My American magical life
Chapter 555 - 555 91 How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name Seeking 12000 Monthly Votes!_5

555: Chapter 91: How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name (Seeking 12,000 Monthly Votes!)_5 555: Chapter 91: How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name (Seeking 12,000 Monthly Votes!)_5 Cheng Daqi’s proposed solution seemed tailor-made for Scott.

“Deception is tricky, you haven’t had much experience with it in your life, so you’re a novice.

Act as if everyone is lying to you; it will ensure that you don’t make any more big blunders.”

“Wolf’s technique to keep from smiling is quite interesting, and he’s very dedicated to you.”

“But Chan, why do they all have to perform, to lie?”

Upon hearing Scott’s words, CEO Cheng shifted his gaze from the screen and glanced at Cort.

Seeing that he was serious, CEO Cheng shrugged and replied,

“There are so many logics, morals, truths in this world, which seem extremely complex in the mouths of sociologists, journalists, and political scientists, but in reality, it’s quite simple.

Humans are social animals, and performing is a social animal’s instinct—chimpanzees, dogs, wolves, they all perform.

But the logic implied in your question is that despite many people in this world calling for everyone to become better and kinder, those in high positions are often hypocritical and cunning, aren’t they?”

Scott liked Cheng Daqi as a friend; he was wealthy, could fight, was reliable, and importantly, was smart.

“Chan, but sincerity and candidness are also good approaches, aren’t they?”

Cheng Daqi smiled and shook his head meaningfully, saying,

“Thinking is a painful process, so many prefer to adopt the fruit of others’ thoughts for themselves.

What you said is correct, but logic out of context doesn’t hold, what I mean is—what you said is right in some contexts.

However, that does not include the logic of politics.”

In the end, Cheng Daqi gave his sardonic conclusion with waning interest,

“Politics is the art of compromise, and compromise means it is filled with regrets.

This logic is commonly applicable in the practical reality of political science.

Sorry, my friend, we live in a somewhat terrible world, do you have the courage to challenge it?”

Do you have the courage to challenge it?

CEO Cheng had asked Scott this question several times, and each time Scott doubted himself, hesitating, and wavering.

Now, after experiencing Wolf’s mockery, Scott saw his own heart more clearly.

“I was the machine gunner for our squad, Chan.

I don’t lack courage, but I doubt the significance of my efforts.

The parliament of this country is filled with representatives of the capitalists, and now I’ve become your mouthpiece.

I don’t like this kind of life, but I also want to give it a try.

It’s ridiculous, but what’s even more ridiculous is that Wolf, when he taught me how to smile, saw my teeth and told me not to show them that night.

Ha ha ha ha ha!

This is too funny, my friend, I’m like a clown in a circus, with a red ball on my nose.”

Scott laughed somewhat hysterically; after making his decision, he was unafraid of failure or difficulties.

But he cared deeply about Wolf’s disdainful words.

Don’t show your teeth.

Don’t become a congressman.

Cort, you’re just a poor bastard with missing teeth!

“Are you dissatisfied?”

Leaning back in his chair, CEO Cheng, supporting his chin with one hand, asked,

“Of course I’m dissatisfied, no!

It’s not dissatisfaction, it’s anger!”

Cort was a patriot; he served the country but had his life ruined by the country’s judicial system.

That damned black man drove his car, slept with his wife, and the country’s judge told him he was obliged to raise that black man’s child!

He had every reason to be angry!

Not showing teeth was just an insignificant detail, but it was like the last straw—not one that saves, but the one that breaks his back.

He seemed to hate that ridiculous version of himself, hated Wolf, but in reality, he hated the system.

“Cort, I can feel your anger, but the flames of anger are useless if they burn inward.

You have to direct them at those you despise, let them feel your rage!”

Cheng Daqi rose from his seat and stood by the window, looking down at the city below.

“Come, Cort, come here, take a look below.”

The blonde veteran looked puzzled at the city of Saint Rodu, while CEO Cheng’s words echoed in his ear.

“Millions of people in this city will die unnoticed, having never done anything great or committed terrible crimes in their lives.

They arrived, became a screw in society’s machine, turned for a few years,

And then they pass away quietly.

There are seven billion people in the world, with trillions having lived throughout human history, Cort, the vast majority of them have not left their names behind.

They will only be a statistic in the history books, ‘Bengal was once colonized by the people of Y country, ten million died of starvation in one year’, ‘The battle of Sulfur Island, tens of thousands dead,’ ‘The 9/11 attacks, thousands dead’; most people are just a number in the background.

Yes, America is not that great, but you must understand, this somewhat imperfect world is one of the best eras humanity has ever seen.

I’m not content with being a screw that can be easily replaced, so I’ve reached where I am today.

What about you, Cort, how do you hope history will write your name?”

Cheng Daqi knew well that Scott came today to air grievances in the hope of getting acknowledgment or support.

He had no intention of giving up; he just needed a friend’s encouragement.

So, he chose a romantic approach.

Come, Cort, how do you hope history will write your name?

“Chan, I want to change a few things, I know it’s dumb because those hypocritical, evil, sycophantic people are living glamorous lives and even hold power in this country.”