ha, it's mutually beneficial, you know."

Fidel felt a chill rising from his tailbone and running through his body in a flash, and he shuddered subconsciously.

He simply thought that the non-profit giant New Times was behind him, and he was a small investor of this giant in the political arena.

But now, he learned from Wolf's words that this was an organization that was directly competing with the former President of the United States and the most influential politician of the Democratic Party.

A secret society with no name, no organizational form, and no apparent leader.

"Okay, Mr. Wolfe, thank you and Chan for giving me the opportunity. I will try my best."

"What you just said is very good, but don't say it publicly. Just talk more about it in private."

"Mr. Wolfe, I am just a poor boy. Being taught by someone as capable as you is the best gift God has given me. Thank you."

"STOP! STOP! Don't tell me!"

Although his words were a little harsh, Wolfe already had some appreciation for Fidel.

Only by being so shameless and so proactive can one be a good politician.

You kid, you are a talented person!

(End of this chapter)