America started its counterattack from the bum

The Capybara was thrashing around in the pool, and Honey was swimming behind it, trying to catch the nimble little fat guy.

Mr. Cheng sat on a lounge chair by the swimming pool, looking down at his cell phone. Lao Li stood behind him, reporting the recent progress in a low voice.

".The situation in San Francisco is more optimistic than we thought. Gwill is just as you said. He actually helped me meet with several key people in person.

The problem is Irvine. You asked me to buy land there, but in the past two years, the price of land in California has increased rapidly. Even those who intend to sell have offered extremely high prices.

The consultant of the real estate company suggested to me that if it is not necessary, I can rent a piece of land first, what do you think? "

Most real estate consultants will try their best to trick their clients into buying more expensive land so that they can get more commission.

But Lao Li is not an ordinary client. Those real estate managers are more afraid that their suggestions are unreliable and they will eventually be sunk by the new godfather of Chinese on the West Coast.

So, in the end, they just gave a wait-and-see opinion. No matter what the final result is, they will not take the blame.

Li Haiping is still reluctant to spend money, so stingy!
Mr. Cheng understood Lao Deng’s idea. The real estate prices in the United States have experienced several collapse cycles, and he wanted to wait until the price was low before buying.

However, for Mr. Cheng, the most difficult stage has been passed, and he is now much more relaxed.
"Well, go and count the wealthy people in Irvine to see if there are any wealthy people who have come from the mainland to buy property. We can borrow their land first."

What Mr. Cheng said is actually what Lao Li wanted to hear!

There are so many wealthy people who bring black gold from the mainland to America. In Lao Li's opinion, they are like piggy banks.

It's all fat meat, but Mr. Cheng keeps him under control and doesn't let him mess around.

Li Haiping couldn't sleep at night hoping that Mr. Cheng would give him this kind of authorization, but when reporting, he didn't dare to have even the slightest intention of guiding him in this direction.

When he really heard that President Cheng had delegated his power, that bastard Li Haiping pretended to be worried and spoke in a serious tone.

"Boss Cheng, isn't this too conspicuous?"

Old Li is very aware. Even though his boss has delegated power to him, he still worries about his boss.

Nothing else, just loyalty!

Li Haiping knew very well how ruthless Mr. Cheng was and how quick his decisions were. He was always required to execute the decisions made by Cheng Daiqi.

Not to mention him giving any advice, even if he advised till the end of time, Mr. Cheng would not change his decision.

This wave is a risk-free tribute, and Lao Li handles it just right.

“You are stupid, find a Vietnamese who is more ruthless, and then arrange for someone to pass the message to them - if only you can help them, won’t the problem be solved?

Moreover, Nancy and I have already reached an agreement that Fidel will become the state senator of the Irvine area. He is also my man. At that time, Field and you can cooperate on both sides.

Let those people go to Fidel for help first, and then after Fidel has tried his best and there is no other way, you can come forward to help.

The land issue has been resolved, and we can also raise some funds for our California Elephant Party, how great is that."

Mr. Cheng gave the order without even raising his head.

Hearing Nancy's name, the look on Lao Li's face became more submissive. He hid all his ambitions and calculations, and agreed with a flattering smile.

"Yes, yes, my brain is too stupid. Your method is good. It kills two birds with one stone. Your method is good!"

Old Li's attitude was too much like that of a sycophant. President Cheng felt sick after hearing it. He put down his phone and turned back to give him some instructions.

"Don't kill people randomly. Find two targets that are not too conspicuous first and then slowly cook them. After all, you won't choke if you cut the meat from a pig slowly. Do you understand?"

Assassination and conspiracy are useful as tactics. There have been several waves of people who want to attack President Cheng, forcing him to constantly improve his security level.

But conspiracy cannot reverse the general trend, and its strategic effect can only be described as mediocre.

Mr. Cheng has been able to get to where he is today precisely because of his grasp of the general trend thanks to his information advantage.

The current situation in the United States has not yet reached the point where it is most difficult to sustain. If Lao Li takes any big action, it may cause backlash.

"I understand. Take your time. I understand!"

Old Li understands Mr. Cheng’s meaning very well.

The meat from the pig - choose the fat ones to slaughter, this sets the direction.

Take your time - tighten the noose little by little, that's the way it is.

The main focus is on a gentle funeral and sustainable development.

"Okay, get out of here."

Mr. Cheng waved his hand, lay down on the recliner, changed his posture and continued to look at his phone.

It’s just that, Lao Li didn’t move, he said a little uneasily.

"Boss Cheng, there's a little trouble with the private prison project. A bunch of black people are taking buses to the project every day to hold up signs. How should we deal with this?"

In fact, this was the work of the Black Caucus in California, but President Cheng, Niu Sen and Nancy didn't care too much about it.

They've already finished half of the cake, and it's about to melt in your mouth, so can't they make others jump for joy?
No matter how much those people curse, they can’t kill the old witch Nancy, let alone Mr. Cheng - they don’t even have the qualifications to know who Mr. Cheng is!
"Don't worry about it. The procedural problems have been solved. Those people will all be our customers in the future. Just leave them there for now."

They thought that it was just an evil capitalist building a new private prison, but they failed to realize that it was a new force of bureaucratic monopoly capitalism in the United States that was expanding rapidly.

The bureaucrats are Niu Sen, Gru, and every partner in Mr. Cheng’s business chain. From San Lorenzo to California, from the West Coast to Washington, Mr. Cheng’s friends are everywhere!

Monopoly means that President Cheng’s new company has obtained joint protection from the federal and local governments and possesses a special American Celestial Dragon license – a franchise, with tax exemptions and reductions!

The confrontation between President Cheng and Nancy seemed turbulent, but it finally came to an end smoothly. This in itself is another movement of reality returning to the capitalist order.
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Old Li got away quickly, and Mi'er caught up with the nimble little fat boy. She held one of Capybara's paws and swam to the swimming pool in front of Mr. Cheng.

"boom!"

Throw Capibara ashore, Mier shouted to Mr. Cheng.

"Hold it for me!"

Cheng Daiqi didn't move at all, just like a middle-aged man lying down after marriage.

"It's the nature of animals to be active, Honey. Wolfe will be here soon. Are you sure we want to meet him here?"

Mr. Cheng sold the steps at a good price. Nancy was very satisfied, Gru was satisfied, and even Crusoe was satisfied. The only one who was not satisfied was Wolfe.

"Hey, here."

As Mi'er spoke, she climbed up into the swimming pool and walked behind Mr. Cheng.

"What's wrong?"

She used both hands to lift the lounge chair and poured Mr. Cheng into the swimming pool.

"Damn it, my phone!"

Mr. Cheng screamed in panic.

"It's waterproof, don't worry."

Mi'er looked at Mr. Cheng, who had become a drowned chicken, with satisfaction, and then occupied the recliner he had just sat on.

“Okay, I know you’re in a good mood, Honey, but Wolf is in a bad mood.

I'm worried that there won't be enough bodyguards around me, and I won't be able to protect you when he rushes over."

The rich black-haired woman was wearing a red one-piece swimsuit today. When she smiled, Mr. Cheng was so trembling that he couldn't even move his eyes.

"Goose, goose, goose, come on, he's probably going to come in with a submachine gun and shoot a bunch of holes in you, but he's not going to target me.

"Da da da! Da da da! Hahahaha!"

President Cheng wiped the water droplets from his face helplessly and shouted to his assistant in the distance.

"Tell the administrator to lower the temperature. Damn, this pool heating system is enough to make soup."

Mi'er actually liked Mr. Cheng's soaked look, she teased with a smile.

"It was your new little brother, Magnus, who replaced him for me. You may not know that he invested in a swimming pool system maintenance company. That day, he personally put on a worker's coat and led his men to install it for most of the day."

Magnus: Sister, no, mom, you are my angel.

President Cheng was helpless. Now the people around him were becoming more and more obedient, but President Cheng was even more tired. Each of these people was ambitious, otherwise they would not have been favored by President Cheng.

While they were being attentive to Mr. Cheng, they also pushed him to move forward.

This is the source of the inability of capital groups or interest groups to stop their expansion impulse once they have grown to a certain scale.

"He's not my little brother. I intend to help him up. What do you think?"

Mr. Cheng swam two laps, came back and lay down by the swimming pool, looking at Mi'er and asked.

"I remember that he was a Stanford graduate who started his own internet loan company, which seemed to be doing well."

President Cheng nodded and said that America has no shortage of talents or geniuses.

"He has a master's degree in mathematics from Princeton. He is in charge of all the data work for his loan company. The point is, his wife is just an ordinary surgeon."

"No background?" The black-haired rich woman noticed.

“Well, he’s a second-generation Italian immigrant, and his father is an ordinary gardener. I think he’s very suitable to be our agent.

New Time has stabilized, but our other business companies need a figurehead.”

Temir thought for a moment and asked.

"There is one private prison that will be demolished in the future, and there is also Eris's security company. You also acquired a Korean online office company. Well, it really needs a smart person to take care of it.

But, Chan, when are you going to start preparing for our banks and universities?"

Hearing Mi'er bring up these two things again, President Cheng replied with a wry smile.

"Wait a minute, wait a minute."

Mi'er rolled her eyes at him in dissatisfaction and didn't say much. She was almost Mr. Cheng's best ally.

She may not really believe the promise that Mr. Cheng made, but she chose to give him some time.

"Mr. Wolfe is here, miss. Do you want me to invite him here?"

Mier looked at Mr. Cheng and signaled him to make a decision.

"Let him come over. Oh, and put my Chinese hot pot table here. We are going to have dinner here."

It is early winter, but the evening breeze in Saint-Lo is only slightly cool, which is perfect for eating hot pot in the courtyard.

When Wolfe walked into the backyard of Temir's mansion, he saw Mr. Cheng paddling hard in the swimming pool, and a rich black-haired woman squatting in the corner playing with peacocks.

He felt a sense of helplessness that made him laugh and cry.

You two are really determined. You sold me out, yet you still live your lives leisurely here!
For Mr. Dracula, the big victory that was within his reach was reduced to a small victory by Mr. Cheng. This is a loss!
Wolf became the nominal leader of the California Elephant Party, married the president's daughter Tiffany, and obtained the inheritance rights of the MAGA faction, the most powerful political movement in the United States.

No matter how you look at it, this is the road to success.

Then, when he was about to score the final goal and was settling MVP with his family, he was stunned by a reminder from Black Satan.

No matter how well Wolff knew Mr. Cheng, he could never have imagined that Mr. Cheng would choose to make him lose in a lose-lose situation.

This is too beastly!

Are they still human?

"Wolf, come on, swim a couple of laps. Magnus replaced this pool with a great temperature control system."

Mr. Cheng invited Wolf to swim, but Wolf just twitched his lips and chose to sit on the old actor's recliner.

It’s strange that there are only two lounge chairs by the swimming pool, but everyone tacitly sits on only this one.

"Chan, you are betraying me!"

Mr. Dracula looked at Mr. Cheng who was still having fun in the water and said coldly.

"Betray what? Swimming secretly without inviting you?"

President Cheng asked back jokingly.

"How did you and Nancy reconcile like this? Didn't we agree to be tough to the end?"

At this moment, Wolfe was like a cuckolded woman, his eyes were full of emotions and no rationality at all.

President Cheng's move was too shady. On the eve of Wolfe's victory, he led the entire faction to make peace with Nancy. No matter how much Wolfe won, he could only "declare victory" helplessly under such a situation.

"Look, we have avoided the meaningless dispute with the California gang and returned to a win-win situation. Isn't this a good thing?"

Is what Mr. Cheng said reasonable? Yes!
But many things are unreasonable!

The struggle for dominance between Wolfe and Mr. Cheng has become meaningless due to Mr. Cheng's surrender.

What if he wins?
Will you continue to charge forward for President Cheng?

This is what makes Wolfe most frustrated. He could have taken over President Cheng's position and continued to lead the California Elephant Party to fight the California Gang, but he did not want to be a pawn for President Cheng.

Cheng Daiqi has now landed and helped Wolfe, but there is not much Wolfe can do.

It is precisely because he sees it clearly that Wolf is so cold towards Black Satan.

No matter how powerful Black Satan is, he can’t control the California Elephant Party!

The enemy's opinion is not important!
"You should at least tell me, Chan. Tell me in advance. Is that so hard?"

Mr. Dracula, this is pure impotent rage.

The problem is there, but it is difficult to solve it. Wolfe is unwilling to solve the problem. All he can do is express his dissatisfaction to President Cheng.

Cheng Daiqi got out of the swimming pool, took the towel handed to him by his entourage, wiped his body, and then lay down next to Wolfe.

"I'll treat you to hotpot tonight, Huaguo Hotpot, don't be angry."

Wolfe's face was filled with humiliation.

"What do you take me for, Chan?"

To appease the child, right?
You treat me like a kid?
The clouds are very thick tonight, and the stars in the night sky appear particularly dim. Mr. Cheng looked at the dark sky and asked calmly.

"What do you take me for, Wolfe?"

You don't even want to call me leader.

“It was me who put you at the helm of the Dracula family.

It was me who brought you into the core circle of the Elephant Party establishment at a low cost.

It was me who helped you become the chairman of the California Elephant Party's Grand Committee.

It’s me who found you an accelerator wife who can fulfill your dreams.

Wolfe, don't be too greedy!"

Wolfe was so angry at what Mr. Cheng said that he dared not say anything.

He knew very well what tricks Mr. Cheng was playing, and he could refute every word Mr. Cheng listed.

But being able to do something doesn’t mean it’s feasible. Mr. Cheng has already attacked him, but Wolff doesn’t want to completely break off relations.

Temir, who had already returned to the room, came over with a bottle of red wine. Seeing that Wolf didn't bring a submachine gun, she didn't care what the two were arguing about.

"Okay, guys, this is the Bordeaux 97 I stole from Achilles' cellar."

Wolfe didn't move, and neither did Mr. Cheng.

In the face of huge struggles for interests and power, any lubrication is useless.

Even if Mier came to smooth things over, even if Nancy knelt down and kowtowed to Wolfe, he would never easily forgive Mr. Cheng and Nancy, the couple! (End of this chapter)