America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 453 It’s my turn!!!

Some people believe that history is a little girl who can be dressed up by anyone, and its "truth" is shaped by the needs of current public opinion controllers.

Some people also believe that the records of historical events themselves are not reliable, and that micro-historical research does not need to be too in-depth, as long as the direction and context are grasped.

Some people also believe that history needs to be remembered.

Sometimes those who achieve great things are the first type of people, sometimes the second or third type.

However, today he is the third type.

"Why did you suddenly want to take a break, Chan? That's not like you."

Temir rode his horse, holding his reins with one hand and raising the other to adjust his hat.

Beside her, Mr. Cheng was riding on the horse a little uneasily, trying hard to maintain his balance.

They have a ranch in Nevada. Actually, it is still an asset of Xizhou, but it has no operational value.

"Lisa went to Europe to recruit people, Gru was busy dealing with Forbello's investigation of Xizhou, the private prison project entered a long negotiation phase, and the operation of Xinshi was also on track.

I expect this will be our last free time of the year, Honey."

To be a boss, you must have the bearing of a boss. Mr. Cheng actually wants to see whether the people under him can push forward things in all aspects smoothly without him being there in person.

"Oh? What big plans do you have for the second half of the year?" the black-haired rich woman looked at Mr. Cheng and asked.

She is actually similar to a typical American billionaire. After becoming financially independent, she more or less wants to take a break, but Cheng is different.

This man is like a clockwork machine, and an extremely sophisticated one at that. He always looks three steps ahead before taking one step.

"Shanhaiguan will be listed in mid-June. The funds raised after the listing will be mainly used to promote social e-commerce. In my business layout in China, this matter is on the same level as car manufacturing.

Also, Honey, have you ever considered joining Nevada?"

Nevada is located east of California and aside from Las Vegas and the legal women's branch, there isn't anything special here.

But Las Vegas is the third night city in America, second only to New York and San Francisco, which is enough to show the value of Nevada.

Moreover, as the only state in the United States that has legalized brothels (really), Nevada's unique tourism industry is also quite outstanding.

The point is, Nevada has a fairly strong LGBTQ+ party, which may be related to the fact that the gambling industry does not welcome people like LGBT to participate.

After all, in the fierce struggle between gangs, indulgences used to judge high-moral figures are not easy to sell.

Filling in the gender of an armed helicopter does not mean that it is an armed helicopter. It will still die under the guns of gangsters.

"OK, OK, I knew you weren't just here for vacation, Chan, you better catch up with me first!"

Of course Temir understood what Mr. Cheng meant, but she felt a little disappointed - you are too good at fooling people.

I came to Nevada to lay the groundwork for my future plans, but you said it was like you were on vacation with me.
Just like that, under President Cheng's astonished gaze, the black-haired rich woman rode her horse and ran ahead.

Cheng Zong, who had just learned to ride a horse, naturally couldn't keep up and could only watch Temir galloping on his horse.

He saw the sunlight shining on Mier's dark green hunting jacket, and noticed that he didn't keep up. The rich black-haired woman turned around and laughed mockingly.

President Cheng waved his hand and shouted.

"Wait for me, OK?"

"It turns out there are things you don't know, Chan."

"I won't do that much. You don't know, every time I go to see Wolfe, he gets really angry."

"why?"

"I like to use his golf course for practice, and I always dig a hole in the ground."

"Goose~goose~goose~Damn, Chan, this joke is so cold."
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In the afternoon, Mier accompanied Mr. Cheng to fly to Las Vegas.

Las Vegas is a well-known gambling city in the United States. Achilles has a luxurious palace here - villas and manors are not enough to describe the luxury here.

However, since the potential brother-in-law is not in the United States all year round, he rarely comes to Las Vegas.

Therefore, Mr. Cheng and Mi'er requisitioned this place first after obtaining Achilles' consent.

Well, it’s time to fight. Mr. Cheng still admires this bastard Achilles in his heart.

At least his vision was much higher than that of many people, and he was able to fool everyone at the beginning.

"Hello, Ms. Temir. This is the first time I see you, but I have heard of your name a long time ago."

Dean, former U.S. Senator from Nevada, is a Democrat.

This middle-aged old man was a well-known politician of the last era of the Gandhi Party. He was one of the elites among the elites of the Gandhi Party establishment - and he was also a Semitic wanderer.

However, it is obvious that such elites have great respect and curiosity for Mier.

He didn't understand the power iteration of the Karamakris family, but he understood the value of Temir and Wolf's integration of the California Elephant Party.

With the Elephant Party's influence on the West Coast declining and the Nevada Senate lost, the California Elephant Party actually rose against the trend and completed its reorganization. Dean was envious.

"Hello, Mr. Dean, this is Chan, my partner and fiancé."

This was Chunchun's surprise attack. Fortunately, Mr. Cheng was calm enough and did not reveal any clues to be discovered by the old fox Dean.

"Hello, I am the president of Xinshi, assisting Mier with some work. Nice to meet you, Mr. Dean. You are a well-known senior of the Xiang Party."

Cheng Daiqi spoke very politely, as if he was really just a foil to Mi'er's career.

The black-haired rich woman did not expose him, but just watched him pretending to be so high and mighty with a smile in her eyes.

"Senior, I have retired from the political stage. The future belongs to the young. Wolf is very good."

After Dean was ousted from the Senate by the Donald Trump party, both Senate seats in Nevada were held by the Donald Trump party.

For veteran politicians like Dean who have experienced decades of power changes on the West Coast, he can see clearly that his political life really has little chance of turning around.

After a trend reverses, it will run according to the new rules for a long time, and he cannot wait for the day when it reverses again.

"Haha, you are also very young, sixty years old. For a politician, you are very young at less than sixty years old!" Cheng Daiqi said.

Mi'er is the best among women. She is smart enough to compete with Achilles for the inheritance rights of a super wealthy family. Sitting next to President Cheng, she cooperates with President Cheng to play a perfect rhythm.

"Chan, as I recall, it seems that both Old Joe and Nancy are much older than Mr. Dean?"

Xi Zong and the old witch are classic cases of old men who refuse to die and become thieves. Compared to them, Dean is indeed young.

Cheng Daiqi didn't look at Dean, but just stared blankly ahead, as if he was thinking.

"Well, yeah, it's a shame, the Donkey Party did well in the Nevada election."

Dean was a little dumbfounded.

Poor Tian Jian, he just thought that these two people suddenly contacted him to do some collusion, but now you are just mocking him, right?
In fact, it was because old man Dean underestimated Mr. Cheng and Mi'er.

Where is this?
Mier noticed that Lao Deng was a little impatient, so she said.

"Forget it, let's not talk about this, Mr. Dean. Let's play some Texas Hold'em first. The chef I contacted estimates that he won't be able to serve until around seven o'clock."

In this way, the confused old Deng, under the persuasion of the two young men, went along with the situation and started playing Texas Hold'em with them.

In Nevada, this kind of private gambling is considered "social gambling" as long as it does not involve anyone taking a cut - an abstract definition that means it is legal to play in this way.

But soon, Dean's head began to sweat.

There was no other reason. Mr. Cheng and Mi'er lost more than 400,000 dollars to him in just over ten minutes.

Dean raised his eyebrows and first glanced at President Cheng covertly, only to find that the man's expression was terrifyingly stable from beginning to end.

He looked at Mi'er again, and coincidentally, Mi'er was also looking at him calmly.

"Forget it, let's not gamble anymore. Haha, it's too big a bet. It's not appropriate."

Of course an old man like Dean has the courage to take money. Not only that, but it's terrifyingly big.

But you can’t just take this kind of unclear money!
"Mr. Dean, do you have any ideas about what you plan to do after retirement?"

Mier pushed her cards to the center of the table, agreed to his request, and then asked.

In response to the question from the rich black-haired woman, Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead and answered.

"I still have a position in the Nevada Elephant Party, so I'll just do it. After two years, I plan to hand over power to young people, but I haven't decided who to give it to yet. They are all great, have ideas, and are outstanding young people from different parts of Nevada."

A senior politician was talking about his retirement life and specifically mentioned "handing over power", and the meaning was very clear.

Dean: Kids, my words carry some weight in Nevada, so just speak up if you have something to say!
"It's like this, Mr. Dean, Wolfe and I are pretty good friends, and we have special consensus and demands in some areas.

The California gang of the Donkey Party is very powerful, and the California Elephant Party has to pretend to be friendly with them in order to gain living space, which is very humiliating. "

Mi'er's words made Dean feel a little helpless.

Who would want to accept an ignominious failure if they could?
He is a representative of the Nevada establishment, but under the impact of the Donkey Party, he also lost his seat in Congress.

I will cry if I continue!

Seeing Dean's reaction, Cheng Daiqi continued to add.

"Nevada's Elephant Party has experienced an epic rout in the past few years, and the situation in other states is also quite serious.

We want to establish a West Coast-wide internal dialogue mechanism for the Party, so as to build a more united Party family.”

Stop pretending, show your cards.

For us young people, I have a small immature suggestion.

Form a West Coast Elephant Party Mutual Protection Alliance.

Well, don’t look at me like that, this is not the same as the Southeast Mutual Protection in the late Qing Dynasty - it’s not as good as them!
After Cheng Daiqi finished speaking, the chess and card room in the palace fell into silence for a moment.

Silence, silence! Smart people prefer silence because they understand that expressing one’s stance is important and requires caution. “Very thoughtful. In recent years, with the rise of social media, political activities in the United States have become increasingly different from the past.

You young people’s ideas are often more innovative. People complain about the gerontocracy that is prevalent in America, but in fact, we are the ones who most want young people to grow up.”

This is what former Nevada Senator Dean said - bullshit, complete nonsense.

"So, you also support this dialogue mechanism?" Mier asked.

Dean looked at the chips in his hand and looked up.

"Not enough, Temir, Chan, if you want to do this, it's not a matter of money. It requires crossing many difficult mountains to make it possible."

It seemed like he was complaining that the bribe of $400,000 was not enough, and it also seemed like he was saying that the overall faction was not strong enough.

However, it doesn't matter.

"Mi'er, there's no need to rush this matter. The Elephant Party on the West Coast is not weak enough at the moment. When they are hit so hard that they can no longer sustain themselves, they will naturally think of uniting and fighting for the right to speak."

Cheng Daiqi reminded with a smile.

It is impolite to come without returning the favor.
Dean, you said there is not enough money and we are not strong enough.

Then I would say that your difficulties are not enough.

Just wait and see. When you are pinned to the ground and beaten black and blue, you will naturally remember the good of uniting.

"Oh, no, no, I mean, you two, the American electoral system dictates that the so-called union can only be a game for the winners.

When you fail and are out, it is impossible for you to gain some benefit by joining forces with others. "

Dean explained.

What he said sounded reasonable and made sense.

but.
“I think you can understand the trend of political extremism. Behind this extremism is the current situation where our country’s expansion has reached its peak and then started to decline.

Mr. Dean, in a declining system, the benefits that each of us can naturally gain are smaller than before.

The loss of interests has led to intensified competition, and extremism has emerged. The extreme left of the Donald Trump Party and the extreme right of MAGA are both situations that we must pay attention to. "

Are American senators of high quality?
Hard to say.

At least after Mr. Cheng explained, Dean still didn't understand what he meant.

"What do you mean?"

"Losing is not a terrible thing, admitting defeat is a terrible thing, Mr. Dean, the Elephant Party on the West Coast needs to unite and make a strong voice!

Make your voice heard in different states on the West Coast, make your voice heard on Capitol Hill, make your voice heard in the media, among reporters, and on the Internet!" Cheng Daiqi replied.

As the leader of an organization, Mr. Cheng is always thinking about where his faction will go in the future?

Today, they can stabilize the internal situation by means of the private prison project and helping Wolf to secure a marriage alliance with the president and plot against the MAGA faction, but what about the future?
The road is there, but the thorns underfoot are a bit prickly when walking on it.

Economic expansion is the foundation, but more importantly, it is about grabbing political power to maintain the stability of the economic status and promote economic expansion.

This is a mutually reinforcing existence.

President Cheng is deeply involved in the internal construction of the American power order, and in the future, the cake he will reap will be very tempting.

Mi'er sat next to Mr. Cheng, looking at the man she chose with starry eyes.

Mr. Cheng is certainly excellent, but his qualities are more than just excellence.

Also, holding grudges.

While Dean was hesitating, Lill pushed open the door, stood at Mr. Cheng's seat, bent down and whispered the urgent news.

However, something big seemed to be happening.

As Mr. Cheng listened, his expression froze.

"What happened?" Mier asked with a frown.

Dean looked at the two of them in confusion - something was wrong.

Something big must have happened!

President Cheng waved his hand, signaling Lille to leave.

Then he said seriously.

"The US ambassador to Nigeria was assassinated. Including his entourage, all eleven people died, and many innocent people also died at the scene!"

"Oh my God!"

"what?"

The one who was surprised was Mier, and the one who asked something was Dean.

"Mr. Dean, the American ambassador abroad is dead!" Cheng Daiqi said in a sad tone.

The cat cries over the mouse, that's all.

However, President Cheng is not a cat, and the American ambassador is not a mouse.

"I know, I know, but who dares to do this!"

Dean was a little bit incredulous.

The assassination of an ambassador abroad is a declaration of war, a humiliation, and a contempt for the empire!

"I don't think it will be the Nigerians. They don't have the guts."

Cheng Daiqi analyzed in a serious manner.

"Is it because of the recent trouble of the commander-in-chief?" Dean was an old fellow with a keen sense of smell and he quickly noticed the cause.

"It's hard to say~"

Cheng Daiqi rubbed his face in pain, then stood up and paced anxiously.

"No matter who it is, it will affect the leader, and the Donkey Party will definitely make a fuss about it!"

loyalty!

The person who died was the Nigerian ambassador, and what President Cheng was concerned about was the dear President.

Who could be more loyal than him?

"They are not human beings, but demons. I still doubt whether this is true. But, Chan, why do you pay special attention to the news in Nigeria?"

Finally, finally, Dean found the problem beneath the problem, the undercurrent within the undercurrent!

Cheng Daiqi smiled weakly and pointed at Mi'er, who gave Dean an explanation that almost made his jaw drop.

"After the incident with the commander-in-chief's second daughter, Wolfe planned to marry Tiffany, so we are all paying close attention to the news in Nigeria."

The former Nevada senator has only now fully realized that Cheng, Mi'er, and Wolf are serious about this.

They are not just playing around, they are actually sitting at the table and ordering food! ——
"What do you think he will choose?" Mi'er asked Cheng Daiqi while fiddling with the salad with a fork.

Dean didn't get to eat dinner after all. After receiving the shocking news, he no longer had the appetite to eat.

"It doesn't matter. He's not the only one in the Nevada Elephant Party."

The medium-rare steak tasted quite chewy. Mr. Cheng gave a vague answer while biting the steak.

In some urban novels, ordering a medium-rare steak means ignorance and embarrassment, which actually reveals the cultural arrogance of the Western singular preference and the deformed Golden Hoe fallacy.

For Mr. Cheng, liking something is the best thing.

He doesn't care about other people's opinions and views.

“What about the Nigeria thing, what did you do?”

The black-haired rich woman had no appetite for food. She was afraid that Mr. Cheng was having too much fun and would bury himself.

Cheng Daiqi wiped his mouth and looked at the night scene outside the palace.

The night view of Las Vegas is beautiful, and America was once great.

"Guess~"

He replied.

"What if they find you out?"

"We must dare to fight. The Donkey Party first attacked the President, and the attack lasted for more than two years!
Now, they have sent people to assassinate the Nigerian ambassador in an attempt to throw dirty water on the President!
Using the life of a diligent ambassador abroad to pave the way for shameful ambitions, this is the Donkey Party!
They went too far!
Mi'er, we must stand firmly with our partners and fight the donkey party that is harming the country to the end! "

The black-haired rich woman was speechless.

Why do I like this arrogant Shabi?
"No one wants to fight. Not everyone is like you. Ambition is never satisfied, Chan."

We are all omnipotent celestial beings in the capital world, so why do we have to fight and kill each other?
Cheng Daiqi withdrew his gaze and got himself another piece of meat.

"Last time, Achilles led everyone by the nose, and fooled me too. Ha, he's very powerful."

"Why mention him? I just want this house, but he doesn't agree. What a nobody!"

"I mean, it's my turn."

"what?"

"It's my turn."

(End of this chapter)