My American magical life
Chapter 1104: 134: MAGA What, Private! For! Gateway! Counting!_2

Chapter 1104: Chapter 134: MAGA What, Private! For! Gateway! Counting!_2

Confronted by the threat of the California Clique, Chief Cheng was filled with apprehension.

Faced with the Great Commander’s duplicity, Chief Cheng wouldn’t yield an inch.

Externally, one must be cautious and careful; internally, one must adopt an arrogant and domineering stance.

Chief Cheng wished to keep a low profile, but his strength did not permit it, and Angsa white ghosts did not appreciate the art of humility.

After being sarcastically berated by Chief Cheng, the Great Commander was left speechless.

Why are you so rude?

However, after holding back for a long time, the Great Commander only managed to utter one sentence.

“How much did this car cost?”

Grasping at straws for conversation.

“Probably around ten million Dollars, but I haven’t asked specifically; it was a gift from a friend.

Sir, since we’ve arrived at the airport, don’t you think it’s time to give us an answer?”

Answer.

Chief Cheng once again cornered the Great Commander.

Yes, you possess supreme power, but I also have a portion of supreme power; we’re not that different.

“Chan, you’re still young and don’t understand the importance of progressing steadily; if you try to consume too much at once, you’ll end up with an upset stomach.”

The Great Commander: Please, don’t try to control me like some brainless impulsive youngster, okay?

Cheng Daqi chuckled and retorted.

“You know we’re young, so naturally, we are your natural allies, Mr. Great Commander. The Governor of Florida might compete with you, but Wolf certainly won’t.

If the worst-case scenario happens, like you failing to get re-elected or something, wouldn’t you need to prepare a backup plan in advance?”

When you have nothing but youth, that youth is a lousy hand.

But for Chief Cheng’s crew, youth is their greatest trump card.

No matter your immense power, your ability to make the wind and rain dance at your command, as long as you grow old, we can win.

“You think I will lose the re-election?” The Great Commander looked at Cheng Daqi with displeasure.

Too arrogant, too reckless!

You’re just a businessman in America; for someone like you, there aren’t just a thousand, at least five or six hundred.

Who are you pretending to be?

“Sir, your MAGA faction is far from as solid as it seems. This, you know better than anyone.”

It’s not the lies that hurt people; it’s the truth that cuts like a sharp sword.

That sharp sword wielded by Chief Cheng left the Great Commander feeling suffocated.

The legendary story of the golden-haired old boy is equivalent to an old foundation-building event (a billionaire capitalist’s strength) comprehending the Dao overnight, achieving the Golden Condensing Pill (billion-level) and the Nascent Soul (trillion-level strength, achieved through the position of Great Commander) in a flash.

But due to his shallow roots, although he is a Nascent Soul True Monarch (Great Commander), he couldn’t find reliable people to use for a while.

Afterwards, the MAGA victory was seized by opportunists and local ambitious schemers from various states in America.

The opportunists also have shallow roots, and when MAGA perishes, they will perish alongside it.

Schemers like Crusoe have completely used MAGA as their tool, with no intention of serving the golden-haired old boy at all.

In this manner, a grand populist movement turned into ‘Why MAGA, only personal interests count’.

Seemingly, old Den firmly sits on the leadership position, with everyone shouting loyalty, loyalty to the H-colored MAGA flag.

But in actuality, are they loyal to MAGA?

No, it’s the power that MAGA brings!

The future scenarios are indeed developing according to Chief Cheng’s judgment, as proven by history.

Those MAGA youth would be very happy to see the Great Commander fall apart.

The premise of vying for dominion is the losing of Qin’s deer.

If the Great Commander doesn’t step down, how can the people behind him ascend with the MAGA flag?

The essence of the debate is the struggle over discourse dominance.

As long as the founder doesn’t die, no matter how someone holding the MAGA scriptures challenges, they will never surpass the founder.

So, in the power game, they are subjected to the founding father, which is the inherent logic behind the golden-haired old boy’s inevitable re-election failure.

“Chan, you and I both know that the situation in California is quite abnormal; the storms you’ve stirred in San Rodolfo are too great.”

After much contemplation, the Great Commander decided to formally discuss the price.

As a mature capitalist, he has a clear understanding of future risk expectations.

More importantly, Cheng Daqi and his people are too young.

This is the crux of the matter.

For example, if Wolf became his son-in-law, given his age and status, Wolf would definitely not become his rival!

Supporting outsiders to share MAGA’s power is not the same as supporting his own to inherit MAGA faction.

But how to become one’s own, and what kind of one’s own to become, is another issue altogether.

“Mr. Great Commander, there are storms because we are strong enough, creating contradictions. The current situation is that a few of us have made a firm resolution to fight to the end in the future’s contradictions with the California Clique!

After establishing a foothold in San Rodolfo, we’ll develop Republican Party members within California. Ultimately, we’ll build a West Coast transtate Republican Party ideological alliance.

If you’re willing to step forward to help us, then in the future, you’ll have a steadfast ally!”

The order of power is truly erratic.

Chief Cheng has previously achieved his goals through multiple interrogations of the Great Commander, and secretly, his conflict with the golden-haired old boy is almost irreconcilable.

But now, for the sake of interest, they are walking towards an alliance.

This is different from a fleeting affair with the California Clique; Chief Cheng’s forces and the Great Commander belong to the same camp. Their alliance has a fairly high basis of mutual trust. After all, everyone has to dig for food in the big pot of the Republican Party, maintaining a certain degree of decorum is imperative.

However, faced with Chief Cheng’s offer, the Great Commander did not answer!

Cheng Daqi raised an eyebrow.

Old Den, why aren’t you speaking?

In golden-haired Old Den’s eyes, Cheng Daqi’s terms practically belong to the category of absolutely outrageous.

I’m over seventy, and you’re asking me to support you, to hoist you up, putting you on the horse, and giving it a push.

And your return to me, is the alignment of fiefdoms of listening but not heeding.

You are f***ing unrivaled huh!

How dare you be so greedy?

Niusen, Nanxi: Damn, finally, he finally knows how to harm others!!!

“Chan, what you said is too far for me. I’m old, I can’t see that far.

I just want to settle Tiffany’s marriage sooner; she’s my favorite daughter, yet she’s been dragged into these troublesome things because of me.”

Kid, I don’t acknowledge the pie you’re drawing; I can’t eat it!

Let’s talk about everything after Wolf and Tiffany’s marriage ends!

Cheng Daqi looked displeased.

The earlier cooperation with Wolf was made pleasant with dividends, and now he’s caught in all spheres and dimensions by Wolf.

Indeed, a dual-empire Rome has no future, this point has long been given a historical answer.

Chief Cheng holds an informational advantage, but in the grand game of interests, everyone’s strategy approaches absolute rationality (absolute rationality does not mean correctness, but from the party’s perspective, more likely to make self-benefiting choices), his informational advantage is rendered useless.

“Alright, Mr. Great Commander.”

Only the weak are swayed, Chief Cheng is no longer weak.

He simply agreed to the Great Commander’s request lightly, without saying a word extra.

The black Army One, under the protection of the Great Commander’s security team, sped through a fast-track channel, heading straight to San Rodolfo Airport.

After sending off the Great Commander, Cheng Daqi immediately dialed Mi’er’s number.

“Mi’er, the situation doesn’t align with our expectations; he indeed picked the most annoying option from those.”

The black-haired rich lady on the other end naturally knew what Cheng Daqi was talking about. She smiled silently.

Big brother, you’re always acting dangerously, always hoping to gain big from small efforts, sooner or later you’ll screw up.

I’ve reminded you many times, you only listen but never change.

See, isn’t my reminder correct?

The sense of psychological satisfaction didn’t stop Mi’er from continuing to stand by Chief Cheng’s side, confronting the enemy together with him, she revealed a new change to Chief Cheng.

“You can look up FOX’s latest live broadcast, Chan, I don’t know if it’s God’s favor, Nanxi surprisingly gave you a boost at this time.”

After watching the lip-reading analysis on FOX via a tablet, Cheng Daqi responded.

“Mi’er, it’s not God’s favor; this is the opportunity we fought for. If we weren’t strong enough, Hutter wouldn’t put pressure on the California Clique in Niger.

Now, under our pressure, they’re ready to kick out Niusen.

Hahaha, truly, Nanxi oh Nanxi, hahahaha.”

And because of this amusing thought, Chief Cheng couldn’t help but laugh aloud.

Fate, oh fate, it favors the brave.