My American magical life
Chapter 688 - 688 121 A Meeting with Ulterior Motives Where Everyone Speaks Sincere Lies_4

688: Chapter 121: A Meeting with Ulterior Motives, Where Everyone Speaks Sincere Lies_4 688: Chapter 121: A Meeting with Ulterior Motives, Where Everyone Speaks Sincere Lies_4 I’m not too sure about the second one,” Cheng Daqi mused, “I think he was somewhat wary of our actions today.

Mi’er, we can’t fathom his behavior, conversely, is there a possibility that he can’t fathom ours either?

Because he could not fathom it, when we made our plea for help, he weighed his own interests, the family’s interests, and chose to agree for the time being.

After all, he had no need to be utterly ruthless, softening his stance towards you aligns with his interest.”

Slowly, Mi’er nodded.

She believed among the three possibilities Cheng Daqi mentioned, the third might be the main reason, the second a secondary one, and the first remains to be seen.

After all, Mi’er was the one who managed to get La Wolff into the core circle of the Republican Party’s establishment faction.

Achilles probably didn’t want to make a wedding dress for Mi’er.

“Everything seems to be going smoothly, what’s your next move?”

The dark-haired socialite was clear about CEO Cheng’s scheme, but she still wanted to double-check whether CEO Cheng intended to alter the plan.

“We’ll do our best, and this time at least, we won’t lose, right?”

CEO Cheng had no major burden; a nod of the head could bring him benefits, such a good thing indeed.

If only all matters in the world could be so dealt with.

“Ah, when I was mentally preparing myself, I told myself and even told you that I was ready to pay any price.

Yet, just now, when I bowed, the pain surged like blood to my head, Chan, I realized it might not be worth it.”

It was always odd what Mi’er fixated on; previously she never dwelt on these things, but rather it was CEO Cheng who liked to ponder.

But now, CEO Cheng seemed unconcerned, while Mi’er had started to care.

“There is nothing about worthiness; sometimes, stepping back is to advance three steps another time.

We can’t be too rigid in our dealings with Achilles; struggle requires method and strategy.”

CEO Cheng understood Temir’s emotional mind; she used to act crazy around him in the past.

“I feel it wasn’t a step back, but a loss of dignity, Chan.

When I called him ‘brother,’ my so-called rebellious past and today’s embarrassment all came to mind.

Hah, I think he surely looks down on me, very much so.”

The dark-haired socialite was a girl lacking inner support, and CEO Cheng understood what really mattered to her, so he merely sighed.

“Achilles will respect neither that rebellious you nor the you who easily bowed your head to him, but this disdain is different.

He does not even respect me.

In my view, given his character, he would respect ninety-nine percent of the world with whom he would not have a second encounter, but not the one percent he does interact with.

He would not bother wasting a shred of emotion on the former; he would not deign to show a trace more respect for any of the latter.

He is arrogant, yet his strength is formidable.

Look at what he’s been up to lately; the California Clique now has a deputy leader and a speaker of the house, and yet he just wields a knife and makes his way to California.

He was in San Francisco recently, and now he’s reached Saint Rodu.

Achilles doesn’t even regard the California Clique, but today, based on various considerations, he chose to help us settle the Dracula Family matter.

Doesn’t that mean we’ve earned his respect?”

It was convoluted, CEO Cheng spoke very convolutedly, but Mi’er understood.

“You summarized it well; that’s indeed his character.

An extreme disdain for foolishness, an extreme arrogance, and extreme rationality, unlike a normal human.”

At this point, Mi’er paused.

“Our family doesn’t have a hereditary mental illness, right?”

CEO Cheng shrugged his shoulders.

“Genius and madness are only a thought apart—perhaps.”

Mi’er didn’t know if Cheng Daqi was complimenting or mocking her, but she chose to believe that CEO Cheng was complimenting her.

“Still feeling upset, what can we do?”

Yes, CEO Cheng understood Mi’er’s displeasure; the girl was truly open with him, and he appreciated this kind of communication.

The conversation during the meal just now was nearly a top-tier performance of hidden agendas, leaving CEO Cheng a bit mentally exhausted.

Mi’er, although sometimes led by emotions and peculiar ideas, at least spoke her mind without adding to CEO Cheng’s mental burdens.

“Don’t even mention it, I’m upset too.

Didn’t I hide away earlier?

Actually, I was waiting for someone, someone who could take my enemies down with me if I completely lost.

You could simply understand it as, I had arranged a backup plan, a sneaky shooter from behind.

Heh, in Achilles’ words, such an action is foolish behavior.

He is truly unsparing, luckily my facial control was pretty good.”

When Achilles spewed criticism far and wide, CEO Cheng felt it hit home.

“Goose… goose… goose… no, he also said that you can’t afford to lose, that you have nothing.

Hahaha.”

If a friend comes to you with their troubles, the best approach isn’t comfort, but to tell them you’re having an even worse time.

CEO Cheng’s strategy worked well, causing Mi’er to laugh so hard that she shook the steering wheel back and forth.

“Exactly, compared to the wealth Achilles will inherit, we still have to strive on.

Having humbled ourselves this time, you should have secured that little ten-billion-dollar consortium by now, right?

Time to look up Antony afterward.”

Go on, Mi’er, claim Lao Deng’s Gold Coins for me!

Achilles spewed criticism that hit home, and CEO Cheng intended to undercut his base—meet action with action, as propriety demands.

“But… Chan, according to Achilles, the people who attacked you weren’t sent by him, then who was it?”

Finally, Mi’er asked the question CEO Cheng had been avoiding.

“I don’t know either.”

At the red light, Mushang stopped, and CEO Cheng answered with a sigh.

Who could it be?

The storm under California’s skies had begun to gather, harboring thunder within.

The ordeal CEO Cheng faced was just a stray wind leaking from the storm; in the future, they would confront the systemic grinding of America’s upper echelons.