My American magical life
Chapter 723 - 723 13 Thunder is thunder strike after strike killing you all!

723: Chapter 13 Thunder is thunder, strike after strike, killing you all!

(Bet you didn’t see that feint coming) 723: Chapter 13 Thunder is thunder, strike after strike, killing you all!

(Bet you didn’t see that feint coming) Actually, the very fact that a bunch of tycoons met in an unfinished building oozed an air of wickedness.

If it were small fry like Gao Qiqiang, discussing matters in an unfinished building would seem reasonable.

But Wolf is a super-billionaire at the hundred-billion level, and CEO Cheng is rapidly approaching the level of a super-billionaire in the tens of billions, those with a status similar to Old Crusoe’s also have assets worth at least several billion dollars as a base.

So, there really was something to be said about their gathering in the unfinished building.

Cheng Daqi’s initial idea was to use Wolf’s yacht for environmental suggestion, then put some pressure on the core figures of the California Elephant Party.

But he made a mistake in his busyness, forgetting that Lao Jia had already begun BEC’s global roadshow and had lent out the yacht.

Just how cunning is Old Crusoe; this is the ruthless sort who waves the Great Commander’s banner to make a name for himself, and he’s the one who suggested they gather in the unfinished building.

Cheng Daqi understood that the old guy had sensed the California Elephant Party, after being blindsided by “Niu Sen’s minions,” might face a tremendous storm, so without any in-depth communication with CEO Cheng, he chose a place capable of psychological suggestion.

The coincidence didn’t end there, the more serendipitous part was that this move essentially ‘cashed in’ on the preventive measures Wolf and Temir had injected for important members of the California Elephant Party back at the Orlan Theater.

What exactly was discussed at the Orlan Theater?

Nothing was agreed upon, a bunch of clever people couldn’t reach a conclusion, but this doesn’t mean Cheng Daqi’s initial arrangements were useless.

At the Orlan Theater, under the double act performed by Wolf and Temir, the California Elephant Party came to a consensus—act with caution, do not become the sacrificial pawn in a conflict between the California Clique and the Democratic Party.

And then?

Then CEO Cheng ordered Chief Glu, Niu Sen’s closest confidant, to make a subtle move, giving a little jolt from the California Clique to the various elders of the California Elephant Party.

Who organized tonight’s meeting?

Cheng Daqi!

First, give a preventive shot, then, amidst the crisis, lead the possibly spooked or still somewhat composed elders to a closed environment to put pressure on them.

When Cheng Daqi makes his move, he goes for a clean sweep.

Otherwise, what’s the point?

Wouldn’t it be more appealing to just go with the flow and act according to circumstances; after all, at this point, even someone like Achilles is considering sticking to the existing trajectory without stirring things up.

Better safe than sorry—that’s the logic of reality.

By not pushing others to the brink, you prevent yourself from being cornered.

But Cheng Daqi still made his move.

He stood in the middle floor of the unfinished building, offering Old Crusoe, who had already arrived, a cigarette.

Mr.

Crusoe was on the phone; he smiled at Cheng Daqi, hugged Mi’er, and then continued his call.

“Don’t talk to me about difficulties, your job is to solve problems for the citizens of America, solving problems is your duty, I pay so much in taxes each year, not to hear your complaints about difficulties when push comes to shove!”

“Screw the California Clique, they can’t overturn the heavens, just lead your team over there and get the people out, got it?”

“Glu is not a problem, don’t worry about him, I get along well with him; I’ll handle it!”

Mr.

Crusoe hung up angrily, while Cheng Daqi and Temir tacitly exchanged glances.

Old Crusoe still didn’t understand the severity of the situation.

He actually thought he could still save someone.

Would CEO Cheng dare to act in America’s top-tier political game without anticipating such requests for favors?

What was the first thing Glu did after flipping the table?

He had his men take Niu Sen to see him!

Who in America’s order system can command Glu?

Niu Sen, apart from him, there’s the St.

Lodu City Council.

Niu Sen is closely guarded by the police for his safety, while the City Council is as scattered as watered-down shit.

At this time, no favors worked!

“Glu, ha, it’s me, Crusoe, my son can’t be reached on the phone tonight, you…”

Old Crusoe was quite tactful, but Chief Glu was not.

“This is Mr.

Niu Sen’s order, sorry, Rick.”

After hanging up, Old Crusoe was dumbfounded for quite a while.

He thought things shouldn’t be like this; something was wrong.

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Of course, it’s wrong!

Cheng Daqi has already got Niu Sen tied up!

After saying his piece, Glu hung up, looking at Governor Niu Sen sitting on the sofa, his eyes full of mockery.

He didn’t understand the history of the Three Kingdoms; otherwise, Chief Glu would have to utter, “carry the Emperor to command the princes.”

Being Niu Sen’s dog was mostly uncomfortable, but now it was extremely gratifying!

“Glu, you’re playing with fire!”

The Governor still had some presence; he was already effectively under control, but he couldn’t lose face, he knew that much, so his tone carried a firm threat.

Be careful not to burn yourself!

“Yeah, but how come I remember that it was you who started the fire on me, what, am I mistaken?”

This statement was actually correct; at this stage of America’s chaotic struggle, there were two eyes of the storm: one was Capitol Hill, and the other was Glu.

Chief Glu’s crisis was directly triggered by Achilles, yet as his superior and leader, Niu Sen chose to watch the fire from the other side of the bank, waiting for the situation to escalate.

The California Clique’s response was very skillful; they struck hard on Capitol Hill, blocking all sorts of issues concerning the Elephant Party’s Great Commander.

But in California, they seemed in no hurry at all.

Why?

The decisions of smart people are full of details, seemingly irrational responses trail clear benefits relations behind them; the California Clique didn’t want to bow to some inside the Democratic Party, or those behind them, because of this crisis, nor did they want to surrender benefits.