My American magical life
Chapter 1096: 131: Key Node in a Turbulent Era (Long Time No See with a Daily of Ten Thousand Haha)_5

Chapter 1096: Chapter 131: Key Node in a Turbulent Era (Long Time No See with a Daily of Ten Thousand Haha)_5

Actually, this is quite surreal.

To say Mr. Cheng is formidable, he’s so inept that he’s about to fail the demands of the interest group’s expansion; he’s now playing at the brink of collapse.

To say Mr. Cheng is inept, his tactic to make Gru surrender upon orders directly exploded Niusen’s psychological pressure—he even started to suspect his own brother.

Struggle, oh struggle, it’s so complex and fascinating.

“Big brother, you know, I’m an adult, sometimes I have to play some adult games.” Will answered bashfully.

It sounded like he was playing S&M, but actually, he had just been beaten up by Gru again.

Gru hated Niusen and Mr. Cheng, but he could only vent on Will; to let off steam, he swung his brass buckle belt like a windmill, so Will’s face looked so miserable.

“Alright, this matter is quite unusual, Will, I want to meet Gru, speak with him face-to-face, can you help me set up a time?”

Niusen actually meant that he had time anytime, which showed how cunning Mr. Cheng’s move was.

“He’s waiting outside…” Will whispered to remind his elder brother.

Governor was startled, he didn’t expect Gru to be in such a hurry.

“Alright, go call him over.”

“Okay!”

Will bowed submissively, his eyes full of hatred.

He had hinted quite strongly how much of a bastard Gru is, would Niusen be influenced by his hint?

—————–

Nevada, a small town northeast of Las Vegas,

A black Raptor stopped by the country road, followed by seven or eight cars.

In the driver’s seat of the Raptor, Wang Weiheng gripped the steering wheel tightly, listening to Old Li’s advice.

“I’ve prepared some very good subordinates for you, they’re inside.”

Beside the country road stood a plantation, a marijuana plantation.

Yes, a marijuana plantation, the kind that when smoked would take you to a blissful high.

America is like this, don’t have too high expectations of America’s moral baseline.

“Inside? You mean?” Little Wang asked somewhat confusedly.

“The boss here is a Chinese, his subordinates are a bunch of slave laborers tricked from Hua Country, you rescue them, give them identities, they’ll become your loyal subordinates.”

Slave laborers.

This term seems a bit out of place in the twenty-first century, but what Old Li said is actually the truth.

The labor cost in America is too high, and plantation work is too arduous, so bringing in illegal immigrants to form slave labor became a reliable choice for plantation owners.

Hmm, like a dream back to the nineteenth century.

Sounds AMAZING, but actually it’s quite reasonable.

Cost and profit are unavoidable issues for plantation owners, they can’t be like Mr. Cheng and make a marijuana plantation public.

Bosses from Mexico or South America like to introduce South American slave laborers, bosses from Japland like to introduce Southeast Asian slave laborers,

Correspondingly, bosses from Hua Country will naturally introduce Hua Country slave laborers.

“Should I be holding a gun and rushing in front later?”

Little Wang was bewildered, he thought being a gang boss only required enduring legal risks, but he didn’t anticipate that the first step would require risking his life.

“Of course, Weiheng, you need to be strong enough to bear the favor of destiny.

Otherwise, no matter how many opportunities God gives you, you’ll eventually lose them.”

Old Li sighed, this truth took him a long time to understand, he’s faced many risks and pressures, but he doesn’t regret it.

This kind of life is stimulating enough, grand enough, interesting enough.

Success and fame are actually a kind of special drug, the victorious lobster can no longer lower its proud head.

This journey was not smooth for Old Li, but now, he doesn’t regret it one bit.

So, Little Wang, are you afraid?

“Brother Li, I can do it!”

Wang Weiheng knew he wasn’t qualified to refuse.

When Old Li gave him the opportunity, he accepted it immediately.

Now refusing would only make him a special ‘risk.’

Inability to be absolutely loyal is absolute disloyalty.

Refusing to make a pledge results in being kicked out.

And as the new Godfather of the West Coast Chinese, Old Li’s ‘kick out’ isn’t just a physical act.

“Hahaha, good! Go then! Take the people with you!”

Old Li liked this young man, Wang Weiheng seemed a bit eager for America, but this special ideology shaped his unique character.

In the face of opportunity, he was brave and fearless, he wanted to climb upwards.

That’s enough.

Original intention is like this, whether Little Wang can endure it, Old Li actually doesn’t care.

If Wang Weiheng dies halfway, he’ll just find someone to replace him.

Your ability to rise high isn’t because you’re so special or extraordinary but because I gave you the opportunity!

Wang Weiheng took a gun from the storage compartment in the car and got out.

Old Li’s men watched him with various expressions, some envious, some disdainful, some calm.

“I’ll rush in front, everyone follows me, we’ll go in through the side door!”

Wang Weiheng didn’t hesitate for a second, directly choosing to charge!

Destiny, oh destiny, those not favored by destiny often cherish the favor most.

There’s a taste of ‘the restless that cannot obtain.’

When the long-pursued favor descends upon oneself, Wang Weiheng dared not hesitate.

I must seize it without hesitation!

I must seize it at all costs!

I must seize it with all my might!

Seize it!

Old Li sat in the back seat of the Ford, silently watching the open side door, listening to the gunfire inside.