My American magical life
Chapter 1163: 157: How many roads must a man walk down before he can be called a real man

Chapter 1163: Chapter 157: How many roads must a man walk down before he can be called a real man

Bob Dylan sang in “Blowin’ in the Wind”.

How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man.

In reality, being a real man has nothing to do with how many roads he’s walked, but rather walking that difficult yet correct path.

However, no one can define what’s correct, just, unjust, legal, or illegal; virtuous or heartless; all the conventions and frameworks cannot depict even the slightest bit of the correct path.

They simply step into the raging fire with passionate hearts, fearlessly.

If you emerge, you are a man, if not…

Someone always has to pay the price, right?

Without strong opponents, where would the eternal emperors come from?

Without enough stepping stones, no one can ascend to high positions.

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The golden-haired old boy descended from Air Force One, raised his hand, and saluted the airport security personnel, then struck a pose for his accompanying reporters.

The Great Commander graces Las Vegas with his presence for his youngest daughter’s wedding.

In the reporters’ lenses, the First Lady’s expression isn’t quite right, but there’s no helping it.

The charismatic golden-haired old boy has been married three times, and Tiffany is the child of his second wife, not the current First Lady’s child.

Now Tiffany has found a good husband, making it harder for the First Lady to find a match for her biological son.

It can’t be worse than Tiffany’s, right?

So, the First Lady is under tremendous pressure.

Arranged marriages, though abandoned by history, are an inevitable choice for the new families that desire long-term power and prosperity.

“Why choose Las Vegas? What’s wrong with the White House or Lake House Manor?”

Seated in the car, the First Lady complained to the Great Commander.

“Wolf chose it, he’s a great young man.”

The Great Commander dismissed it casually, picking up his phone and scrolling through social media.

“You’re the sitting Great Commander; if you held Tiffany’s wedding at Lake House Manor, you could add a new business dimension to Lake House Manor, bringing in significant future profits.”

In fact, in the original historical line, the Great Commander did just that.

But the First Lady complains because she prefers the lavish Florida mansion—Lake House Manor is far more luxurious than the White House and much more comfortable to live in.

Now that Wolf has dragged them to Las Vegas, she’s understandably dissatisfied.

“I said—he’s a great young man because I have to listen to his ideas, my dear. The Dracula Family, despite its scandals, will continue to thrive with Wolf taking over from Old Joe.

Besides, he’s also the Big Committee Chairman of the California Elephant Party, young and talented.”

The First Lady’s expression grew harder to maintain.

Tiffany, oh, Tiffany, how lucky are you to have found such a man?

When I was young, I came to America from Eastern Europe, working as a model, all to find a rich American man who could be my father to marry.

This would give me enough wealth and avoid many marital conflicts.

But now, Tiffany just graduated and immediately found a young, powerful husband.

How did you do it?

With the First Lady’s meager political experience, she couldn’t understand that the essence of this marriage was simply that the Great Commander and Wolf viewed each other as stepping stones.

Even between Tiffany and Wolf, it was the same.

Tiffany gained the prominence and dignity she wanted.

Wolf bought the claim to the MAGA faction.

A win-win!

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“Why choose this place for the wedding?”

Sitting in the chair, Tiffany took off her high heels, rubbing her sore heel as she looked at her fiancé across from her, asking.

When something with obvious problems still happens, there’s undoubtedly an unknown logic behind it.

Wolf paused his work, handed his computer to his assistant, and answered with a smile.

“There are many reasons, which one do you want to hear?”

Tiffany sighed with a helpless smile; her fiancé was perfect, except for being too influential, which made many of his decisions incomprehensible to her.

This is inevitable; the complexity of decisions Wolf faces is beyond the imagination of a young girl like her.

If a metaphor is used, Wolf is like the experimenter in America’s great experiment, and Tiffany is just a lab mouse in the laboratory.

“EVERY ONE!” Mrs. Dracula expressed her desire to understand her husband’s work and difficulties.

Wolf nodded and analyzed.

“Emotionally, I’d prefer to hold the wedding at Dracula Manor, but as Wolf Dracula, the importance in my life and career is secondary.

Choosing Las Vegas, there are many reasons.

The main reason is that while I’m the Big Committee Chairman of the California Elephant Party in name, the allies who helped me build this faction in California have future expectations that go far beyond California.

San Rodolfo—California—West Coast, this seemingly strategic development model is too slow; we need to construct a West Coast trans-state Republican ideology alliance to gain more discourse power and initiative.

Nevada is important, Las Vegas is important, well, that’s about it, and here we are.”

The Chairman’s analysis is quite high-level, Chengzong and he are indeed well-matched opponents; Chengzong hasn’t completely subdued him after all this time, and there’s a reason for that.