My American magical life
Chapter 1120: 142

Chapter 1120: Chapter 142

“Do you think I’m giving away too much interest?” Cheng Daqi asked calmly, his expression unchanged.

Temir was about to say yes, but then suddenly paused, finally, the black-haired wealthy woman spoke somewhat powerlessly and melancholically.

“You still don’t understand me, Chan, I don’t care about that bit of interest, don’t you understand?”

Being cared for by Mr. Cheng on usual days is one thing, but still being treated specially by him now is something else entirely.

The complexity of human emotions lies in this; Mi’er couldn’t tell if she felt heartache or coldness, but she could feel the grievance stemming from being misunderstood from deep within her heart.

Misunderstood by the one she trusted most, misunderstood by the one she thought of constantly.

So, in your eyes, I’m no different from them.

“That’s the problem; you don’t care because we naturally stand together and won’t be separated.

They are not you, Mi’er, Gru, Crusoe, Wolf, they all have desires, and they are not ordinary people.

We cannot earn respect from Achilles without their support.

We couldn’t have come this far without their support either.

Simply understanding this cooperation as a hierarchy difference will make us lose these allies.”

The tug of war between Wolf and Mr. Cheng has gone through countless rounds; this Family Head of Dracula has never concealed his ambitions, such an ally is difficult to deal with.

Gru, Crusoe, even Eris, Magnus types, are not to be underestimated.

The position of faction leader is not easy to hold.

“But your decisions have been hijacked by Wolf, Chan, you’re like two racing cars speeding down a track; it decides to accelerate before the turn to force you to give up interfering with its turn.

However, you still accelerated, teaming up with Wolf and others interested in snatching projects from Vanguard and Belled; this is not an easy task.”

Temir sees the problem clearly; Mr. Cheng reached this point through leveraged operations using his reputation and connections in a non-debt manner, yet his unique leverage has reached a limit.

A limit that could snap at any time.

And at this moment, Mr. Cheng still plans to apply another leverage, to interfere in the media giant acquisition case of Vanguard and Belled.

In Mi’er’s judgment, this strategy is not wise, not wise at all.

So, she would suspect that Mr. Cheng’s decisions had been hijacked by those bugs.

“In Hua Country, there’s a saying, wealth is like quicksand, power is the iron plate. Mi’er, which is more crucial for us now, wealth or power?”

Mi’er was about to answer but sensed the contradiction in Mr. Cheng’s question.

The quicksand might flow away, and the iron plate is not necessarily stable.

The black-haired wealthy woman realized that given Mr. Cheng’s track record, if she really chose one, Cheng Daqi would definitely mock her and put on a show.

“The most important thing is to manage your ambition!” The black-haired wealthy woman’s answer immediately rendered Mr. Cheng silent.

This time, Mi’er anticipated Mr. Cheng’s anticipation and struck preemptively!

“You need a plate to keep the quicksand in your hands, and power itself is very complicated.

But a basic principle is clear, the more power we gain, the more responsibility we must bear.

My decisions have never been hijacked by anyone; in other words, it’s not hijacked, it’s merely the obligations I must fulfill.”

“Vision.”

Mr. Cheng’s vision is much broader than those bugs; otherwise, he wouldn’t be able to be the boss.

What are Gru and Wolf but humanoid entities? Only Mr. Cheng can endure until now, and still clearly dissect his action motives with Temir.

“OK, OK, though reluctantly, I am willing to admit, up to this point, you have dispelled half of my dissatisfaction and concerns.

However, there’s still a critical question, Chan, is it necessary for us to be opponents with those people?”

Temir was clearly referring to those people, and Mr. Cheng knew it well.

He hesitated for a moment and replied.

“Remember the worst-case solution I offered when Nanxi decided to flip the table at the start?”

“Vote for Niusen?”

“Yes.”

“It’s two different issues, Chan, don’t make the topic too complicated.”

Mr. Cheng shook his head and reminded her.

“The development of things has a thread; initially, we already had an understanding with the California Clique and Nanxi, but they only agreed to the conditions and were not very active in providing effort.

To make them move, I chose a dual approach of attracting with benefits and external pressure, while also restraining Wolf with Niusen’s presence.

This strategy now, in hindsight, seems overly aggressive in any way you look at it, but think about it, wasn’t it one of the few paths we could choose at the time?”

Thinking about Mr. Cheng’s words, Temir lost focus for a moment.

Really?

Actually, there were many paths available at the time.

But… she also understood that Mr. Cheng’s strategy was to maximize returns.

And from the standpoint of feasibility, at the moment of choice back then, she, at least, did not raise any doubts.

“Chan, you have always been very smart.”

The words sounded off, but Mr. Cheng didn’t care much.

“But I still failed, and that’s the problem, Mi’er; tactical brilliance cannot remedy strategic shortcomings.

Nanxi was the first adversary to clearly flip the table against us; you and I both know she certainly won’t be the last.

So I started thinking, why not take a step back?

Bear a little less responsibility, relinquish some control to Niusen, to Wolf, even to Achilles—they too are top players not destined to lose.