My American magical life
Chapter 281 - 281 122 Involuntary

281: Chapter 122: Involuntary?

Making him drink poison to quench his thirst?_2 281: Chapter 122: Involuntary?

Making him drink poison to quench his thirst?_2 “Promising to donate some money to his Super PAC should suffice, right?” Cheng Daqi asked.

Super PACs are a core link for large capital to support certain politicians.

The funds here are not strictly regulated, and there is no upper limit to individual donations.

American politicians are dogs raised by capital, a trend that has become increasingly clear since the seventies.

The core reason is that as large capital groups and the media industry thrived, individual candidates lost even the basic qualifications to participate in the game.

Relying solely on donations of a few hundred US dollars from ordinary supporters, individual candidates cannot afford to spend much on advertising to promote themselves.

In the competition against capitalists’ puppets funded with hefty donations, they naturally struggle to win.

According to a study by an American research institution, since the nineties, candidates with more campaign funding than their opponents have had a winning chance of over ninety percent.

Sadly, the so-called underfunded side also often has capitalist groups supporting them.

This is true from city councils to the State Assembly, to the House of Representatives!

“Cheng, he won’t be able to run for election for the next few years, do you understand?”

Temir offered a ridiculous reason, attempting to dismiss Cheng Daqi’s suggestion casually.

This dismissal does not mean she was unaware of what Cheng Daqi meant; on the contrary, the black-haired rich woman was all too aware of Cheng’s thoughts.

But alas, once you’re in the Jianghu, you can’t help but be influenced by it.

Not only Gru and Cheng Daqi roam the Jianghu.

Temir was also at the mercy of circumstances, very much so indeed.

The Caramakris Family gave her not only wealth and status but also burdened her with many unspeakable things.

To enjoy power, one has to pay a price, which is fair.

Regarding the matter with Niu Sen, Temir had considerations she couldn’t possibly explain to Cheng Daqi.

“The money for the Super PAC isn’t for his campaign, Mi’er, do you have any concerns?”

Cheng Daqi sharply sensed Temir’s evasive manner.

In theory, with the meat delivered to her doorstep, all Temir needed to do was to take a bite; this matter was a true win-win-win situation.

Niu Sen needn’t worry about Gru being uncontrollable, as Temir personally endorsed him, bringing him into play.

Temir used Gru’s money to connect OC to the Democratic Party’s top echelons; even if Niu Sen couldn’t make it to the top, that would still be Democratic Party territory on the West Coast.

Although Gru spent money, he gained the qualification to be brought into the circle by two bigwigs, thus preserving his power.

“Things aren’t that simple,” Mi’er.

“OC can connect with the Democratic Party, but OC and I are different.

If I have to meet…”

The black-haired rich woman was very clear about the drastically different implications behind such subtle distinctions.

OC was a small, unimposing company with little influence, small enough to be nimble, so getting closer to the Democratic Party wouldn’t be a problem—a small boat turns quickly.

Temir was different.

If she personally met with Niu Sen, gave him money, and talked about the collaboration space between OC and the Democratic Party herself…

If it weren’t weighted, it would seem insignificant, but once weighed, her brother wouldn’t miss the chance to tear her apart using this excuse!

The Caramakris have always liked to hedge their bets, a habit that has seen them through thousands of years.

However, their family maxim is to hedge bets across different nations, not within different factions of the same country!

“Alright, Mi’er, thankfully I have a Plan B.”

Cheng Daqi realized it was futile and, sighing regretfully, started to console Temir.

“Let’s meet with Gru later, join me, and we’ll explain Plan B to him.”

The black-haired rich woman’s sapphire-like eyes were full of confusion.

To her, Gru’s dire situation seemed unsolvable—how could you have a Plan B?

Or rather, in Temir’s view, Cheng Daqi lacked the power to concoct a so-called Plan B!

“Plan B?

You still have a way to help him?”

“Gru is very powerful; he just hasn’t found the best way to utilize his strength.

Due to immaturity in certain areas, Gru doesn’t understand that he still has another option—America is a battleground for two parties.

Right now, he’s indeed sitting on a mess, but stepping back might not be such a bad idea.”

Cheng Daqi’s method was simple and irresponsible, with numerous flaws…

“He wouldn’t give up the power in his hands, ten million is his first offer, and if we could really help him maintain his current position, I doubt he would dare to pay in installments,”

The black-haired rich lady pointed out the loophole in plan B, in her view, Cheng Daqi was merely posturing.

“Besides, California is a Blue State where the Elephant Party has very little room for activity.”

In response to Temir’s skepticism, Cheng Daqi shook his head and continued to explain.

“That man still has more than a year, this is a window of opportunity for the California Elephant Party, and Domo’s father even received a promise from him.

Moreover, Eris has already found me a Californian, who will run for State Assembly with my support.

If Gru steps down, he could instead hide in the shadows, becoming an important figure for the Elephant Party in California.”

After listening to Cheng Daqi’s explanation, Temir felt he was engaging in wishful thinking and did not hesitate to ridicule him.

“Cheng, have you lost your mind?

What makes you think Gru would believe your nonsense?

What makes you think your support would be of any use?

Ridiculous!”

Cheng Daqi shook his head, responding with an enigmatic tone.

“If Gru becomes an Elephant, he won’t have to worry about getting trapped in petty schemes for a while, and besides, the relationship between power and position has always been relative.

If he dares to shoulder enough responsibility, his power will naturally become very stable.

As for your last question, Mi’er, this is something I want to do.”

The black-haired rich lady found it a bit horrifying; Cheng Daqi had always been a stable and rational person in her impression.

What on earth was Cheng Daqi talking about?

What did he want to do?

“Honey, your plan B is awful, but with me around, you don’t have to worry about Gru pulling a gun on your face.

However, Cheng, were you just joking?

You know what I mean.”

Temir truly couldn’t believe Cheng Daqi could be this foolish, she would rather have him be a shameless bastard than the fool he seemed to be now.

“It’s not a joke, Eris reached out to me with an olive branch before I met you.

Without you, I might have climbed up step by step in America with his help.”

Cheng Daqi did not want to explain his ideals but spoke instead about Eris.

“He’s just a thug who thinks he’s smart, ha, but at his core, he’s a thug.

That night I talked to him just for a bit, just a bit, and his gaze fell seven times.”

The black-haired rich lady scoffed.

“Mi’er, not everyone has your superior circumstances.

I don’t, Eris doesn’t, and neither does Gru.

That’s why my plan B seems so foolish in your eyes.

The truth is, Gru doesn’t have much choice.

If he chooses to keep being slowly boiled like a frog, the longer he’s cooked, the more miserably he’ll die.

He could, of course, pledge allegiance to Niu Sen, but that’s also a gamble.

Since it’s all a gamble, my suggestion could give him the upper hand, which is enough to entice him.

After all, I’m not his dear father!”

Cheng Daqi was well aware that if Gru turned to Niu Sen, Niu Sen would definitely welcome him, but Cheng Daqi couldn’t accept that!

Political animals only look at interests and risks; Gru’s risks are so great that Niu Sen is wary, but his potential benefits are too great for Niu Sen to refuse.

Faced with such a Gru, once he’s willing to show loyalty as a good dog, Niu Sen would surely be happy, but Cheng Daqi would not!

Gru’s contempt, humiliation, threats, and intimidation had all constantly reminded Cheng Daqi that he could not give Gru the best!

So, in offering advice to Gru, he intentionally steered him towards the second solution that would cost him dearly.

Therefore, at the moment of failure of the costly solution, Cheng Daqi offered a plan that seemed like a bitter cure for Gru in a desperate situation!

Cheng Daqi would tell Gru that he needed to gain the initiative and required a political shield to limit his enemies’ petty targeting.

(In 2018, the situation in America had not escalated to what it is now)

Cheng Daqi would tell Gru that the relationship between power and position is always relative, then watch as Gru walks a tightrope over thin ice, carrying a mountain of gang responsibilities to avoid losing power!

Niu Sen is the king of California.

When Niu Sen turns his attention to Gru, Gru is in dire straits!

Trapped in a dire situation, Cheng Daqi gave him a rope, but this rope that seemed like his only choice would suck Gru’s blood dry!

(Gru’s deadlock was that he was targeted by Niu Sen but could not seek help because he could not reveal the reasons for being targeted by Niu Sen, and moreover, Niu Sen was still his apparent big leg, so he was truly in a desperate situation)

As Cheng Daqi was meticulously replaying all his thoughts, Temir suddenly laughed.

The black-haired rich lady had made her decision!