My American magical life
Chapter 550 - 550 90 MAGA!

550: Chapter 90 MAGA!

(Daily Thousands!)_6 550: Chapter 90 MAGA!

(Daily Thousands!)_6 The wealthy black-haired matron didn’t mind introducing CEO Cheng to the reality of America.

“Is it really that serious?

It’s just normal civilian business interactions, this…”

“Pfft!

Chan, sometimes you’re adorably naive.

When you were a nobody, it didn’t matter what you said or did; you had no influence on the world, and nobody cared about you.

But, honey, you want to climb up, and as your sweetheart, I hope you’re smarter.

Don’t end up dead without anyone knowing why; that would drive me insane.”

Dead without anyone knowing why?

The kind that’s wide open for interpretation but looks like suicide?

Mi’er’s reminder came timely, and CEO Cheng realized that as his status rose, he would have to be more cautious with things that too closely involved taking sides.

“Also, you mentioned that normal civilian business interactions are okay, but taking people to Hua Country to shoot a video is a bit sensitive.

Plus, Lisa is so busy, she might not have time to go with us.”

The black-haired matron’s foot rubbed against CEO Cheng’s leg, the she-wolf gazing straight at him, revealing her fangs.

Well, well, so you were waiting here for me?

Without changing his expression, CEO Cheng shook his leg and made his excuse.

“Let’s head back to Saint Rodu.

I’ve been out for a day and a half, and I’ve already replied to more than twenty emails.

Sigh.”

Temir, infuriated by the man’s evasiveness, leaped into CEO Cheng’s arms with a show of teeth and claws.

Looking at the two entangled big bosses, Riel scornfully curled his lip.

Ha, Chan, what’s the point in only playing with women?

Try playing with men if you dare!

—————–

As the plane carrying Mi’er and CEO Cheng advanced through the dusk, at a hotel in Saint Rodu, a low-profile but high-quality Lincoln sedan came to a stop.

In the back seat of the car, Wolf Dracula joked with Scott.

“Brother, your outfit tonight is fantastic; I thought I was sitting next to a candidate for Great Commander.”

It wasn’t Wolf being facetious; Scott was just outrageous.

It was only a routine meeting of the California Elephant Party, yet Scott got dressed to the nines—as if he was always ready to step on stage to campaign for Great Commander.

The dark blue suit, a symbol of authority, was perfectly tailored; he could stand in a televised debate and it would be just right.

The striped shirt without a tie, a choice for approachability, complemented that authoritative dark blue suit to perfection.

The kicker was, Scott had even put on makeup.

Bro, you’re not even thirty and you’re going this hard; it’s making me sweat.

Scott was nervous.

Hearing Wolf’s teasing made him even more so.

The family, who understands them!

Here he was, in the back seat of the car, having put on makeup for the first time, about to make an appearance at the California Elephant Party gathering.

Scott was really numb; he wanted to hang that little team Cheng Daqi had set up for him and beat them all once.

“Mr.

Wolf, please stop making fun of me.

I’m just your assistant tonight.”

The blonde veteran was no fool; he was nervous, but his CPU hadn’t overheated yet.

Long-haired Wolf patted Scott’s shoulder with a smile.

“Chan has high hopes for you, and after getting to know your background, I do too.

You’ve prepared thoroughly for tonight, and as a friend of Chan, I have a bit of advice for you.

Once you go in there, don’t smile no matter who talks to you.”

Wolf’s advice puzzled Scott.

“Mr.

Wolf, I remember, those politicians, no, those senators or high officials, they always appear on TV with a smile, seeming to gain a certain affability, you…”

Wolf gestured in the air, mimicking perfectly.

“Hey, how are you guys?

Thanks, that’s great, the weather today is fantastic, you guys are too, blah blah.”

This rising star of the California Elephant Party understood America well; after performing, he asked.

“Is that so?”

The blond veteran nodded nervously.

Although Wolf was a friend of Cheng Daqi, he was also a genuine tycoon, and Scott thought he was mocking him.

“Cort, Chan left you in my care, and I’ll teach you a little detail about politics in America—those acts of goodwill are bullshit, but they’re very important bullshit.

You need to be lovable and appealing in the eyes of the voters and the public, even if you’re not naturally lovable, you still have to try to be appealing.

This is necessary.

But you have to understand that all these are bullshit, the only purpose is to fool those morons who believe you’re a good person.

Am I making myself clear?”

Looking at Wolf who was aggressive but generously imparting wisdom, Scott nodded with a tight face, and Wolf continued.

“And you, brother, tonight is your first appearance in front of the California Elephant Party crowd.

You’re not even thirty years old yet, and your response abilities and acting skills aren’t up to par.

I told you not to laugh so that you won’t appear nervous.

If you keep a straight face, they will think you’re a thoughtful person.”

Scott nervously pulled out a piece of paper and wiped his sweat.

It was the first time he realized there was so much to be mindful of in American politics.

“Mr.

Wolf, thank you.

I’ll pay attention.

But what should I do if someone else tells a joke?”

Wolf was amused by this endearing political novice and shook his head.

Scott, who came from the lower classes, lacked so much knowledge.

Chan, do you really think he is useful?

“Come, look at my expression.”

Wolf Dracula turned to the side and showed Scott a standard smile.

“Control your eyebrows, don’t let them move too much, it would look stupid, yet they must move, only with moving eyebrows is it a true smile.

Move them too much, and it becomes fake.

You need to get the balance right.

Definitely don’t raise your eyebrows, it would appear too frivolous.

Your pupils should dilate slightly to show your subconscious emotional response, but not too much, that would also look foolish.

Alright, now for your teeth, you mustn’t be shy.

Open your mouth, show your teeth—well, actually, today you’d better not show your teeth.”

Wolf complained with a look of disgust.

“You should get your teeth cleaned later.

You can smoke, but you need to keep your teeth white; it’s important.

The three points I taught you, eyebrows should not move too much, eyes must be quick and timely, and then there’s the mouth.

When you get these three points right, you’ll become a formidable smiler, Cort.”

“Sorry, Mr.

Wolf, can’t one just smile naturally and truly?”

Wolf looked at the anxious Scott and displayed a standard smile.

“Cort, you have to aim for the limit.

This is the greatest empire in the world, the first super global empire in human history.

The congress of this country is filled with the finest human elites, they are adept at lying and unscrupulous, sometimes they can even act stupid convincingly.

Of course, there are those who are lucky.

Luck can elevate many people significantly, but it’s a long road upward, and you can’t expect luck to always be on your side.

Those old men and women have held key positions immovable for thirty years; they’re nearly dragging the country down!

Opportunities are precious for us young folks, very precious.

I want to save the country I love, so I’ll do my utmost, M A G A!

What about you?”

Looking into Wolf Dracula’s sincere eyes, Scott felt a sense of mission burning in his chest.

“Yes!

I’ll do my utmost!

M A G A!”

The eight-year veteran who had emerged from hell made his declaration.

“Hahaha, Cort, you didn’t really believe what I said, did you?”

“WHAT?”

“Hahaha~cough!

cough!

cough!

That’s enough, Cort, don’t speak anymore.

My goodness, Chan, what kind of person have you brought in.”