My American magical life
Chapter 295 - 295 129 A You Absolutely Can't Skip!!!_2

295: Chapter 129: A Chapter You Absolutely Can’t Skip!!!_2 295: Chapter 129: A Chapter You Absolutely Can’t Skip!!!_2 The last sentence is “he might think that man has a chance to be reelected,” with Temir’s status and identity, such words really are loaded with deep meaning.

However, the struggle for interests is always changing, dynamic; how the future will unfold has little to do with the current trend of development.

Cheng Daqi has the ability to think independently, he was merely analyzing the situation calmly.

“Wait till he leans over, haha…” This sentence extends, explains the previous one, indicating the stupidity Old Dracula committed lies in his misplaced or unfulfilled expectations.

And “old fool” is quite interesting, the wealthy black-haired lady’s family belongs to the Republican Party shareholders, regional magnates, her attitude might represent quite a number of Republicans.

Having gained an ally, why would she laugh at this ally?

“Old fool?

Wasn’t he quite clever?

Later on, all those cops who took his money died, you and I talked about it.”

Cheng Daqi purposely contradicted, trying to hear more explosive information from Temir’s mouth.

“That’s not being smart, it’s just a normal choice made out of self-interest.

I call him a fool because their family hasn’t changed ships in too long.

Before he jumped ship, he didn’t even consider whether we needed him or not, you tell me, is that foolish or what?”

Temir reclined in his chair, continuing to mock that conspicuous fool.

“Isn’t the Dracula Group very wealthy?”

Cheng Daqi asked, puzzled.

He truly didn’t understand Temir’s words, doesn’t the Republican Party care for the Dracula Group’s money?

“Money?

Hahaha, Chan, in this game, money is the least important thing, the Federal Reserve prints as much as it wants!

With just a little maneuvering, the money in the banks can become the shareholders’.

The Republicans don’t lack money either, do you think money is related to power?

Which candidate for Great Commander in these years lacked campaign funds?”

Temir’s words struck Cheng Daqi like a bolt of lightning!

At this moment, all the information in his mind rearranged itself, and he understood!

The Republicans don’t lack money, and besides money, Dracula has no other solid chips, otherwise, he wouldn’t be roasted on the fire by people!

“Wait, Mi’er, Dracula changing sides, you said he’s been acting foolish lately….

Last night he went to see Niu Sen, you said…

I got it!”

The hand resting on the chair suddenly gripped tight, Cheng Daqi’s words startled Temir.

Chan, must you be so smart?

Did you guess the truth from these scattered pieces of information?

I clearly didn’t say much!

The black-haired wealthy woman felt a shiver, she had never underestimated Cheng Daqi, but time and again he exceeded her expectations.

Chan, did you really guess correctly?

“What do you understand?” Temir retreated back into the chair, asking with an indifferent tone.

Cheng Daqi’s thoughts were churning, he had also probed the underlying logic of America before Temir in the past, but the black-haired wealthy woman had blocked his attempts.

But today, through Dracula, he seemed to glimpse part of America’s truth.

“The Dracula Group has been targeted, right?”

Cheng Daqi asked with conviction!

Although Dracula is a giant, even though the Dracula Family stands at the pinnacle of America.

The higher the mountain, the greater the danger!

Huge interests come with terrifying risks, and none of Dracula’s opponents are simple characters, Old Dracula made a bad move, he’s been targeted!

Capital is never a monolith, it has the instinct to expand, and powerful capital will ruthlessly devour the weaker!

Once Dracula left his original capital group, he was eyed by others!

The black-haired wealthy woman laughed, her blue eyes full of admiration.

“Chan, for the first time, I feel, hmm, you’re quite interesting.”

With a modest smile, Cheng Daqi pressed on while the iron was hot.

“It’s a balancing game, whenever the scales tip toward one side, the other side will add chips to their own scale.

And this chip was not money; it seemed Dracula had forgotten the rules of the game and placed himself in a perilous wilderness.

“Is this the right understanding?”

Temir thought for a moment, responding with an uncertain tone.

“Correct, but not entirely so.

The rules and environment are constantly changing, and the chip might, at some point, fail to add up or even become invalid.

Dracula has been supporting the Democratic Party for almost a hundred years, and he has always been mixed up with the Pentagon, but they have never really entered the core of the game.

So, he made a mistake, possibly fooled by the guise of neoliberalism, hahaha.”

Neoliberalism, with its emphasis on free competition, could be simply understood in Temir’s context to mean: Dracula thought that money was omnipotent, but instead, he jumped off a dangerous cliff.

(I concede the neoliberalism debate, but my metaphor here should be correct.)

Cheng Daqi understood Temir’s meaning—the Dracula family was considered ‘old money’, but for their scale, this ‘old money’ had not entered the real game of old money.

Dracula was not at the dining table!

This was also why Robert and his group were squeezing Dracula out—Dracula did not deserve it!

Old Dracula thought he was a diner, which in the past, was just a misunderstanding, no harm done.

But now, America’s global interests were starting to shrink, and those who pretended to be diners were gradually being placed on the dining table, one by one, by the true diners!

“But I’m curious, what do people like Gates and CEO Zuckerberg belong to?” Cheng Daqi asked.

The black-haired rich lady’s expression turned rigid as she spoke softly.

“Without America, could those so-called great companies even exist?

What do you think they are?”

In the end, Temir did not answer Cheng Daqi’s question, either because she did not wish to or perhaps she disliked the answer; Cheng Daqi was unsure.

Silence fell in the office as Cheng Daqi pondered Temir’s words.

By Temir’s logic, she saw herself as the master of America, while those so-called super corporations were, in her eyes, only able to develop due to America.

So, she actually disliked those companies.

So, those companies had nothing to do with the Republican Party.

(There’s an information gap, and the protagonist I write might not know or confirm this.)

Indeed, internet companies that benefit from globalization naturally tend to prefer more aggressive globalization policies.

From this perspective, the inequality in resource distribution within the Democratic Party does indeed objectively exist, and old Dracula was a victim of this inequality!

“Who is targeting Dracula, those who are roasting him over the fire?”

Cheng Daqi broke the silence and asked.

“No, it cannot be them; I estimate that no one can answer this question.”

Saying this, the black-haired rich lady listened, thought for a moment, and added,

“Or rather, many have taken notice of Dracula.”

Unexpectedly, old Dracula, the actual reason behind the greatest danger Cheng Daqi had encountered since his rebirth, had also become prey.

Cheng Daqi found America somewhat magical.

“Why did he meet with Niu Sen, wanting to return to a warm old home?”

CEO Cheng changed the question humorously, trying to create a comfortable atmosphere for the conversation, hoping that Temir would reveal more.

After sipping her coffee, the black-haired rich lady set down the cup and wiped her mouth with a napkin.

She looked at Cheng Daqi with disdain; each time this man came to her, it exhausted her, and today she had already spoken until her throat was dry.

“I’m guessing, and I bet he wants to jump back and forth—the old fool hasn’t yet realized that the Democratic Party is kicking him while he is down because his strength is not respected!”

Black-haired rich lady analyzed.

“Hasn’t anyone reminded him?” Cheng Daqi wondered, believing that old Dracula’s intelligence group should play some role.

Were they simply watching everything happen?

Turning her head to look at Cheng Daqi, the black-haired rich lady laughed and said,

“Why don’t you go remind him, and he might give you a generous thank you fee.

Actually, it’s just that there hasn’t been enough time; he might not have realized yet that he has been targeted.

Niu Sen’s refusal to see him is probably because he knows these things; the Governor of California might want to wait until the dust settles before taking a stand.”