America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 464 How can you accomplish great things if you cherish your life?

Just then, Chief Thomas' phone rang.

Looking at the name of the caller, Thomas's face looked unhappy.

It was clearly a sudden attack, why did you call me at this time?

It turned out that when the two sides were about to start a fight, Jax finally couldn't sit still anymore.

Burns fell silent, and so did the other officers in the standoff. The police station fell silent, just like that crucial moment in the movie.

Everyone was waiting for the person on the other end of the phone to get the situation under control.

However, Thomas simply hung up the phone.

No, to be exact, he didn't answer it at all.

The arrogant gangster stood up and raised his hand to signal his men not to be nervous.

He walked up to Burns and said.

"Burns, you thought you won, no, this is just the beginning. I will make you regret your whole life for the betrayal you made today!"

Seeing that Thomas had surrendered, the police officers brought by Burns wanted to handcuff him, but Burns' reason drove him to stop this dangerous and reckless behavior in time.

"Just investigating, Thomas, if that's okay with you, I'll apologize to you personally."

Thomas smiled disdainfully.

If apologies worked, there would be no wars in the world.

The prosecutor and the sheriff have already gone through the arrest process, and now you're telling me this is just an investigation?

In Thomas's opinion, his gang had been in a stalemate with the new sheriff for so long that it was time to take action.

If we delay any longer, we may lose the chance of winning.

External stimulation can inspire internal unity, and if necessary, he is willing to endure humiliation and be the unlucky one who pays the price.

He believed that Jax would give him a happy ending. In Saint-Lodu, they had a chance to win!
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"How about this car? It's pretty good, right?"

Gru and Cheng Zong sat together in the front row. The Sheriff acted as a driver for his boss and boasted about himself proudly.

"The Cadillac Army One. Gru, isn't this the car that the President of the United States rides on?"

Even though Mr. Cheng has become a capitalist, he is still occasionally shocked by the magic of America.

The commander-in-chief's bulletproof car was actually taken by a bastard like Gru. Capitalists can sell anything, right?

"It's different. This one is safer than the one the commander-in-chief uses. His is an old thing from three years ago. This is the latest model."

"Safer than the one used by the President"

It is roughly equivalent to the special meals provided by the Imperial Household Department/Ministerial Household, and is more delicious than what the emperor eats - at least it is not cold.

At this moment, the mysterious East and the magical West achieve an interesting echo under the logic of realism.

Gru stopped the car, and after the two got out, President Cheng looked at the Cadillac that was more than six meters long and shook his head.

"It's a nice thing, but it's too ostentatious. You should keep it for yourself."

Wolfe sent a plane, Crusoe sponsored a building, and Gruss thought about it and decided to make progress himself, so he customized a commander-level bulletproof car for President Cheng through special channels.

How should I put it, it is a kind offer, but Mr. Cheng doesn’t dare to accept it.

There is a kind of beauty that comes from having 300 million stored in the refrigerator but not daring to spend a single cent.

"If you don't show off, how will they know that you are not easy to mess with, Chan? Now you need to have enough momentum in all aspects, so that when those people see you, they will understand that their only destiny is to surrender.

Besides, with this car, the potential dangers you face will be greatly reduced. It can even withstand a 20-kilogram TNT explosion."

At this moment, Mr. Sheriff is like a second-rate salesman.

He didn't even think about whether there was anyone in America who would dare to arrange for people to use TNT to carry out terrorist attacks like he did.

For a gunfight suit, an AR15 with a x scope is enough, there's no need to make it so complicated.

But it must be said that although Gru's flattery skills are still a little unskilled, they are still quite pleasant to the ear.

It feels like the tail is wagging around Mr. Cheng.

"Well, you said that this level of bulletproofing can withstand a 20-kilogram TNT explosion. What if it is used to attack the top?"

Cheng Daiqi held his chin with one hand and studied the bulletproof performance of Army No. 1.

Bro, what does "if it's a summit attack" mean?
The Gru people were dumbfounded. He was a corrupt cop who did all kinds of evil, but his evil or courage was far from reaching the level of plotting to kill the commander-in-chief.

Don't scare me, okay?

Seeing that Gru didn't say anything, Mr. Cheng thought he didn't understand, so he continued to add.

"For example, if a drone carrying explosives flies over a car and explodes, can it prevent that?"

This question made Gru break out in a cold sweat.

"NO! Chan, are you kidding me?"

Because he was too excited, Gru's voice became shrill, like a castrated dog, which gave Mr. Cheng goosebumps.

He replied calmly.

"Of course I'm just kidding. It hasn't come to that point yet."

Speedism is a good sword, but if the accelerator is not controlled well, it will backfire on the person who steps on the accelerator - it is essentially a double-edged sword.

As a driver driving a broken car on a crowded road, Cheng always needs to be cautious, at least for the time being.

Things like a drone kissing Army No. 1, putting aside all other factors, should at least be considered after Wolfe and Tiffany's marriage is finalized.

As for what to do after considering it, that is another matter.

"Chan, this is not funny"

The mental attack or pressure that Sheriff Gru was under today was extreme.

He used to lament about Sung’s money-grabbing black hands, and how he worked so hard to run the gang, but he looked like a clown.

Now, he lamented that he had underestimated President Cheng, just as a person would occasionally recall embarrassing and painful traumatic flashbacks from the past.

It can be said that the pressure from Mr. Cheng has caused him psychological damage.

My name is Gru. I'm just over 40 years old. I'm an American gang leader who has always done all kinds of evil, but I'm psychologically fragile.

How can it be not fragile?
In front of Mr. Cheng’s ruthlessness, even if Capone from Chicago came, he would be as cowardly as a greenhorn.

"As long as certain means are optional in achieving the goal, don't worry about whether to use them, Gru, you're still a little immature.

Or, your generation of Americans, no, it should be the Americans after the Cold War, have been poisoned and have lost the most critical determination. "

Cheng Daiqi sighed, he actually gradually understood it.

How can you accomplish anything if you try to do great things but cherish your life?

Once life becomes too good, people's laziness and cowardice will grow uncontrollably and infinitely.

Most people in America are like this now. Life is so good that they have forgotten how to live in the dark forest.

When growth stagnates, conflicts intensify, and a new period of disruption arrives in America, most people will be left behind by the times.

"determination?"

Gru pondered over the word, and for a moment, he didn't know what to say. It turned out that his determination had long gone.

When is it?
Why can't I remember?
Xinshi headquarters, in the parking lot.

“That’s too much.”

Temir walked around Mr. Cheng’s new car twice, but still found it a little hard to accept.

No, man, is this where you can sit?

"Gru insisted that I accept it. He made me suffer."

Mr. Cheng, who was possessed by Chen Youliang, was actually very helpless.

Gru gave him a car, but he refused to accept it. What would Gru think?
Wolfe gave you a plane and you accepted it. Crusoe sponsored you a house and you accepted it. But you won’t accept it from me.

What? Am I unworthy of being your confidant and ally?

Who understands Mr. Cheng’s difficulties? The available people around him are more troublesome than each other. He doesn’t want the volcano under his butt to explode, so he can only maintain things with difficulty.

"It's still too exaggerated, Chan. You'll be photographed if you drive out. I can even imagine that they mistake you for the President, and you'll be exposed in the end."

The black-haired rich woman was certainly not jealous of always having subordinates to lick her, she was just simply giving a reminder.

"Let's just expose it. It's time for us to step into the spotlight, isn't it?"

Cheng Daqi shook his head.

In fact, Gru said something very right. He needs to show his strength to scare off those potential lurkers.

"Are you saying that the dust has settled on Garcetti's side?"

Temir reacted so quickly that he understood what Mr. Cheng meant instantly.

"It's hard to say. That bastard Niu Sen promised to let us see his actions, but he hasn't made a move yet."

Lil pressed the elevator button for Cheng Zong and Temir, and the two walked in.

"You can't expect the California gang to be as united as we are." Mr. Cheng joked.

There is definitely a difference in decision-making between Niu Sen and Nancy, even Wolfe can tell that. Mr. Cheng's approach is actually quite risky.

Drive the tiger to eat the wolf, drive the tiger to eat the wolf, which one is easier to deal with, the wolf or the tiger?

"Unity? That's because you're still here. Without you, we would just be a mess.

It seems that all great organizations throughout history began like this, with a Messiah who controlled everything, from thoughts to actions, and then led his followers to victory.”

Temir's understanding is still the logic of the philosopher king, which can also be called the Monkey King theory, that is, the Monkey King will solve all problems.

This view has been enduring from thousands of years ago to the present, from the East to the West.

The evolution of modern thought and ideology is gradually moving towards segmentation, but the limit of segmentation is nothingness after deconstruction.

Finally, the blond old boy's ascension to the throne of the Beacon of Freedom proves that the naked ape can never do without the Monkey King.

The logic behind this is that the scriptures can be written casually and lied to death, but as long as the time scale is long enough, the mean will always return in a new way. After all, human nature will not change.

"Yeah, you're right."

What Temir said was indeed correct, and Mr. Cheng had nothing to refute, but he just didn't want to discuss this topic in depth.

Because with the wisdom of the black-haired rich woman, she only needs to think about it for a moment to realize the problem.

Mr. Cheng is not after money or pleasure, and he can even generously share his power with others. So what does he want?
Even though Mi'er has come close to the truth time and time again, her tolerance does not mean that Mr. Cheng can unscrupulously exaggerate his self-destructive consciousness.

This is the case. If he does it, Mier will support him. If he keeps talking about it, Mier may not support him to the end.

“Okay, today we are still talking about the private prison. We have already dealt with the city council of Saint-Lo. Those councillors participated in the project financing, so they have to get things done.

But the proposal they gave us was not right, and we needed to compete with several other companies that already had extensive experience in the private prison sector for the lead in this project.”

Mi'er's mood was not as bad as she had imagined. She knew there was no way she could convince this man.

If Mr. Cheng's mind could be so easily influenced by others, then he would not be Mr. Cheng.

Therefore, the rich brunette chose to focus on her work.

"Competition? Then compete, everyone depends on their ability."

The elevator stopped and Mr. Cheng and Mi'er got off together.

The chairman and the president appeared together, and the office floor of the Xinshi Group's senior management was in a state of panic. Cheng Daiqi took a quick look around and returned to his office.

For the management, his appearance from time to time is enough, and he is not very responsible for specific work issues.

For a company like Xinshi that is like a husband-and-wife team, Mi'er's appearance is equivalent to Mr. Cheng's appearance, and there is still mutual trust between the two of them.

But the management below are in trouble, because Mi'er's management methods are much tougher than President Cheng's.

In terms of the strength of their wrists, Mr. Cheng < Lisa < Mi'er. It seems that the arrangement is problematic, but it is actually reasonable.

Mr. Cheng doesn't need to establish his authority. He only looks at the results in everything. Lisa should take a closer look at the process so that she can be more responsible to Mi'er and Mr. Cheng.

Mi Er is another matter. After Lisa left New York, if she didn't do as well as Lisa did.
"I'm worried that we won't be able to compete with those companies, as they have rich experience in related fields."

Temir sat opposite President Cheng and said worriedly.

Cheng Daiqi opened the email and analyzed the situation with Mier while replying to it.

"Be more confident. The fact that the city council was able to pass this plan so smoothly despite Garcetti's obstruction shows that those opponents also contributed. We will definitely not be able to compete with them."

The dark-haired rich woman was dumbfounded, but after thinking about it carefully, she found that this might really be the fact.

All I can say is that going with the flow has helped Mr. Cheng figure out the game.

He can even calculate which forces will join in later stages.

"What should I do?"

The black-haired rich woman has been accompanying Mr. Cheng in sailing through the stormy waves of the West Coast for a long time, and her mentality is actually very strong.

But Mr. Cheng's game is getting bigger and bigger, and the people and forces involved are becoming more and more complicated.

She was worried that Mr. Cheng would be blinded by his past victories and might stumble because of taking too many risks.

"I have three plans, which one do you want to follow?"

However, Mr. Cheng was not in a hurry at all. Instead, he kept the secret with a smile.

"Let go!"

Temir rolled his eyes and asked urgently.

“The best strategy is to directly promise not to make a profit, guarantee it with the name of the New Times Group, first seize the initiative in the bidding stage, and then slowly prepare it in the future.

For example, we could manage public services at the administrative level and get the parliament to patch things up, or we could use losses to affect the efficiency of detention and force the administration to loosen up on us.

The middle strategy is to develop a normal and sufficiently competitive plan to compete with them, and comprehensively improve our competitiveness in all aspects including cost control, long-term benefits, social value, and publicity effects.

This plan is a gamble, it may not succeed, and the future will be very passive - the things promised must always be done better, and these are all costs.

The worst option is to proactively give the opportunity to the opponent, or even secretly provide assistance to some "special" opponents, and then, after they collapse, directly acquire the company that wants to take advantage of us without buying a ticket - this is Saint-Lodu.

The worst option is the worst, and I don’t really want to choose it. If I didn’t need to be responsible to you, my allies, shareholders, and partners, why would I be forced to this point today? "

(End of this chapter)