My American magical life
Chapter 626 - 626 106 Choices_2_3

626: Chapter 106: Choices_2_3 626: Chapter 106: Choices_2_3 Among his children, there were many elites, but only two exhibited the temperament and the extraordinary character he admired—yet this already satisfied him greatly.

Achilles possessed a natural leadership aura, robust, intelligent, decisive…

he could even become the Great Commander without any issues.

Although Mi’er had many shortcomings, her mind wasn’t muddled in the slightest, and her heart was unrestrictedly cold; apart from not being very robust or intelligent, she was almost perfect.

Well, if Antony found out that Temir complained about not being intelligent enough, he would have tasted Mi’er’s fists today—this is what someone with an unclouded mind and a cold heart would do.

“OC has already hit the ceiling of its growth, the perfume industry’s capacity is too small, Dad, I’ve just raised three hundred million Dollars, but I’m afraid it won’t yield any results, sigh.”

Playing the victim, showing weakness, complaining, Temir had already abandoned efforts to mend the relationship.

Antony was still as cold-blooded as ever, she even felt ashamed of her expectations.

“I warned you in 2013, the perfume industry is naturally popular with girls, but it’s uninteresting to be in it.

Your brother is now mining in Turkey.

It might sound stupid and unimaginative, but mining, agriculture, power, and transportation are actually the most vital industries.

Without perfume, the world would still be the same; without ore, industry would grind to a halt; without food, humanity would wage war; without electricity, modern civilization would end; without transportation, those big cities would become prisons.”

Mi’er, how about I give you an industry?

You take a position on the council, train yourself well, and at the same time, manage your business in Africa.”

Africa!

Africa!

Still Africa!

“Dad, I don’t want to go to Africa, I’ve said it many times.”

Temir barely managed a smile, not wishing to descend into an argument again.

Antony knew it wasn’t appropriate to say such things, but still, he wanted to speak his mind.

“Mi’er, you’ve grown up, and you’ve become more sensible after talking with me for so long today.

You should understand that going to Africa isn’t exile.

Our Caramakris Family managed businesses in Africa hundreds of years ago but failed.”

“The future of Africa will surely rise, limited by its weak native culture and lagging development, its potential might not be too high, but it will still become an important part of the human order.”

“You always feel like Achilles is pushing you away, but in truth, he has given you a rather lucrative piece of the pie—I was against giving you all our businesses in Africa, but it was his insistence.”

“You should know we have nearly ten billion in assets there, plus a host of exploration rights and franchising rights.”

Logical and reasonable, Antony could be said to have planned deeply for Mi’er.

“Moreover, with today’s transportation and communication technologies, you can manage everything with just one month in Africa per year, spending most of your time wherever you want, without needing to live in Africa long-term.

“If you don’t like the climate there, the living environment…

I can build you houses, plan five or six castles just like a princess’s, and arrange the best security for you.

“Mi’er, Dad hopes you understand my expectations.

Why compete with Achilles?

Africa has a broad prospect and a great future.”

Ten billion Dollars in assets, for you!

Castles and bodyguards, for you!

An important piece in the puzzle of human order, for you!

Antony felt he was offering far too much, so generous it was, that for a second or two, he even felt a twinge of regret.

The big capitalist in him was pushing too hard, at this moment his greed for capital outweighed his love for his younger daughter.

But he truly was Mi’er’s father, he had always loved Mi’er, so after a moment’s hesitation, Antony continued upping the stakes.

He didn’t want to see the family fighting amongst themselves, especially not his two children who were both so exceptional—both ruthless predators.

The death of either wouldn’t surprise him, and it would sadden him.

Dividing the family wealth is a traditional practice of the Caramakris family, with each generation’s head of the family choosing the most outstanding children to split the assets, a hereditary habit resembling not putting all eggs in one basket.

This division wouldn’t be a concern for dwindling capital, after all, everyone bears the Caramakris name, and the main and branch lines would continue to intermingle in the future—the family’s wealth wouldn’t easily flow into the hands of outsiders.

“Also, isn’t your little boyfriend named Chan?

He needs money too.

The so-called online media industry is just leftovers from big internet corporations, it has already blown up once before, it’s hard to see a good outcome in the future—unless he can sell it.”

“Your OC needs money, his MCN needs money, I’ll give you an additional two hundred million in cash, credit it under the future African group’s name, use it however you want.”

The offer was tempting, the sincerity genuine.

Yet Mi’er had plenty of reason to refuse, but on the other hand, she had too many reasons to accept.

Ultimately, it was all about risk and expectations.

What risks would there be in going against Achilles?

That idiot Cheng Daqi walking this path is courting death!

He thinks he can win, she doesn’t believe so.

Those standing at the pinnacle of the world were always heartless scoundrels; momentarily heroes would inevitably be washed away by the torrent, their built castles also erased by those scoundrels, everything would ultimately return to that terrifying order.

She was willing to go through trials and tribulations with CEO Cheng, and she was prepared to fight Achilles to the end, but her firmness differed from Cheng’s.

Cheng Daqi’s firmness was genuine, even if he schemed and fawned like a Joker, his heart was as hard as a diamond.