My American magical life
Chapter 1143: 151 The Implementation of Patriarchy

Chapter 1143: Chapter 151 The Implementation of Patriarchy

Through the afternoon sunshine filtering through the trees, Tiffany noticed someone waving at them from the terrace of the main building of the mansion.

It seemed to be a young man holding a glass of wine in his hand.

“He looks a bit like the protagonist in ‘The Great Gatsby’. Is he the Chan you mentioned?”

Tiffany asked Wolf when she saw him.

“He’s way better than DiCaprio. You can call him the Great Chan, hahaha, let’s go in.”

Wolf has been both an enemy and a friend to Cheng Daqi and Mi’er for so long, that as long as they put aside the interests, they actually get along quite well.

“Uh, the Great Chan? I think I’ve never heard of him, so why is he great?”

Tiffany got out of the car and pressed down the hem of her skirt.

“Temir Kalamakris, you should know her, right? She’s about the same age as you, um, maybe two or three years older.”

“I know, she’s the only real heiress on YouTube with over four hundred thousand fans.”

Actually, what Tiffany envied most was that even when the Caramacris Family casually dispatched a daughter, the fortune given could surpass ten billion.

Even though Xinshi Group has no fame outside, for Tiffany, who has already become a child of the Republican elite family, it’s almost like thunder piercing the ear.

“Then you probably need to rethink your impression of her, she’s not an internet celebrity or heiress, but a lioness dancing with wolves.

Guess what my relationship with them is?”

Wolf needed to help Tiffany gradually integrate into his circle, considering that the Dracula Family Head didn’t have too many circles to manage, so he only needed to help Tiffany understand the peculiarity of Cheng Daqi and Mi’er.

“Friends, but Temir isn’t married yet, is she?”

Wolf and Tiffany went up the staircase, and he deliberately slowed his steps.

“Enemies first, then friends. We built the California Elephant Party, but Chan and I are still fighting for dominance.

As for their relationship, I actually don’t know, but that’s not important.”

Tiffany nodded knowingly.

Infighting, she totally understood.

Her father ran the ‘Apprentice’ show, and so many so-called ‘apprentices’ came and went. In the end, the one the man took a fancy to was a black girl.

This black girl had no other capabilities, except for one thing — she was particularly good at infighting.

So, that man integrated her into his team, taking her all the way into the White House.

Later, the Great Commander also got what he asked for. This black girl, who was top-class at infighting, turned against him and used him as her stepping stone into the black civil rights movement.

“Got it.”

Wolf stood at the corner, looking down at the girl beside him.

“You’re very nervous?”

Strangely enough, Tiffany found that Wolf might be even more nervous than she was.

She definitely wasn’t nervous, as she was just accompanying Wolf to meet his partner.

Moreover, for Tiffany, who had been navigating the social hell comprised of second-generation heiresses for over a decade, there wasn’t anyone worth fearing.

“Not nervous…”

But for Mr. Dracula, his mindset was not so certain.

Wolf was the current spokesperson for the Dracula Family, and he had no family head above him—unless Old Joel, who just had a heart transplant and was half-paralyzed while preparing to reach a hundred with an eighteen-year-old’s heart, had any objections.

Considering the indescribable role Cheng Daqi played in the marriage alliance, it was rather strange that Wolf brought Tiffany along.

Father-son relations and such were too abstract, but the role Cheng Daqi played at every step in this matter was undoubtedly filled with paternal colors.

For instance, Cheng Daqi on one hand provided Wolf benefits, while on the other required Wolf’s support, and occasionally flashed his belt to him.

Isn’t this a typical father figure?

It’s best not to overthink some things.

“Ha, Tiffany, you are so beautiful, darling, please sit down.”

Temir and Tiffany then kicked off a classic American heiress socializing, while Cheng Daqi and Wolf exchanged a glance.

Looking at the wine glass in Cheng Daqi’s hand, Wolf said.

“No drinking today, just here with Tiffany to meet you guys.”

Cheng Daqi instinctively felt something was amiss.

This fell under, acquiring paternal rights, fulfilling paternal rights, being accepted for paternal rights, but still not aware of it himself.

“When do you plan to hold the wedding?”

Cheng Daqi slightly tilted his head, quietly asked Wolf.

“Do you want it sooner or later?” Wolf deflected the question back.

Cheng Daqi was somewhat surprised.

“Come on, it’s your wedding, not mine.”

Cheng Daqi deflected back, and thus, the two stopped speaking.

Tiffany and Temir continued playing verbal games, and if they didn’t break up the confrontation themselves, the two could be fakely close until the avenue disenchanted.

In American social culture, the most competitive is the social relationships between girls, within which the competitiveness among second-generation heiresses surpasses everyone’s imagination.

Their logic is shaped as, if you’re not popular = you’re a freak.

Even into adulthood, they often can’t escape the impact of this pathological social culture on their personalities, and there’s also an element of category factor in Tiffany’s hostility towards Ivanka.

“You went to see Niusen?”

“Yes, who told you that?”

“Hahaha, how did the talk go?”

“Not bad. He doesn’t want to be gradually pushed out by Nanxi, that old thing is almost in the ground but still wants to hold onto the power he has.

Many people are actually dissatisfied with her mannerisms, but they are unwilling to be the first to stand out, and if Niusen is willing to try and be that first bird, it might not be entirely bad for him.”

This kind of strategy would be difficult to implement anywhere else.

Only in America, in the fiercely competitive, utterly bottomless political scene of America can it be so easily achieved.

White people won’t feel gratitude. When something goes smoothly or they gain unexpected benefits, they thank God, for this is God’s protection.

You helped him, and he doesn’t thank you. He believes God let you appear to help him, and it is God he thanks.

Even elite figures like Niusen and Wolf can pretend to have a sense of gratitude or show an understanding of reciprocating in front of someone truly powerful like Cheng Daqi.

But the things deep inside them, or the things inherently colored in their behavioral patterns, definitely have an element of religious influence.

This is also why Wolf believes that absolution tokens being purchasable is a good thing—you see, doesn’t Mr. Governor need it too now?

“Are you saying Niusen agreed to help you get rid of his aunt?”

Even having had a deep understanding of Cheng Daqi’s wild tactics, Wolf still found this tactic a bit too unorthodox.

If Cheng Daqi’s previous games with the California Clique people were about mutual rolling in the mud.

Then, according to Cheng Daqi’s strategy moving forward, it’s certain both sides will engage in a fight to the death!