My American magical life
Chapter 1051: 115: It's My Turn!!!_2

Chapter 1051: Chapter 115: It’s My Turn!!!_2

“Senior, senior, I’ve already retired from the political stage. The future belongs to the young, Wolf is quite good.”

After Dean was ousted from his Senate seat by the Democrats, both Senate seats in Nevada fell into the hands of the Democrats.

For an old politician like Dean, who has witnessed decades of power shifts on the West Coast, he understands that his political life has little chance of a comeback.

After the reversal of trends, it will be governed by new rules for a long time, and he won’t see the day of another reversal.

“Haha, you are still quite young. At sixty, for a politician, you’re particularly young!” Cheng Daqi said.

Mi’er is the cream of the crop among women, so smart that she could vie with Achilles for the inheritance of a super-rich family. Sitting beside Mr. Cheng, she coordinated with him in a flawless rhythm.

“Chan, I remember it seems like both old Joe and Nanxi are much older than Mr. Dean?”

Xi Zong and the old hag are standard cases of old thieves who refuse to die; compared to them, Dean is indeed young.

Cheng Daqi didn’t look at Dean, just stared blankly ahead, looking as if he was deep in thought.

“Hmm, right, it’s a pity, the Democrats did quite well in the Nevada elections.”

Dean was somewhat stunned at the side.

Poor him, he thought these two suddenly reached out to him to scheme something up, but it turns out you’re just being sarcastic?

In fact, old Dean underestimated Mr. Cheng and Mi’er.

This is just the beginning!

Mi’er noticed that old Dean was getting a bit impatient, so she said.

“Forget it, let’s not talk about this, Mr. Dean, let’s play some Texas hold’em first. The chef I contacted probably can’t serve dinner until around seven.”

And so, the bemused old Dean, guided by the two young people, smoothly went along and played Texas hold’em with them.

In Nevada, as long as private gambling doesn’t involve someone taking a cut, it’s considered ‘social gambling’—an abstract definition meaning it’s legal to play like this.

But soon, Dean started sweating.

No other reason, Mr. Cheng and Mi’er lost more than four hundred thousand dollars to him within just a few minutes.

Dean raised his eyebrows, first discreetly glancing at Mr. Cheng, finding the man’s expression terribly stable from beginning to end.

He then looked at Mi’er, coincidentally, Mi’er was also calmly looking at him.

“Forget it, forget it, let’s not gamble anymore, haha, it’s too big a game, not appropriate.”

Dean has the guts to take the money, of course, not just guts, but it’s frighteningly substantial.

But this unclear money can’t be taken randomly!

“Mr. Dean, what do you plan to do after retirement, do you have any related thoughts?”

Mi’er pushed her cards to the center of the table, agreeing to his request, then asked.

Facing the question from the wealthy black-haired woman, Dean wiped the sweat from his forehead and replied.

“I still have a position in the Nevada Republican Party, so I’ll keep at it for now. In a couple of years, I plan to pass on the power to the young folks, just haven’t decided who yet—they’re all excellent and ambitious, young talents from different regions of Nevada.”

When a seasoned politician talks about retirement life, the mention of ‘passing on power’ has a very clear implication.

Dean: Kids, I still have some weight in Nevada, feel free to speak up if you need anything!

“Here’s the thing, Mr. Dean, we consider ourselves good friends with Wolf and share some special common interests and demands in certain areas.

The Democratic California Clique is quite formidable, and the California Elephant Party has to feign civility with them to gain breathing space, it’s very humiliating.”

Mi’er’s words left Dean feeling somewhat helpless.

If possible, who would willingly accept disgraceful defeat?

He is a representative figure of the Nevada Establishment Faction, yet under the Democratic Party’s assault, he lost his Senate seat.

Saying more would only bring tears!

Seeing Dean having a reaction, Cheng Daqi continued to add.

“The Nevada Republican Party has experienced an epic collapse over the past few years, and the situation is also quite severe in other states.

We want to establish a dialogue mechanism within the West Coast Republican Party to build a more united Republican family.”

Not pretending anymore, cards on the table.

We young folks have an immature suggestion.

Form a mutual protection alliance for the West Coast Republican Party.

Hmm, don’t look at me like that, it’s not the same as the Southeast mutual protection in the late Qing Dynasty—not nearly as effective!

After Cheng Daqi finished speaking, the poker room in the palace fell silent.

Silence, oh silence, smart people like silence because they understand that expressing opinions is important and must be done carefully.

“Quite a notion, over the years, with the rise of social media, political activities in America have become increasingly different from the past.

The ideas of you young people tend to be more innovative; people complain about gerontocracy being pervasive in America, but actually, we are the ones most hoping for young people to rise up.”

Former Nevada Senator Dean said—nonsense, purely mismatched words.

“So, you also support this dialogue mechanism?” Mi’er asked.

Dean looked at the chips in his hand and then raised his head and said.

“Not enough, Temir, Chan, if you want to do this, it’s not about money, it requires overcoming many arduous challenges to be feasible.”

Seemingly complaining that the four hundred thousand dollars in bribes weren’t enough, or perhaps saying Mr. Cheng’s faction isn’t strong enough.

However, it doesn’t matter.

“Mi’er, there’s no rush for this matter, the West Coast Republican Party isn’t weak enough yet. When they are unable to sustain themselves due to attacks, they will naturally think of uniting to fight for a voice.”