My American magical life
Chapter 1082: 127: How can great things be accomplished if one cherishes their life too much?_2

Chapter 1082: Chapter 127: How can great things be accomplished if one cherishes their life too much?_2

Now, he lamented for underestimating Mr. Cheng, much like how people occasionally think back on past embarrassments, as if painful traumatic memories flash by.

It could be said, the pressure from Mr. Cheng had already caused him psychological harm.

My name is Gru, just past forty, head of the American gang, always up to no good, but mentally fragile.

Can one not be fragile?

In front of Mr. Cheng’s ruthlessness, even Capen from Chicago would look pathetic like a greenhorn.

“As long as certain methods are optional for achieving the objectives, don’t be conflicted about whether to use them, Gru, you’re still lacking the edge.

Or rather, it’s your generation of Americans, no, it should be post-Cold War Americans, who’ve already been poisoned to lose the most critical resolve.”

Cheng Daqi sighed, he was starting to see things clearly too.

If you’re afraid of getting hurt when doing great things, how can you ever succeed?

Once life becomes too good, people’s inertia and cowardice become uncontrollably excessive.

Most Americans now belong to this kind, living too comfortably, forgetting how to live in a dark forest.

When growth stagnates, conflicts intensify, and a new turning point within America arrives, most people will be thrown off by the times.

“Resolve?”

Gru savored this word, for a moment, unsure what to say.

So it turns out, his resolve was long gone.

When did it happen?

Why can’t I remember?

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New Era Headquarters, in the parking lot.

“This is too much…”

Temir circled Mr. Cheng’s new car twice, still somewhat in disbelief.

No way, dude, can you really afford to sit in this?

“Gru insisted I accept it, he really put me in a difficult position…”

Cheng, who was practically possessed by Chen Youliang, found himself in an awkward spot.

If Gru gifted a car and he didn’t accept it, what would Gru think?

If Wolf sends a plane, you accept; Crusoe sponsors a house, you accept, but with me, you don’t.

What, am I not fit to be your confidant and ally?

Who understands Mr. Cheng’s difficulties? Those around him are all troublemakers, forcing him to precariously maintain balance over a volcano.

“It’s still too much, Chan, if you drive this out, you’ll be photographed, I can even imagine them mistaking you for the Great Commander, and eventually, you’ll be exposed.”

The brunette didn’t envy Mr. Cheng for having subordinates kiss up to him, she simply offered a sincere reminder.

“Exposure is exposure, it’s about time we came into the limelight, isn’t it?”

Cheng Daqi shook his head.

Actually, Gru was right in saying that he needed to demonstrate his strength, to deter those lurking potential threats.

“Are you saying things with Gasetti are about to settle?”

Temir was quick to catch the meaning behind Mr. Cheng’s words.

“Hard to say, Niusen, that scumbag, promised we’d see his moves, yet he hasn’t acted at all.”

Riel pressed the elevator button for Mr. Cheng and Temir, and the two walked in.

“You can’t expect the California Clique to be as united as we are,” Mr. Cheng teased.

There must be differences in decision-making between Niusen and Nanxi, even Wolf could see that, Mr. Cheng’s tactics were indeed risky.

Driving a tiger to swallow a wolf, neither the tiger nor the wolf is an easy opponent.

“United? That’s because you’re here. Without you, we’d just be a loose sandpile.

It seems all great organizations begin this way, with a Messiah controlling everything, from thoughts to actions, leading his followers to victory.”

Temir’s understanding was still that philosopher king logic, which could be called Monkey King theory, that the Monkey King will handle all troubles.

Such perspectives have thrived for thousands of years, spanning from East to West.

Modern thought and ideological evolution tend towards fragmentation, but the extreme of fragmentation is deconstructed nihilism.

Ultimately, the coronation of the blonde old boy at the Freedom Lighthouse proved that naked apes cannot truly be without a Monkey King.

The underlying logic is that scriptures can be improvisational lies, but given a long enough timeline, the average always returns in a new way, after all, human nature doesn’t change.

“Yeah, you’re right.”

Temir was indeed not wrong, Mr. Cheng didn’t want to argue, but it was a topic he didn’t want to delve into.

Because with the intellect of the brunette, just thinking a bit, she would realize the issues at hand.

Mr. Cheng wasn’t after money or enjoyment, he could even generously share power, so what was he after?

Even though Lisa had gotten closer to the truth time and again, her tolerance didn’t mean Mr. Cheng could indulge in self-destructive rhetoric.

This belonged in the realm of doing, Lisa would support him, however, if he kept talking, Lisa might not support him fully.

“Alright then, today’s still about the private prison thing, we’ve settled it with the City Council of San Rodolfo, the councilors involved in the project financing have to follow through.

But the solutions they’ve provided aren’t quite right, we need to compete with several companies that already have extensive experience in the private prison sector, for the dominant right of this project.”

Mi’er wasn’t as much of a buzzkill as Mr. Cheng expected, she knew it was impossible to convince this man.

If Mr. Cheng’s resolve could be so easily influenced, he wouldn’t be Mr. Cheng.

Therefore, the brunette chose to focus her attention on work.

“Compete? Then fight for it, with everyone’s skills.”

The elevator stopped, and Mr. Cheng and Mi’er stepped out together.

With the Chairman and CEO both appearing, the executives on Xinshi Group’s office floor were on edge, Cheng Daqi glanced around and returned to his office.

For the management, his occasional appearances were sufficient, he wasn’t responsible for the specific work problems.

For a company like Xinshi, which was almost run like a family business, Mi’er’s involvement equated to Mr. Cheng’s, and mutual trust existed between the two.

However, the management was in for a tough time; Mi’er’s management style was far more formidable than Mr. Cheng’s.

In terms of toughness, Mr. Cheng

Mr. Cheng didn’t need to assert authority, everything was result-oriented, Lisa previously paid more attention to processes, to be accountable to both Mi’er and Mr. Cheng.

Mi’er was a different story, after Lisa left Xinshi, if her performance wasn’t as good as Lisa’s….

“I’m worried we might not be able to compete with them; they have extensive experience in the field.”

Temir sat opposite Mr. Cheng, expressing concern.

Cheng Daqi opened emails, replying while analyzing the situation with Mi’er.

“Be confident, the City Council was so smoothly passing this plan despite Gasetti’s obstruction, indicating that those few opponents exerted effort too, we definitely can’t win.”

The brunette was astonished, but upon further thought, this could indeed be the truth.

You could say, Mr. Cheng played along with the situation well.

He could even anticipate the forces that would join later.

“Then what should we do?”

The brunette, accompanying Mr. Cheng through stormy seas on the West Coast for long, had developed quite a strong mindset.

But the game Mr. Cheng was playing, grew bigger and the involving people and forces became increasingly complex.

She feared Mr. Cheng would be blinded by past victories, leading to a slip due to excessive risk-taking.

“I have three strategies: superior, average, and inferior. Which do you want to hear?”

Yet, Mr. Cheng wasn’t anxious at all, instead, he jokingly played coy.

“Spill it!”

Temir rolled her eyes, urging impatiently.

“The superior strategy is to promise non-profit directly, guarantee in Xinshi Group’s name, seize the leadership in the bidding stage, and then slowly work the rest out.

For example, solve it administratively by patching things up with public service management, or use loss to influence the detention efficiency, forcing relief from administrative burdens.

The average strategy is to develop a normal, yet highly competitive plan, to compete with them, from cost control, long-term benefits, social value, public relations, to enhance our competitiveness comprehensively.

This plan is a gamble, not necessarily successful, and would put us in a passive position in the future — commitments would bear costs.

The inferior strategy is to voluntarily let the chance go to an opponent, even privately helping ‘special’ ones, then wait for their downfall, and directly acquire the company trying to freeload on us — here is San Rodolfo after all.

The inferior strategy is pretty bad, I don’t really want to pick it, sigh, if it weren’t for needing to be responsible for you allies, shareholders, partners, why would I be forced to this point?”