America started its counterattack from the bum

In a villa at the foot of Beverly Hills, LA, Tiffany was urging her mother to hurry up.

"Mom, although you are still a great beauty, you are meeting your son-in-law today, not your lover. There is no need to spend so much time putting on makeup, right?"

The blonde old boy's second wife, Maples, was once a second-rate movie star and beauty pageant champion. Her appearance combines the characteristics of the blonde old boy's first and third wives, and she is a standard blonde beauty.

But time flies by and now, this beauty is over fifty years old.

"My dear, the Dracula family is a wealthy family on the West Coast. If I dress up to accept Wolfe's invitation, I can show him that you are not some wild girl."

Tiffany looked helplessly at the stylist who was concentrating on serving her mother, and said nothing.

After a long time, Maples stood up, turned around happily in front of the mirror, and then nodded with satisfaction.

She looked at her daughter and asked.

"How about it?"

Tiffany responded with a smile.

"You're such a Christmas angel, Mom, but we really need to go."

Looking at the luxury car that came to pick him up outside the villa and the bodyguards who were no less capable than the President's secret service officers, Maples felt a little nervous.

"Your father and he finalized your marriage very quickly. I met him for the first time, even at your wedding. Sorry, I shouldn't have mentioned this."

Sheriff Gru's bomb plane blew up Wolfe's wedding. Wolfe himself was happy about it, but Tiffany obviously hadn't gotten over it yet.

She has not yet adapted to jumping from ordinary life to the rhythm of the game of power.

However, no matter how unreasonable her mother was, she could only pretend not to care.

"In fact, grandpa and uncle are also invited today. They may have arrived early."

Tiffany abruptly changed the subject. She hoped her biological mother could realize what the Dracula family meant.

Maples' father is a real estate developer, which can actually be understood as a contractor, but he has been retired for many years and the company has been handed over to his eldest son to run.

"They're going too? Why aren't they coming with us?"

Maples didn't understand what Tiffany was trying to say.

"Our company has had a major client over the years - Crusoe Real Estate, and Crusoe is actually Wolfe's subordinate."

Everyone hangs out in Saint-Lo, and the circle here is neither big nor small. The more Tiffany gets to know Wolfe, the more she feels that her husband is no ordinary person.

In fact, she still hasn't figured out that it's not just Wolfe who's not simple, but also the California Elephant Party.

The California Elephant Party seems to be attacked from both sides by Nancy of the California Gang, but it is already the strongest new local faction of the Elephant Party born in the United States in the past decade.

President Cheng joined forces with Wolfe, Crusoe and others to reintegrate the old California Elephant Party, and this force is undoubtedly on the rise.

Whether it is Cheng Zong who is in charge or Wolf who becomes the boss, the California Elephant Party will continue to be in the "messianic moment" for a long, long time.

Mr. Cheng is ruthless enough, Wolfe is rich enough, and they are both young.

"Crusoe? I know him. He's not an independent candidate. Is he going to run for the mayor of Saint-Lo? How did he become Wolfe's subordinate?"

Maples asked.

"He is the chairman of the Ways and Means Committee, which is similar to Nancy's position in the California Donkey Party. It's a key position."

Two ignorant women standing on the edge of the power game try to see the truth with their shallow observations.

Crusoe cannot be Wolfe's man, as he and Wolfe are both wealthy men and their ecological niches overlap.

Moreover, as an important driving force behind the reintegration of the California Elephant Party, if Crusoe does not want to lose his independence, he can only move closer to General Cheng, who ranks second in strength within the faction.

"Okay, you're making me a little nervous."

Maples patted his chest and complained.

Tiffany smiled weakly. She didn't want her mother to appear too 'strong' when she met Wolfe later, so she gave these precautions in advance.

Marrying into a wealthy family is the dream of many girls, but only when you actually marry into one can you understand the pressure you face.

If every family has its own problems, then she had only seen a little of Tiffany's.

The car carrying the mother and daughter stopped at the gate of Dracula Manor. Tiffany took her mother's arm and reminded her of what to pay attention to later.

"Wolf doesn't like other people mentioning his father. Also, don't ask about politics. Oh, and it's best not to ask about business either."

The first two are what Tiffany observed about Wolfe.

The latter is that Tiffany is worried that her family appears too utilitarian.

"Dear, do you take me for a fool?"

Maples rolled her eyes at Tiffany, indicating that she understood everything.

Isn't it just that marrying into a wealthy family causes an imbalance in one's mentality?

My mom went through this when she was young!

"Ma'am, Ms. Maples, please follow me."

Wolfe's butler had been waiting at the door for a long time. When he saw the hostess coming, he suppressed the mockery in his eyes and considerately acted as a guide.

"My grandpa and the others are here already?"

"Yes ma'am, Mr. Dracula is having tea with them."

Maples held her daughter's arm tighter, and Tiffany looked over and saw that her biological mother was raising an eyebrow.

Maples: "Tea Tasting", he is really good at pretending!
The wealthy people in China like to pretend to be cool and like to taste foreign liquor, such as Lafite from the 1980s.

America's wealthy like to show off their love for tea tasting, and spring water from the snow-capped mountains in the southern foothills of the Himalayas is the best match for that.

Tiffany smiled and pulled her mother's arm, signaling her to stop expressing her opinions.

"Mrs. Maples, you are so beautiful. I have been wanting to have a good chat with you for a long time, but you know what happened that day, so today is a good time to make up for it!"

It was standard American courtesy, and Wolf even gave his mother-in-law a hug.

A few people sat down and started the ice-breaking social journey.

They are already in-laws, but they still have to engage in ice-breaking social interactions. I can only say that nothing is surprising in this magical reality.

President Cheng asked Eris to set up a new security company, which was his personal expansion of power.

After Wolfe got married, he wanted to make use of his wife's family, which was part of his personal expansion of power.

In an ideal model, professional managers may have more advantages than family executives in family businesses, but in real practice, the interest ties built by bloodlines are far more reliable than professional managers as long as they are managed well.

Managers can change jobs, but social links will not disappear easily.

By tying Tiffany's family tightly together, Wolfe can also consolidate his claim to the MAGA faction.

Anyway, for him, it was nothing more than spending a little money to test the waters.

If there really is someone who can be brought up in Tiffany's maternal family, he wouldn't mind giving him or her more opportunities.

When the few of them were chatting happily, Wolfe's secretary walked over quickly and whispered a report in his ear.

Maples: Is that so? Are you so wary of us?

She looked at Tiffany strangely and found that Tiffany was just drinking tea silently.

Good, good, you have learned the essence of how to gain a foothold in a wealthy family.
"What?"

I don't know what the secretary said, but Mr. Dracula was so shocked that he almost jumped out of his chair.

Faced with the boss's doubt, the secretary just nodded seriously to indicate that there was no problem with the news.

"What happened?" Tiffany asked with concern.

"It's okay, I just got scared." Wolfe's "it's okay" sounded like nonsense, but Tiffany had to take it seriously.

"I have invited the best chef for you. You must have dinner tonight. Tiffany, please entertain our family for me. I have to go to Chicago temporarily."

As the crowd looked on in surprise, Wolf shook their hands again, apologized for his sudden absence, and even gave Ms. Maples a Hug 2.0.
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"That's too much! What does he think we are? Some insignificant guests? Or did his paralyzed father fail to teach him basic etiquette?"

Maples sat in the back seat of her brother's car and complained to her father and brother.

"Why didn't you tell Tiffany this just now?" Tiffany's grandfather asked.

Maples’ father understood that strength determines status, and since the Dracula family was wealthy and powerful, Wolfe had shown them enough respect.

It is understandable that a big businessman like him, a political big shot who started his career at the top, would have urgent matters to attend to.

"What should I say? When we eat, there's always someone standing behind us. If I say anything, will Wolfe be able to hear it in a few minutes?"

Tiffany's mother is still complaining.

"He's not that idle. Okay, don't be angry. He also gave me a pack of tea from Assam. What a nice young man."

However, his father's advice did not dispel Maples' dissatisfaction.

"Dad, have you been bribed by him? And you, big brother, have you been bribed too?"

The eldest brother who had been driving in silence finally spoke.

"Tiffany today is very much like you were more than 20 years ago, Martha. We have not been bought.

We just want you to be happy and Tiffany to be happy.

That's all. "

It turns out that not everyone aspires to be important.

Maples was speechless for a long time, and sincerity is a killer skill no matter where you are.

"The Dracula family is a big name, a biomedical giant suspected of illegal human experiments. Some people say that the Wolf family's company secretly specializes in organ replacement surgery for the powerful in America.

But now, it's too late. Tiffany's father sold her to Wolfe. What can we do?"

The old father's voice was full of sorrow, and he seemed to have forgotten that he had just been praising Wolfe as a good boy.

Do people who are swept away by the times and trends really have the power to choose?
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“Logically, it’s not my turn to teach you these things, Wolfe. You know, our relationship isn’t that good.

But I still want to remind you not to be superstitious about the power in your hands. You cannot control anyone, and you can't even control your own destiny.

The more you carry, the closer you are to your goals, but the less freedom you have.”

In the sauna room of the holiday villa, America's Black Satan is having a frank and in-depth communication with Wolfe.

Seeing that Wolfe didn't answer, Black Satan smiled and said self-deprecatingly.

"Me too, everyone is in the mud."

Mr. Dracula rubbed his face and asked in a low voice.

"Are you sure the information is reliable?"

Black Satan asked back confidently.

"Nancy has my people around her, what do you think?"

Mr. Dracula wanted to curse.

He was really a little defensive.

Mr. Cheng’s operation was so amazing that he almost broke Wolf’s waist.

Over there, he was holding an MVP settlement victory meeting with his new family.

Here, President Cheng has already begun to convey his intention of surrender to Nancy through certain channels.

Cheng Daqi: Win? You can win at will! It depends on whether I use the wrench or not!

Unity and moving forward is accidental; infighting is the eternal theme in all human organizational situations.

Here we can take the example of the blond old boy who is the commander-in-chief.

The only disciple he accepted from the show "The Apprentice" was a black girl who did nothing good but was extremely good at internal fighting!
Do you think the blond old boy has bad taste?
No! It's just that he has a very good vision!

"Why are you telling me this?"

"We are friends, Wolfe, we can always be friends, you know, I like making friends with people."

"friend"

Important things should be emphasized three times, and the less important something is, the more it should be emphasized.

If Wolfe had believed even one word of the mural of Black Satan, he would not have been able to fight against President Cheng until today!
"Thank you for your reminder, Mr. Barak. I have always believed that even though we belong to different parties, you are still an admirable president."

shit!

Wolfe's noncommittal answer made Black Satan very dissatisfied. After considering it for a moment, he decided to continue baiting.

"A few days ago, I was in Washington, D.C. with Diane and her husband, and Schumer, and we met Nancy at Schumer's home.

Saint-Lodu's personal affairs may come to a conclusion soon, and Nancy is not as determined as she appears.

Chan's actions have actually posed a difficult problem to all of us. What are your plans?"

Wolfe was silent for a long time and said.

"In fact, Madam Speaker and I have always maintained a good personal relationship. I am very happy to see the reconciliation between the two friends."

Now it was Black Satan's turn to be dumbfounded.

Wolfe, you have no eggs?
How can you tolerate this?
The MVP that you had obtained was suppressed by that person, don’t you plan to take any countermeasures at all?
Black Satan understood the power struggle within the California Elephant Party, so he tried hard to win over Wolfe and even secretly tipped off the head of the Dracula family.

But he didn't expect that Wolfe's experience was so profound.

In the past, he had never noticed it at all - the last time Wolfe saw him, he was extremely crazy.

It can only be said that Black Satan’s understanding of Wolfe is still too one-sided.

This guy is the bastard that Mr. Cheng loves and hates.
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After leaving Black Satan's vacation villa on the shore of Lake Michigan, Wolfe immediately called Mr. Cheng.

"Fuck, why don't you answer it?"

Wolfe was so angry at Mr. Cheng that he wanted to smash his phone, but he still kept a sullen face and gave instructions to his secretary.

"I need to meet with Chan. Please make an appointment for me. The sooner the better."

"Then let's do it now"

"Go back to Saint Lodo, ​​Shabi!"

Mr. Dracula only wants to say one thing now:

Stand up, don't kneel!
Black Satan, on the other hand, was listening to the surveillance recording in his office.

After confirming it twice, Black Satan realized that this wave of "investment" of his was like throwing meat buns at a dog.

The most Wolfe could remember for him was one favor.

However, Black Satan did not gain nothing.

At least he confirmed that Wolf Dracula really understood.

The two chatted for a full half hour. He baited Wolfe several times, but Wolfe didn't say a single suspicious word.

When a person can defend against all fatal attacks, it is definitely not because he is lucky! (End of this chapter)