My American magical life
Chapter 1050: 115: It's My Turn!!!

Chapter 1050: Chapter 115: It’s My Turn!!!

Some people believe that history is a little girl who can be dressed up at will, and its ‘truth’ is shaped by the needs of those controlling the current public opinion.

Others believe that the records of historical events themselves are unreliable, and there is no need to delve too deeply into micro-level historical research; grasping the direction and context is enough.

And some people think that history, ah, needs to be remembered.

Sometimes Cheng Daqi is the first type of person, sometimes he’s the second or third.

However, today he’s the third kind.

“Why did you suddenly think of taking a break, Chan? This isn’t like you.”

Temir was riding a horse, one hand holding the reins, the other lifting up to adjust her hat.

Beside her, Cheng, always a bit uneasy, was on the horse, struggling to maintain his balance.

They were at a ranch in Nevada, which, to be said, was still an asset of the West State, just lacking any operational value.

“Lisa went to Europe to recruit talent, Gru is busy dealing with Forbes’ investigation into the West State, the private prison project has entered a lengthy negotiation phase, and New Era’s operations are also on track.

I predict this is our last leisurely time of the year, Mi’er.”

Being a big boss requires the demeanor of one; in fact, Cheng wants to see if things can be successfully pushed forward without him at the forefront.

“Oh? What big plans do you have for the latter half of the year?” The black-haired rich woman looked at Cheng and asked.

She’s actually somewhat like a standard American tycoon, wanting to rest somewhat after achieving financial freedom, but Cheng is different.

This man is like a clockwork machine, and a very precise one at that, always taking one step and thinking three ahead.

“Shanhaiguan is going public mid-June, and the funds raised will mainly be used to push social e-commerce, which is parallel to car manufacturing in my Hua Country business layout.

Moreover, Mi’er, have you ever considered getting involved in Nevada?”

Nevada is located east of California; besides Las Vegas and the legal brothels, there’s nothing else remarkable here.

But the Gambling City is America’s third Night City, only after New York and San Rodolfo, which says enough about Nevada’s value.

Furthermore, as the only state in all of America to legalize brothels (really), Nevada’s specialty tourism is also quite remarkable.

Importantly, Nevada has a strong Republican Party force, probably related to the gambling industry’s unwelcoming stance towards LGBT people and the like.

After all, in the intense struggles among gangs, absolution tokens for judging highly moral individuals are hard to sell.

Just because you put ‘armed helicopter’ as your gender doesn’t mean you are one; under gang bullets, if you’re meant to fall, you’ll fall.

“OK, OK, I knew you couldn’t be just here for a vacation, Chan, catch up with me later!”

Temir certainly understood Cheng’s intentions, just feeling a bit disappointed—you sure know how to spin things.

Clearly here to lay some groundwork for future plans in Nevada, and you make it sound like you’re accompanying me on vacation…

Just like that, in Cheng’s astonished gaze, the black-haired rich woman rode ahead on her horse.

And Cheng, who had just learned to ride, naturally couldn’t keep up, so he could only watch as Temir galloped away.

He saw the sunlight on Mi’er’s deep green hunting jacket and noticed that he hadn’t kept up; the black-haired rich woman turned back with a mocking smile.

Cheng waved his hand and shouted.

“Wait for me, OK?”

“Turns out there’s something you’re not good at, Chan.”

“There’s plenty I’m not good at, you know, every time I meet Wolf, he grits his teeth in hatred.”

“Why?”

“I like practicing on his golf course, and I always leave the ground full of holes.”

“Oh~ oh~ oh~ damn, Chan, that joke is too cold.”

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In the afternoon, Mi’er accompanied Cheng to Las Vegas by flight.

Las Vegas is a well-known American gambling city, where Achilles has a palace so luxurious that villa and manor don’t suffice to describe it.

However, because the potential future brother-in-law is rarely in America, he visits Las Vegas even less.

So, Cheng and Mi’er, after getting Achilles’ consent, temporarily took over the place.

Let’s just say, even with some battles, Cheng still admires that bastard Achilles deep down.

At least his vision was way ahead of many others; back then, he could play everyone like a fiddle.

“Ms. Temir, hello, it’s the first time meeting you, but I’ve heard of your name long ago.”

Dean, former Federal Senator of Nevada, a Republican.

This middle-aged man was a well-known political figure of the previous generation in the Republican Party, an elite among the Establishment Faction—also a wandering Shamite.

However, evidently, this sort of elite both respects and is very curious about Mi’er.

He doesn’t understand the power iteration within the Caramacris Family, but he understands the value of Temir and Wolf integrating the California Republican Party.

In the backdrop of a full-scale retreat of the West Coast Republican Party forces and the Nevada Senate falling, the California Republican Party rose against the trend and completed its reorganization; Dean was envious.

“Mr. Dean, hello, this is Chan, my partner and fiancé.”

This was a sincere and sudden attack, but fortunately, Cheng kept his composure, showing no signs of surprise to let old fox Dean notice anything.

“Hello, I’m the president of New Era, assisting Mi’er with some work. Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Dean, you’re renowned within the Republican Party.”

Cheng Daqi spoke very politely, as if he truly was just a supporting player to Mi’er’s career.

The black-haired rich woman didn’t expose him, just watched him pretending to be a big shot with a smile in her eyes.