My American magical life
Chapter 258 - 258 110 These Days Even the Landlord's Family Doesn't Have Surplus Grain 4000_3

258: Chapter 110: These Days, Even the Landlord’s Family Doesn’t Have Surplus Grain (4000)_3 258: Chapter 110: These Days, Even the Landlord’s Family Doesn’t Have Surplus Grain (4000)_3 Now he wanted to have his cake and eat it too, making Gru willingly serve himself up on a plate.

With this move, he could not only feast on Gru’s flesh but also bleed Temir dry, showing the raven-haired rich woman just how high Cheng Daqi’s return on investment could be and how fast his payback could come.

Many people could solve the problems Gru faced, but the issues he was entangled in were too complex.

Who would have thought he had no one backing him?

Who would have guessed that the supposed supporter Niu Sen had turned against him?

In the eyes of a normal top player, Gru’s backing would be Niu Sen, with whom he had a very special relationship.

Who could have imagined that Gru was driven into a corner by Niu Sen!

So, Gru truly was hanging from the Cheng Daqi tree, neck outstretched and taking the cuts one by one.

“Cheng, you’re my best friend, I’ve always believed that.

Now you’re the only one who can save me.”

As someone from humble beginnings in America’s high-stakes games, Gru indeed lacked the leverage.

Killing Tonks was a foul and stinking move, trapping him in a dead end.

The first solution Cheng Daqi offered was feasible, but Gru dared not face Niu Sen, or rather, he didn’t dare to bet that Niu Sen would bury the hatchet with him.

On the edge of the cliff, every step Gru took had to be cautious.

So, when Cheng Daqi offered a plan that could really give him hope, Gru chose to spare no expense.

“Mr.

Gru, let’s talk about this after I’ve spoken with Mi’er.

As you know, her family has always been close to the Republican Party, so it won’t be easy to convince her.”

Cheng Daqi made it clear he couldn’t guarantee anything for Gru—CEO Cheng was still keeping him in his grip!

As for the identity conflicts between the Republican and Democratic Parties, it was purely an excuse for Cheng Daqi to jack up the price.

The party struggles in America were a tangled spiral; cooperation for mutual benefit was the norm.

“As long as you can handle Niu Sen for me, you can ask for anything.”

Gru understood the value of having Temir as a middleman; the raven-haired rich woman could truly help him escape his predicament.

OC Perfume could provide clean campaign funds, and Temir could offer a strong endorsement.

Plus, with his own gang and strength, he could really survive this ordeal!

The top-tier corrupt cop, Gru, had a flame of hope flickering in his eyes.

It had been so hard and nearly impossible to get to where he was today.

Giving up his power was more painful than death itself.

For power, he could make a deal with the Devil!

“Mr.

Gru, you surely can’t expect us to pay out of our pocket.

This is to save yourself, after all~

Besides, even landlords don’t have any surplus grain these days~”

Why didn’t CEO Cheng explain the first plan properly from the start?

Wasn’t it for this moment?

Using your money for your problems, and still, you need to sincerely thank me!

“I’ll put up ten million, and we have people too.

That Chinese working the virtual currency funding channel can be the conduit.

I can assure you he will obey.”

Gru stated money was not the issue; he could put up ten million.

That’s the thing, as a top corrupt cop he was ruthless, would kill without blinking an eye, and when it came to spending money, he would go all out.

He wanted to spend money, spend it fiercely; only when the money was spent did he feel secure that things would really get better.

“I’ll check with Jax to see if that guy has been let go; I’ll have Thor take control of his family tonight.”

Cheng Daqi was very satisfied with Gru’s decisiveness, but ten million dollars from a corrupt cop wasn’t easy to take.

This money, he had to be careful to not lose his life over it!

He calculated silently for a moment, then said with a smile.

“Wait for my news.

I’ll have a good talk with Mi’er.

You’re my friend, and it pains me to see you in such a plight.”