My American magical life
Chapter 461 - 461 71 Even the Worst Collaboration is Better than Confrontation_2

461: Chapter 71: Even the Worst Collaboration is Better than Confrontation_2 461: Chapter 71: Even the Worst Collaboration is Better than Confrontation_2 “Yes, he really agrees with the FT principle that ‘small is beautiful’, and I introduced Lisa to him.

When the time is right in the future, giving him an investment opportunity wouldn’t be bad.”

CEO Cheng ah, CEO Cheng, ‘giving him an investment opportunity’—you sure made that sound grand.

“But what I’m more concerned about is his role as a consultant for the Disney group.

Lisa isn’t me; for her, considering the background of the capital is indeed necessary.”

“Disney?

Maybe, but you might as well find an Italian LGBT investor for Lisa; that kind of background might be more future-oriented.”

The black-haired rich widow was as caustically tongued as ever—we isolate you, and how can I not have an opinion!

“Speaking of which, does Gru want to get close to the Italian clan?” Cheng Daqi started talking about today’s male protagonist.

Temir’s lips twitched slightly, and she squeezed out a smile, not answering directly but instead just laughing.

Gru, this man held a significant place in Mi’er’s heart.

As the first non-family power she’d pulled in, Gru and his White Path gang were very valuable.

But now, although Gru still showed superficial respect to her, his behavior had begun to spiral out of control—just one month and he was already losing control.

What was more troublesome was that the black-haired rich widow couldn’t bring herself to say it, so she had pretended not to understand CEO Cheng’s words just now!

Her evasion now was for the same reason.

Temir ah Temir, her pride wouldn’t let her say it.

“It’s probably true love, don’t think everything so strangely.”

Bitter liquor on her tongue, Temir gave CEO Cheng an answer that was as ridiculous as a fart.

Cheng Daqi stared at her fixedly, then he broke into a smile.

“Mi’er, you look very beautiful today, even more so than before.”

If the tears at Lisa’s house a few days ago had showed CEO Cheng a glimpse of Temir’s brokenness, then today, one could say it was the first time in a long while that CEO Cheng saw Temir’s helplessness.

Gru was clearly starting to spiral out of control, yet Mi’er seemed to have no way to restrain him.

This strong young woman had encountered a problem she couldn’t solve.

But CEO Cheng didn’t see this as a problem, nor did he think it needed solving.

People aren’t machines; Gru’s strength is so fierce, he can certainly decide his own path.

Even if Gru does find backing from top powers, his cooperative relationship with himself and Mi’er wouldn’t be affected.

Having more friends opens more paths; in CEO Cheng’s view, a symbiotic relationship can also be seen as a good relationship.

“Nonsense!

Chan, alright, I’ll be honest, Gru now wants to cozy up to the Italians, and I actually can’t do anything about it.”

The decisiveness and power struggles in novels are usually solved by sending people in to fight and kill directly, but that’s just the crude design of fantasy stories, unsuitable for most real-life strategizing.

For the relationship between CEO Cheng, Temir, Gru, and the so-called Italian faction on the West Coast of America, such decisiveness is impossible.

(PS.

This refers to the Democratic Party’s local powers on the West Coast centered around the Italian-American community, not so-called gangs—this power’s relationship with Li Jian resembles that of Cheng Mi and Gru; the marginalized daughter Dēng is one of their people).

It’s more about cooperative relationships, and Gru has the power to decide his own fate—he was fierce enough to make Niu Sen wary in the past.

If CEO Cheng or Mi’er were to arrange for Gru to be killed, they wouldn’t have the strength to place a better person in his position, from this perspective, opposition is the worst state of affairs.

Given their relative relationships, even the worst cooperation is better than opposition.

This is also why CEO Cheng, despite hating Gru deeply, still opts to work with him to make money and expand influence.

“I have a way, do you want to hear it?” CEO Cheng smiled as he poured Mi’er another drink.

Bitter liquor, oh bitter liquor, Mi’er had taken several sips today.

“Spit it out!”

Temir and CEO Cheng were familiar with each other; she rolled her eyes and said.

“Mi’er, your family is in Missouri, even if you wanted to kill your brother to rise to power, you couldn’t possibly root Caramacris’s influence in California.

Do you understand that?”

“Chan, you’ve got it wrong, I was just venting at the time, a woman can’t rise to power anyway.”

“Honey, the times have long changed, I support you.”

CEO Cheng used Cantonese for his last sentence.

Though Temir couldn’t understand it, she understood CEO Cheng’s intentions.

She fell silent for a moment, then sighed.

“This is harder than you think.

In the past, I thought I could just kill him and then it wouldn’t matter if I died, but now, Chan, I don’t want to die.”

There were stars in her blue eyes, twinkling for Cheng Daqi.

“So we need to maintain a good relationship with Gru, with Niu Sen.

Mi’er, I’ve borrowed so much power from you, how am I doing now?

You must understand, borrowing power is a great technique; you have resources, so use leverage to unlock even more possibilities, your ambition is the best fuel.”

To Temir, CEO Cheng’s impassioned speech seemed laughable.

“Chan, you’ve still got some growing up to do; there’s no room to leverage resources in a real confrontation, any small risk exposed would be torn apart by a ferocious enemy.”

She was right!

Cheng Daqi understood this as well.

The formidable powers of the real world aren’t vested in individuals.

The higher you go, the less freedom you have—that’s the real helplessness, referring to the lack of freedom in making major decisions, not the everyday.

The real world’s power comes from responsibility; the greater the power, the greater the responsibility to bear, the less room for choice.

“Mi’er, if I were to say I really understand what you mean, would you believe me?”

Cheng Daqi looked into Mi’er’s eyes.

Gru’s mansion was bustling with noise, but in that moment, Temir’s eyes saw only him.