America started its counterattack from the bum

Bob Dylan sang in "The answer is blowing in the wind".

How many roads must a man go through before he can be called a real man.

In fact, being a real man has nothing to do with how many roads you have walked, but rather with walking the difficult but right road.

However, no one can define right, just and injustice, legal and illegal, virtuous and ruthless. All the stereotypes and rules cannot depict the correct path in the slightest.

They just walked into the raging sea of ​​fire with passionate hearts in vain.

If you can walk out, you are a man. If you can't walk out
Someone has to pay the price, right?

Without powerful opponents, there would be no emperors throughout the ages.

Without enough stepping stones, no one can reach a high position.
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The blond old boy walked down the gangway of Air Force One. He raised his hand to greet the airport security personnel, and then posed for the reporters accompanying him.

The President is in Las Vegas, where his youngest daughter will get married.

In the reporter's camera, the first lady's expression was not normal, but there was nothing that could be done about it.

The dashing blond old boy has been married three times, and Tiffany is the child of his second wife, not the current first lady.

Now that Tiffany has found a good husband, it has also made it more difficult for the First Lady to find a marriage partner for her son.

It can’t be worse than Tiffany, right?
So, the First Lady is under a lot of pressure.

Although arranged marriages are something abandoned by history, they are an inevitable choice for emerging families that yearn for long-term power.

"Why choose Las Vegas? Why not the White House or Mar-a-Lago?"

Getting in the car, the First Lady complained to the President.

"Wolf picked him. He's a great young man."

The commander-in-chief said something casually, picked up his phone and started browsing social media.

"You are the current president. If Tiffany's wedding is held at Mar-a-Lago, it will add a new direction to Mar-a-Lago's business and bring huge profits in the future."

In fact, this is what the commander-in-chief did in the original historical line.

But the First Lady complained like this because she prefers the mansion in Florida - Mar-a-Lago is much more luxurious and comfortable to live in than the White House.

Now, she was taken to Las Vegas by Wolfe, and of course she was not happy.

"I said - he is a great young man, I want to listen to his ideas, dear, although the Dracula family is mired in scandals, but now that Wolfe has taken over from Old Joe, he will lead the family to continue to prosper.

Besides, he is the chairman of the California Elephant Party's Grand Committee, and he is young and promising. "

The first lady's expression became even more tense.

Tiffany, Tiffany, how lucky are you to find a man like this?

When she was young, she came to America from Eastern Europe to develop her career as a print model in order to find a wealthy American husband who could also be her father.

This can help her obtain enough wealth and avoid a lot of marital conflicts.

But now, Tiffany had just graduated and she had found a young, strong and powerful husband.

Why do you do that?

With the First Lady's limited political experience, she could not understand that the essence of this marriage was simply that the President and Wolff regarded each other as stepping stones.

This is true even between Tiffany and Wolfe.

Tiffany gained the importance and dignity she wanted.

Wolf bought the claim to the MAGA faction.

Win-win!
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“Why choose this place for the wedding?”

Tiffany asked as she took off her high heels while sitting on a chair and rubbed her sore heels while looking at her fiancé opposite her.

When something happens despite having obvious problems, there is undoubtedly some hidden logic behind it.

Wolfe stopped working, handed the computer to his assistant, and answered with a smile.

"There are many reasons. Which one do you want to hear?"

Tiffany smiled helplessly and sighed. Her fiancé was good in every way, but the only problem was that he was too powerful and Tiffany couldn't understand many of his decisions.

This was inevitable. The level of decision-making chaos that Wolfe had to face was far beyond the imagination of a little girl like her.

To put it in a metaphor, Wolfe is like the experimenter of this great American experiment, and Tiffany is just a little white mouse in this laboratory.

"EVERY ONE!" Mrs. Dracula said that she wanted to know more about her husband's career and difficulties.

Wolfe nodded and analyzed.

"I would personally prefer to have my wedding at Dracula's Manor, but my role as Wolf Dracula is secondary to my life and career.

There are many reasons to choose Las Vegas.

The first point is that I am nominally the chairman of the California Elephant Party Grand Committee, but the allies who have worked with me to build up the California Elephant Party faction have expectations for the future that go far beyond California.

San Lorenzo - California - West Coast, this seemingly step-by-step development model is too slow. We need to build an interstate ideological alliance of the West Coast Elephant Party to gain more voice and initiative.

Nevada is important, Las Vegas is important, and well, that’s about it, and here we are.”

Mr. President's analysis is quite insightful. Mr. Cheng and he are indeed well matched. There is a reason why the two of them have been fighting for such a long time and Mr. Cheng has not completely subdued him.

"'Allies', you mean Chan and Temir? Aren't they full of hostility towards you?"

Tiffany's little head couldn't understand the complicated game between Mr. Cheng and Wolfe.

"Yes, but we are better off united than against each other."

Wolfe was a little embarrassed to try to smooth things over for Mr. Cheng, as the gift that Mr. Cheng gave to Tiffany was so memorable.

For the sake of the overall situation and the protection of his personal interests, he could not sit idly by and watch his wife treat that terrible man as an enemy.

"For example, this palace where the wedding was held was owned by Brother Temir - Achilles, you know that.

The President was able to fight on equal terms with those lunatics led by Nancy in both houses of Congress because the establishment elites of the Elephant Party, under the influence of Achilles and Chan, temporarily stood on his side.

Ordinary people can make their own choices based on their preferences without thinking, but I can’t do that, and neither can you. We need to respect our allies and need their support.”

Tiffany was just a young woman who had just graduated. After being thrown into the hunting ground of the Game of Thrones so rudely by Wolfe, she felt a lot of pressure.

"Why do you say that Chan seems to be more terrifying than those big shots?" Tiffany asked, sticking out her tongue.

However, what she didn't expect was that Wolfe's expression turned serious.

"So, can you first tell me what kind of person do you think is a "big shot"?

After all, the President's family has been in the state of ordinary wealthy people for a long time. Because of being out of favor, Tiffany's family education was not very good. Wolfe was somewhat fortunate that he discovered this problem quite early - at least it has not caused any uncontrollable consequences yet.

"Similar to Diane? Or Schumer, Nancy? My dad hates these people the most. They can even cause trouble for the president."

Wolfe shook his head and explained.

“Enemies with conflicting interests are just enemies. It is enough to maintain a superficial decency. To us, they will never be big shots.

As for the stakeholders, as long as they are in a key position, even if they are our subordinates, we should pay attention to them - your father did not do this well, he was too cautious about his own life."

Although Tiffany didn't like her father that much, she still retorted when her fiancé insulted her father.

"But a company can't have two centers, Wall. You and Chan have to compete with each other, right?"

Mr. Dracula shrugged lightly, looking helpless.

If he could win, of course he would want to defeat Cheng Zong.

But the problem is that he can't win!
"Yes, so we must pay attention to him at all times. Let's not talk about this anymore. Let's go and meet my father." "Mr. Joel? I'm going to meet him like this?"

At this moment, Tiffany didn't even realize that from the time she and Wolfe got engaged to the time they were preparing for their wedding, she had never met Wolfe's elders.

This matter actually has a story behind it. After Wolfe came to power, he launched a major purge within the family, but outsiders could not see the full picture.

"Yes, he doesn't have much time to be awake every day now."

Wolfe walked in front, leaving Tiffany with his back. Where his fiancée couldn't see, he smiled happily.

Dad, you didn’t expect that.

After you became paralyzed, I became the chairman of the California Elephant Party Grand Committee and even married the president's daughter.

"What should I say?" Tiffany was a little nervous standing at the door of the therapy room where Joel was.

"Just wish him a speedy recovery and then praise me a few times so that he can see how close we are. That's probably enough."

Noticing Wolfe's joy, Tiffany was infected by the emotion and also smiled brightly.

When old Joel, who was slumped in the therapy chair, saw his rebellious son coming in with a woman, his facial expression suddenly became more expressive.

He wanted to curse, wanted to point his finger at Wolfe's nose and curse, but he couldn't even move his lips.

"Mr. Wolfe, Mr. Joel's massage for today is complete, and we are now giving him a routine physical exam."

Old Joel's personal medical team was carefully prepared by Wolfe. Their job was to push Old Joel's life to 100 years old while ensuring that he would not recover.

Wolfe was going to trap him to death in this necrotic body!
"You go out first." Wolfe said.

The doctor left in a hurry, not daring to look or listen any more.

He worked for Wolfe just for the money, but now he realized that he had no way out.

His employer gradually reached the pinnacle of power in America and married the daughter of the president. Such a man would not show mercy to any of his subordinates who had even the slightest possibility of betraying him.

"Hi Uncle Joel, I'm Tiffany."

Old Joel's throat was roaring, and he looked at Tiffany, at his eldest son, his eyes full of emotions.

"Ho~ho~ho~"

"What is he talking about?" Tiffany asked puzzled.

"He's so happy to see you." Wolfe gently stroked his father's bald head.

"Uncle Joel, Wolfe is a great man. I decided to marry him. Seeing how well he takes care of you, I am once again deeply convinced that my choice was right."

"Ho! ho! cough! cough!"

"Thank you for your blessing, Uncle Joel, thank you." Tiffany replied happily.

Wolfe held back his laughter and spoke in a tone that contained a hint of melancholy.

"I have a presumptuous request. Could you please wait for me outside the door? I suddenly want to talk to my father alone."

"Of course, dear, I'm willing to wait for you."

Tiffany left, and Wolfe pulled over a chair and sat next to old Joel.

“Dad, hahahaha, tomorrow, I will push you with my own hands and let you see the guests coming to my wedding.

I started a new faction of the Elephants, the California Elephants, and it's doing pretty well.

How about the commander-in-chief's daughter?
Does it feel a bit stupid?

In fact, I quite like her stupidity.

What a nice, simple person.

Will you bless me?"

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

"Thank you for your blessing, Dad."

Wolfe gently held old Joel's head and remained silent for a long time, but old Joel did not stop his angry accusations.

But no one could hear his anger.

Feeling the tears flowing on his bald head, Old Joel calmed down. He was a little confused by Wolfe.

If you still have feelings for me, why would you treat me like this?

If you have no feelings for me, why are you crying?

"I shed tears for myself, Dad. The further I go, the further I am from myself, and the closer I am to the perfect self that I imagine.

But is that the ending I really want?

Or is it just because after killing you, there is no other target that can excite me?

I couldn't figure it out, no one could answer my questions, and I couldn't even show that I was confused.

Dad, can you tell me what I should do?

Holding Joel Dracula's bald head, Wolfe asked with sadness.

He killed his father, but he still longed for his father's approval.

People will never be perfect in themselves. As they get closer to perfection, they will see more areas where they are not yet perfect.

Perhaps no one can answer Wolfe's question.

Trapped in a necrotic body, Old Joe blinked his eyes. He didn't understand what Wolfe was doing.

But in the end, he calmed down.

However, at this moment
“Hahaha, how was my performance?
Dad, how was my performance?
Did I deceive you again?"

Wolfe suddenly laughed out loud like crazy, and this time, the tears he shed were even more than the tears he had just acted out.

It turned out that he was just playing the role of a son in front of Old Joe once again, nothing more.

Patting Old Joe's bald head, Wolfe with red eyes smiled and left.

Before pushing open the door of the physiotherapy room, he stopped again, turned around and glanced at his father.

"Dad, bless me. I am your favorite son, isn't it?"

After saying that, he walked out of the therapy room.

Seeing Wolfe's eyes redden, Tiffany gave him a loving hug.

"Wall, don't be sad, this will be the best time for us, you can be happy.

Tomorrow, we will bring Mr. Joel to the scene and let him witness our ceremony."

Wolfe held Tiffany for a long time before whispering.

"Thank you for being with me in times like this, honey."

Tiffany seemed to feel a sense of mission, and for the first time, she had more expectations and longings for this marriage.

In the therapy room, out of sight of them, Joel burst into tears.

Is he regretting it?
Is he sad?
Is he desperate?
Capital is also alienating those who control it, and no one can escape. (End of this chapter)