America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 445: The ongoing stage leaves no time for you to hesitate!
"What do you want him to do?"

Cheng Daiqi put down his fork and started wiping Mi'er's mouth as if he was taking care of a mentally retarded child.

How should I put it? Simple comfort that is full of formalism can actually have a very good therapeutic effect.

"Mayor of Saint-Lo. He has fame, qualifications, and status. He can actually try to run for mayor of Saint-Lo."

Well, after Mr. Cheng said this, Mi'er was so shocked that she didn't even care about eating her lover's grapes.

"Chan, are you kidding me with Wolfe?"

Brother, are you so crazy?
The president also looked at Mr. Cheng in confusion.

Old Crusoe has some qualifications, but his foundation is ridiculously shallow, and the California Elephant Party does not have enough resources to support Wolfe and help old Crusoe become the mayor of San Lo.

In the distance, old Crusoe was still talking nonsense passionately, while Mr. Cheng and Wolfe and others in the corner had already begun to compose the music for his fate.

He is a billionaire, he is a veteran of old money, he is a family leader, he is a well-known real estate developer in California, and he is the leader of the MAGA faction of the California Elephant Party.

But under the order of capital, the power of the individual is as ridiculous as a dandelion in the wind. Not to mention resistance, they can't even decide when and where to fly.

Even if you are a billionaire or a president, you cannot decide.

"Opportunities cannot be found by waiting. You need the determination to create opportunities and possibilities. Wolfe, don't tell me you don't understand this."

This boring suppression could not arouse even a ripple in Wolfe's heart. His good point is that.

"Chan, from what you said, do you really think that old Crusoe might have a chance?"

Cheng Daiqi looked at Mi'er, then at Wolfe, and said in a low voice.

"Of course, why not?

The vast majority of people in this world, no matter how brilliant and heroic they are, cannot control the course of events.

The smartest people came together and created the great America we have today.

Don't think your enemies are too powerful. We will do what we can. As for the outcome,

Cheng Daiqi hesitated, but quickly made a decision, or rather, made up his mind.

This world is an ongoing stage, and there is no time for Mr. Cheng to hesitate too much.

“Friends, I must remind you that the situation we will face in the future may not be optimistic, or in some aspects it will be extremely pessimistic.

But this is not a reason for us to give up. Judging from the effect of the language, you may feel like you are listening to nonsense and deception from me.

But, I am serious!

Our opponents are the most vicious people, the smartest people, the greediest people, and so on, a collection of the most extraordinary groups. I can assert today that there will be failure, and it will be failure again and again, and maybe even failure that has no end in sight.

But the three of us cannot give in, we cannot be afraid.

Regret, fear, guilt, self-blame, these emotions can exist, but don't let ridiculous emotions control your life.

Wolf, this is our career, and today is great, great for you, great for me, but even so, it's just a new beginning in our career.

This is not the end, far from it!"

What should a leader do?
Should I flatter the enemy without knowing why?
Should I go through the trash can to see if anyone is secretly wasting money?
Should I secretly invest in stocks and lose all my money, and then use public funds?

Should I take care of everything regardless of its importance?

No, all Mr. Cheng has to do is to keep the organization running well, and that’s enough.

Being a big brother, if you try to do everything yourself, you will end up being a clown - definitely. (I hesitated when writing this. On one hand, I wanted to write 2,000 words freely, and on the other hand, I wanted to be a conscientious person. It only took me a second to choose conscientiousness.)

However, even though Wolfe and Temir are already elites among the American elites, they are still somewhat frightened by President Cheng's declaration of extremely anti-American values.

"Chan, are you too pessimistic about the endless failure?"

Facing Wolfe's question, Temir was a little nervous. President Cheng gave her a look, signaling the beautiful girl to be patient for a while. He asked back with a smile.

"Why do you subconsciously think that pessimism is not a good thing? Wouldn't it sound better to use a term more suitable for business use, such as risk assessment?"

Wolfe nodded thoughtfully. He understood what Mr. Cheng said.

"So, you think that pushing Crusoe to run for mayor can put pressure on Garcetti, but it may not necessarily succeed, and there will still be a window for communication in the future, is that right?"

By analogy, Wolfe is worthy of being Wolfe.

It’s just that his brain waves still don’t match Mr. Cheng’s.

Cheng Daiqi shook his head and replied.

“In fact, your speech at the handover ceremony today was great - we must express a firm stance and dare to fight against our opponents.

This is important to us as a player.

Garcetti and even Sanlo are just the least difficult part of the challenge we face, and we don't need to compromise with him.

If we can't even handle Garcetti, we can actually live a little easier and have fewer unrealistic dreams."

"You mean, let Crusoe run for the election to the end, and show enough aggression regardless of whether he succeeds or not?"

The rich black-haired woman asked.

Wolfe on the side smiled. He really understood what Mr. Cheng was talking about.

In his opinion, Temir was a woman after all, and she did not immediately abstract the true context from Cheng Zong's words.

Brainless marketing accounts and public intellectuals will tell readers that white Americans and Europeans only know how to communicate in a straightforward manner, and there is no such thing as bullshit discipline of being obedient.

But in fact, there are, and a lot of them - just ask Humphrey (yes, the important role of the Minister).

"Yes and no, I mean, we can aim higher and take Garcetti's counterattack seriously, but we shouldn't be led by Garcetti.

San Lorenzo is only part of our journey, Mi'er. Our most important task now is to spread our influence from San Lorenzo to California.

On the other hand, there is a more promising opportunity - Wolfe's marriage.

If we do these things well, it will give us a huge boost, and our ability to support certain special options, such as thinking about solutions outside the existing conflict framework."

What Mr. Cheng means is: stand at a higher position and strike from a lower dimension.

It sounds like an abstract strategy, the kind of stupid thing that otakus and diodes fantasize about and can be realized with a single thought.

But this is often also the basis for many outstanding people to create extraordinary achievements.

The underlying logic is that in a stable system, inherent contradictions are difficult to break, so more variables are introduced.

If you don't have the ability, don't play around. Muddy waters will not only bring opportunities, but also uncontrollable risks - such as the Black Satan who inexplicably attacked Mr. Cheng's faction.

While Temir was still thinking about what Mr. Cheng said, Wolf had already poured Mr. Cheng a glass of wine with some despair.

"Chan, thank you for coming today."

The two of them clinked their glasses with a smile, which seemed to imply that they were forgetting their grudges with a smile.

It seemed as if the carrot and stick hidden in Mr. Cheng’s words had never existed.

It seemed that Mr. Cheng received Wolf's thanks just by chatting with his friends.

It seems that Wolfe's probing of President Cheng and President Cheng's tough response were all illusions.

It seemed as if these two innocent and naive teenagers were uniting together to launch a fearless charge towards the distant and rugged future.

Oh my god, this is such a fairy tale~
But, how innocent is Wolfe, the patricidal man?
But, how much naivety does Mr. Cheng still have today?
Therefore, the reverse side of the fairy tale of unity and friendship is a complex game that ordinary people may not understand. Behind the seemingly effortless ending is the real core resource that President Cheng strives for - power.

Power is abstract, power is intangible, and power is an extreme form of complex social consensus that is difficult to describe and quantify.

But it was obvious that during the conversation between the three, Cheng had some kind of power that Wolfe could not refuse.

Wolfe understood, and Mr. Cheng understood too.

So, after a brief collision, they tacitly chose to drink from the golden cup together.

As for Bai Ren - let's talk about it later. At least now the two of them are still in the same car and may continue to travel for a long time.

Maybe they really walked together for decades, and finally were buried in two adjacent pits? —
"Chan, why did his attitude change so drastically?"

On the way back, Mi'er, who couldn't figure it out, finally asked for an explanation.

No, how could Wolfe agree with Mr. Cheng’s opinion so easily?

This is obedience. This is the obedience inspired by President Cheng the first time Wolfe launched the challenge after taking office.

It was hard to understand what was happening. For Mi'er, who participated in the whole process, it was actually like a horror story.

Twelve-year-old Mi'er would be in pain because of her mother's death, but eighteen-year-old Mi'er would despair about her own stupidity - don't ask, the answer is eighteen years old.

It's really extremely desperate, especially for a self-important and smart person like Mi'er.

It's the kind of despair that is so damn desperate!

Sitting next to them, I couldn’t understand how they reached a consensus!
Brothers, is the difference between you and me that big?
"Perhaps you haven't been personally involved in these things, so it's normal to feel a little confused about the whole picture. Don't worry."

Mr. Cheng may not understand psychology and medicine, but if it is Temir, he knows it very well.

The black-haired rich woman is like this, she wants to be strong all her life and never wants to be inferior to others.

"So what's going on?"

"The cost of betrayal, the reward for loyalty, the expected future gains, and the ability to bear risks are a difficult balance to quantify. Judging from the results, Wolfe made a wise choice."

"speak English!"

"He initiated the negotiation, and I first gave Crusoe's response and expression, then emphasized the risks, then the opportunities, and finally pointed out the cost of betrayal."

"What price?"

"By securing the marriage of the president's daughter, Wolf can get his hands on the most powerful political faction in the United States, the MAGA faction, in the future.

For a psychopathic and histrionic personality like him, this is something he can't refuse.

But if you want to capture the commander-in-chief’s second daughter, you can’t do without me.

To be precise, it was inseparable from the privatization prison project that we and the California Gang jointly promoted, as well as Niu Sen, who helped him arrange the prelude to the marriage - and Niu Sen was trapped by me!

In short, the cost of betrayal is too high, and the future prospects are okay. Being friends with me is still the best option for him in the short term.

So, he chose to pour me a glass of wine and continue to be 'good friends'."

One hour after President Cheng and Wolfe reached a consensus.

After the dinner.

On the way back.

In the dark back seat of the car.

Temir, whose brain was cramping from thinking so much, finally understood what President Cheng said before.

the poor girl asked in a daze.

"Chan, tell me, did you count today from the first time you came into contact with Niu Sen?"

"NO! I just took advantage of the situation and thought about how to create more connections to make everyone more united, that's all."

Mr. Cheng gave Niu Sen a lot of money, but BEC's plate is more stable and LCE's future is brighter.

Most importantly, the bills for Cheng Zong were paid by Wolf Dracula - all he needed was his support.

The support of a big capitalist like Wolf cannot be bought with a little money!
The black-haired wealthy woman shook her head and complained in a dull and boring manner.

"Before, Gru and I didn't understand why you were so willing to give money to Niu Sen. Now I understand, Chan, you don't intend to do business at a loss at all!"

Tired, destroy it.

Being friends with someone like Mr. Cheng makes Mier feel as horrible as if she were not wearing any clothes.

It's not that she doesn't wear any clothes, but she wears ten or twenty layers of clothes. However, in front of President Cheng, she always subconsciously thinks that he can still see through her at a glance.

this is too scary.

"You've been poor for too long. Well, relatively poor for too long. Honey, money is just a number. I think you should understand this now."

Mi'er looked at Mr. Cheng dimly, and for a moment, she had about ten tons of anger in her heart that she wanted to vent.

Brother, I am a direct descendant of the top capital family in America. I had a private jet when I was a teenager, and tens of billions of assets were waiting for me to inherit before I even came of age.

I achieved financial freedom in college, my company is number one in the industry, and I can even be listed on the list of the world's richest women.

But now, you say I have been poor for too long.

Is it disgust?

It's disgust.

Okay, I admit that you are right, but isn't that a bit too rude?

Achilles' ridicule, Mr. Cheng's reminder, Lisa's departure, so many things have happened. If Mi'er still doesn't realize her own psychological problems, she would be stupid.

In the past, she had felt uneasy under the pressure of Achilles, so what Cheng Zong said was correct in a sense.

She really had to shift her mindset to accommodate who she is now and the challenges she would face in the future.

wrong!

Mi'er was shocked and grabbed Mr. Cheng's clothes in anger.

"Are you clicking on me?"

President Cheng laughed out loud.

"Pity Tianjian, girl, you are not so stupid."

Danze, who was driving the car from the front seat, glanced in the rearview mirror and was glad that he was black.

If he had been white, he would have suffered from his stupidity and despaired at the discovery of his own inadequacy.

But now, he is black.

After witnessing Mr. Cheng's life, Danze decided to comfort himself in his heart.

You know, I'm a nigger, it's not my fault if I'm stupid.

After all, I said it at the beginning - I'm just a nigger.

(End of this chapter)