My American magical life
Chapter 727 - 727 14 Do I Weave Golden Threads Year After Year Only to Make Wedding Clothes for Others_2

727: Chapter 14 Do I Weave Golden Threads Year After Year, Only to Make Wedding Clothes for Others?_2 727: Chapter 14 Do I Weave Golden Threads Year After Year, Only to Make Wedding Clothes for Others?_2 “Alright, Chief Glu, Forbes has recorded your threat against me.

Let me think, tomorrow I’ll marry Mi’er and then take Achilles to apologize to Mr.

Cowboy Sen.

As for you, good luck!”

Mi’er kissed Cheng Daqi, who pushed her away with a look of distaste, giving her a warning glance.

Wolf felt he was the most damned, how could there be such unreasonable people in the world.

You dragged us all into this, and now you want to run away.

What about us?

Fak, what about us???

Glu was silent for a long time, finally asking with a hint of desperation and regret.

“What should I do now?”

Cheng Daqi also pondered for a long time before saying.

“Follow the plan completely.”

Glu closed his eyes in despair and said annoyedly.

“Our phone is being tapped, you know.”

“Then let me have a few words with Mr.

Cowboy Sen.”

Wolf leaned weakly against the car, having realized the gravity of the situation.

The brunette heiress looked anxiously at Cheng Daqi; she wanted to help him, but she was powerless to do so.

That idiot Glu has messed up everything!

Cheng Daqi definitely had a scheme; he had a plan, a very tight plan, but Glu had ruined it!

“Now?

Just talk like this?”

CEO Cheng smiled, looking at Wolf and wrapping an arm around an uneasy Mi’er, and sighed.

“Our trump card is a royal flush, whatever they play, it’s useless.

America isn’t just for a particular department or a batch of elites, Glu, do you know what a royal flush is?”

“Alright, I’ve handed him the phone.”

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“Hey, good evening, Mr.

Governor.”

Forbes’s wiretapping operator’s hands were trembling so badly that he could hardly type.

He wanted to type, but his sense told him that if he truly recorded it, he might be the one to die.

The person on the phone might talk big about who America belongs to, but as a mere wiretapper, he knew very well that he wasn’t the owner of America.

He looked at his colleague’s position, relieved to find that the lazybones Shabi still hadn’t brought back the Starbucks, which was somewhat relieving.

Now was the moment of decision.

Achievement or the toll of the death knell?

Should I record it or should I mark this recording?

“Who are you?”

Upon hearing that familiar voice, Forbes, who had lived in California for many years, was stricken with an inability to think.

It really was the Governor, tied up by his own subordinate!

“A friend of yours, Mr.

Cowboy Sen.

We don’t agree with the Great Commander’s compromise, and the California Republican Party won’t either.

I hope you won’t either.”

The Great Commander!

The Forbes wiretapper had heard about the deep state and was familiar with the confidential cases once handled by the FBI, but now, for the first time, he was genuinely in touch with the most secret communication of America’s deep state.

He chose not to record.

America is a capitalistic realm, and he’s just a worker.

How the shareholders fight is none of his concern.

One side had Achilles’s people with a ‘royal flush’ — the wiretapper didn’t even know who Achilles was!

The other side was California Cowboy Sen, kidnapped by his subordinate Chief Glu.

He didn’t want to die.

“Sorry, I was asking for your name.”

The wiretapper had decided not to record, and even locked the wiretapping room to prevent his colleague from suddenly returning.

But at that moment, he couldn’t suppress his curiosity.

A broker of the deep state?

An underling of big capitalists?

The secret manipulator of America?

Who exactly was this person?

“Glu, Mr.

Cowboy Sen isn’t quite sober, give him a warning.”

“Bang!”

The sound of the gunshot startled the wiretapper, who now wished he was dead.

It was supposed to be a normal boring day, supposed to be the same tedious work, so why did he stumble upon such a shock today?

Fortunately, Cowboy Sen’s answer came through the listening device, reviving the wiretapper whose heart had nearly stopped.

“What’s the condition?

Your condition, not what Glu told me.”

“Murder, make a commitment.

She is from the Getty family, you know I can’t do that.”

“Then you can die along with California.

Chief Glu will resign, but your political career will go down with his job.

If you want dignity, then go down with dignity along with Chief Glu.”

“What do you think, Chief Glu?”

Wolf finally understood what Cheng Daqi wanted to do; he took a deep breath and tremblingly lit a cigarette for himself.

He needed time to process.

Cheng Daqi had played the royal flush, and Wolf had seen it clearly.

“Is that the only condition?”

“Yes, for now, just this one.

But you needn’t worry, we respect you greatly, I’ve already chastised Glu.”

Seeing the phone call was disconnected, the wiretapper paused.

He thought of his family, his little grandson, and then, resolutely, he poured his cup of water onto the hard drive.

After doing all this, he took out his phone and found a contact labeled ‘Shabi repairman’.

“Hey, I’ve got a broken hard drive.

I need you to help me recover some data.”

“Recover it to the point where no one can recover it, right?”

“Yeah, I’m on my way now, get ready.”

Such absurd coincidences and luck were not worth even a hint of joy.

Is God helping CEO Cheng?

No, it’s the long-term unacceptable behavior of the American elites that’s helped CEO Cheng.

But this assistance was insignificant, just as CEO Cheng had said – he had already played the royal flush.