My American magical life
Chapter 1058: 117: Caesar's Fate Is to Take the Blame

Chapter 1058: Chapter 117: Caesar’s Fate Is to Take the Blame

Eris adjusted his sunglasses, confirmed that it was Domo who had arrived, and motioned for the model beside him to leave.

“But we haven’t had enough fun yet, Mr. Eris~”

A red-haired, voluptuous model climbed onto Eris, acting coquettishly.

“Get lost!”

Eris pushed her away, stood up from the lounge chair, and walked over to the railing to greet Domo.

His bodyguard swiftly grabbed the woman who couldn’t grasp the situation and dragged her out.

After the death of Desel, Eris had become much more cautious, losing his former arrogance.

The vortex surrounding Boss Cheng was too complicated; the surging currents only brushed Eris slightly, almost breaking him apart.

“Eris, this house is nice. How much did you buy it for?”

The chubby young master was a bit envious of Eris’s mansion.

Following Boss Cheng, some people ate meat every day, while others went hungry for nine days out of ten.

Eris, Gru, and Lisa represented the former, while Niusen and the Crusoe Family represented the latter.

Until now, after following Boss Cheng for so long, the Crusoe Family hadn’t gained any tangible benefits, only a bunch of empty promises.

But you couldn’t blame Boss Cheng for being stingy—who told them to join the game too late?

“Tens of millions of Dollars, not much. Is this what you wanted to ask me about?”

“Tens of millions of Dollars, not much.”

The chubby young master tilted his head, glancing at Eris’s bodyguard standing next to him, the implication clear.

“Don’t worry, they’re all my brothers, as close as Desel was, go ahead and speak.”

For Eris, if even these long-time brothers would betray him, then there was no one he could trust in this world.

Domo pondered the conversation he had with his father before coming and spoke with a somewhat serious tone.

“This time, it’s actually my father who wants me to talk to you on his behalf.

Some things said to outsiders they wouldn’t understand, but you surely would—we are actually the weakest two parties.

You may seem dignified now, but in reality, you’re in a position that could be replaced at any time. Our family is like a bargaining chip to balance Wolf, and not very unique.”

Upon hearing these words, Eris’s expression changed.

These words couldn’t be more intimate, my friend.

“What do you mean?”

The chubby young master squirmed a bit, lamenting in his heart about this kind of work—who wouldn’t want to be a simple, innocent boy?

“We need to unite, Eris!”

In fact, they were already united. When the two first became friends, there were factors of ‘past entanglements’ and also the weakest linking together for warmth.

But in the past, their alliance wasn’t explicit, just an unspoken understanding.

“How to unite? Unite to take down Chan? Or to take down Temir?”

Eris turned, leaning on the railing and smoking, making it difficult for Domo to see his expression.

“If this is your true intention, then I must remind you, don’t delude yourself and self-destruct, your brothers around you still rely on you to support them, Eris.

If you’re joking, I can pretend I never heard it, and you don’t need to mention it again—I believe you’re a smart man.”

The chubby young master clearly expressed his stance, understanding that Eris was venting his frustration.

It’s simple.

If Eris truly intended to act, he wouldn’t even bring up the topic.

“What can we do?”

The chubby young master sat in Eris’s previous spot, first taking a sip of ice-cold beer, then speaking.

“Chan and Wolf must have some secret agreement. Chan’s business is new media, the only choice to gain a voice in America under the premise of traditional media being controlled.

Wolf hasn’t touched media; he directly built a research institute and a bunch of new institutions solely to serve the California Republican Party.

Their damnable aspect is that my father, being the chairman of the fundraising committee, works hard to raise funds, only to inevitably spend a large portion on the institutions they establish!

In other words, they not only have a high status, pay less, but also make a damn profit in the end!”

What made the capitalist old Crusoe curse two other capitalists through his son’s mouth?

Nothing but wanting to eat but unable to, feeling uncomfortable inside.

“Otherwise, Temir has resources and background, Wolf has status and potential, and Chan is the founder of all this, so it’s normal for them to take a larger share~”

Eris didn’t really care about these—he had his fair share!

Boss Cheng, through him, sponsored a bunch of young politicians, and with a slight maneuver, Eris could feast well, not to mention other benefits promised by Boss Cheng.

“True, you’re not in a hurry, and my father guessed as much, but Eris, don’t you want to go further?

Or is the once-renowned Mr. Eris now content to be a mere errand boy for life?”

Eris wasn’t just anyone. In the past, when Crusoe wanted to run for office, he made Eris his agent to handle tasks inconvenient for him to do personally.

Back then, he was still an old boy chasing dreams, knowing the chairman of the California Senate Budget Committee, Domis, and having connections on the West Coast.

He had two gangs under him, hundreds of brothers, and acquaintances that spanned both the political and business circles of the West Coast, making it fair to say he was once renowned.

Now, he had long forgotten that ‘wilderness’ life and, on the track Boss Cheng marked out, he just trudged diligently like a blindfolded donkey.

“Go further? How to go further? So, is your target Wolf?”

Eris sensed the element!

“Yes and no; in the end, we are our own people, with no intense competitive relationships. My father’s plan is to raise our importance through enhancing our influence so that we have more say in the future.”