My American magical life
Chapter 466 - 466 72 CEO Cheng the richest man and the beauty_3

466: Chapter 72: CEO Cheng, the richest man, and the beauty_3 466: Chapter 72: CEO Cheng, the richest man, and the beauty_3 Ha, and his beautiful wife, everyone sends their sincere and wonderful blessings to the newlyweds.

Gru turned the American Government’s employees into his own private individuals, rising to power with dark money on the trend of America controlling police expenditures.

In terms of bad practices, Gru and his group’s influence possibly affected tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of people; he should be held accountable.

But at this moment, he is chatting with people, arm in arm with his transgender wife, apparently touching on an interesting topic, and the crowd around him is laughing heartily.

Is anyone holding him accountable?

If it were a golden age of the kingdom, internal tumors like Gru would naturally be dealt with by someone.

But now?

America’s immune system has started to collapse, which is why people like Gru can so brazenly enter the scene.

“Cheng, he wants to go for a big gamble, but this wife of his will bite back at him sooner or later.”

After giving Gru a look of disgust, Temir turned to Cheng Daqi and said.

“Let’s make a bet, America will eventually have transgender generals, transgender lawmakers, and it might take a bit longer for transgender Supreme Court justices, but it’s not impossible.”

CEO Cheng felt that Temir might be overestimating the bottom line of America.

As a native-born American, no matter how clear-headed or intelligent, she is still somewhat influenced by the lies and propaganda of America.

“Impossible, transgender generals, they must be mad to even consider that.

What do you want to bet on, you’re sure to lose.”

Temir truly couldn’t imagine the notion of a transgender general—it didn’t exist in her worldview.

The education she received taught her that while people can be ruthless and shameless in their struggles, there would never be transgender generals!

That’s too absurd, so absurd that the millennia-old teachings and heritage of Caramacris couldn’t cover this point.

“If I win, you give me a Mushang car; if you win, I’ll give you a new airplane, how about that?”

Cheng, you seem a bit rude.

Are you that sure?

Does he know some insider information?

Seeing that Temir hesitated, CEO Cheng continued to up the ante with a smile.

“What’s wrong, are you scared now?”

“It’s a bet, if there ever comes a day when they promote trasngender people to generals, many things in America won’t matter anymore.

If the nation deteriorates to that extent, then Temir really has nothing to say and will honor the bet.

“These idiots think LGBT can help them get votes, but it’s all short-sighted foolishness.”

Clearly, the raven-haired wealthy woman understood; after all, she is the daughter of a family of shareholders in America, but she didn’t believe those people would be that crazy.

“That’s your problem, what’s the use of thinking so far ahead, indulge in the moment when there’s wine!”

“Without good design, you can’t build a solid house; I’m talking about business.

In other words, long-term thinking will never be eliminated from the market.”

“Things out of control can’t pursue the long term; losing one game can cause serious harm, so they give it their all every time.

I understand your logic; many of my business designs are also based on long-term thinking, but the applicability of long-termism doesn’t work well in fierce opposition.”

(The several hundred words above were edited twice upon review, just make do with it, sigh)

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Accountant Jia’s mood hasn’t been good recently, to be precise, it’s been very bad.

Ai Guobei, that dog, has fled to America, but it seems he’s contracted rabies.

Though his enemy is Cheng Daqi, he is crazily biting his own tail.

Ordinary billionaires aren’t afraid of malicious gossip, their interest systems are strong enough not to be swayed by trivial matters.

But Accountant Jia is no ordinary person and certainly not an ordinary billionaire.

His money, as everyone knows, was obtained through deceit.

His name is gloriously renowned, usually people would say that this con man is indeed impressive.

Accountant Jia has too many bad debts, after fleeing to America he deliberately kept a low profile, aiming to desensitize his past actions.

But Ai Guobei’s arrival disrupted this possibility of desensitization.

The rabid dog might not have a decent reputation, but as a Joker, he’s quite famous.

One is a renowned con artist who dared to scam the wealthy, the other a mentally disturbed public intellectual of America.

In cahoots.

Meeting a worthy counterpart.

A perfect match.

Chickens flying, dogs jumping.

Together, they’ve created a chemical reaction that exceeds the limits of verbal description.

Some say Ai Guobei is pleading for the people; he’s just a joker, and this seems to be just another opportunistic move.

The so-called voicing for the swindled is nothing more than chasing clout.

Some say Accountant Jia is unlucky; he truly committed a huge crime, cheating people—not to say as many as eighty thousand, but at least eight thousand is unquestionable.

The supposed biting by Ai Guobei seems like he deserves it.

Onlookers can only sum up the situation in three words: It’s a mess.

Ai Guobei causes the trouble, Accountant Jia gets entangled, and the creditors are the ones troubled by the mess.

Every time they see that familiar name, a sense of bitterness emerges from the depths of their hearts.

How can someone embezzle billions and not end up in jail?

Is there no justice?

Is there no law?

They don’t realize, Accountant Jia may not be in jail, but his current state is almost like sitting on pins and needles.

“Boss Jia, something’s wrong, Ai Guobei got in touch, but after I finished speaking, he hung up the phone, and when I called back, I was blocked.”

Accountant Jia might be a fallen camel, but he still has some people around him.

After all, he still has assets worth billions—all money that transferred to America under the guise of building cars.