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732: Chapter 16: The Jianghu is Perilous, Who Does Not Regret?

732: Chapter 16: The Jianghu is Perilous, Who Does Not Regret?

“Considering the three realistic situations we just mentioned, Mr.

Great Commander, we have designed two rather safe response plans for you,”

“Wait a moment, let’s wait for the California Elephant Party to make their decision.

Of course, we should respect our affiliation with the same party, but if they are a mess, then…

”

Everyone has an idea of what the California Elephant Party is like.

Crusoe, who waves the MAGA banner, doesn’t want to handle anything; he’s just a big bluffer, and the so-called future core figure, Wolf Dracula, is blatantly cozying up with the Democratic Party and the California Clique.

Represented by these two individuals, most of the California Elephant Party members share a similar style – they are Californians first and Republican Party members second.

And since California is Democratic Party territory, this influence has meant that the California Elephant Party has long lacked cohesion, which is also one of the reasons why the Great Commander wants to cash in while he’s ahead.

Jared said this, and the Great Commander immediately understood.

He nodded slowly, signaling his son-in-law to continue.

“The second option is for you to pretend you’re unaware and just carry on with your regular work as before.

This matter is too sensitive, and sometimes not knowing is actually a good strategy,”

The Great Commander’s eyes lit up.

This is good, this is clever.

The whirlpool in California is growing larger, and Achilles’ offensive has clearly run out of steam.

The Great Commander wants to compromise, but the California Clique isn’t giving face.

The California Clique is now spanking the California Elephant Party on the ground with a belt, and the Great Commander really doesn’t want to get too involved.

Endorsing is an art, and at this point, backing someone comes with huge potential benefits but also with immense risks.

“What will others think?

My border wall budget hasn’t been approved yet.”

The Great Commander asked tentatively.

“Ah, do you really want to drag this out for a wall?”

After Jared said this, he knew he had messed up.

The question was subpar from any angle, and extremely untimely.

“Kid, it’s not about the wall, ha, it’s not about the wall.

You’re smart, you understand,”

The political frustration on the Great Commander at this moment was undeniably evident.

“Let them call me.

We’ll proceed with the second strategy of the safe plan.

You go to California on my behalf, try to appease them.

As long as the California Elephant Party is still up against the California Clique, I’ll back them to the end!”

This was as good as President Chiang sending someone to see Wang Jingwei, saying as long as Wang’s regime and the invaders are at odds, he’ll still consider him a brother.

Both sides are no good to begin with, and that preposterous premise realistically has no chance of fruition, effectively making such promises just hot air.

The Great Commander could be at peace with himself – after all, the California MAGA faction had been completely taken over in a cuckoo’s nest scenario by Old Crusoe, and he hadn’t even said a word!

“Father, you should rest now, good night.”

“Good night, Jared.”

Father and son, both showing warmth and piety, hung up the phone and simultaneously stared at their own phones, lost in thought.

‘What on earth did that idiot mean?’

They both arrived at the same question, truly like father, like son.

In comparison with Wolf and Old Joel, the Great Commander and Jared played out a version 2.0 of filial piety.

A genuine Germanic finding a genuine Semitic Wanderer son-in-law, this union seemed somewhat cursed on a racial level.

Their exchange this evening was reserved and subtle, barely distinguishable from a normal conversation.

But they are not ordinary people; one is a political animal, and the other is an elite from a family of Semitic Wanderers.

It can only be said that they fully exchanged opinions, without reaching any agreement, and the Great Commander never expressed his true attitude in the end – he evaded with platitudes.

Because Mr.

Great Commander is unclear about whom Jared represents in guiding his decisions.

The golden-haired old boy grabbed another Coke and silently watched Twitter while drinking.

Perhaps due to drowsiness, he accidentally liked a tweet while browsing through girls, which startled him into a jolt.

The flustered old man hurriedly removed the like, sighed, and crawled back into bed.

He already regretted it.

He laughed merrily when he mocked his predecessors, and he was furiously determined when President Obama sarcastically called him out in front of hundreds of celebrities.

But now, he’s shackled by those interests, and the power’s metamorphosis has started making even his closest confidants untrustworthy.

(This part of the storyline is realistic)

This isn’t an emperor’s throne, but the mouth of a scorching volcano.

The golden-haired old boy didn’t know that he’s actually done quite well.

Someone who can’t be described also sat on the volcanic edge and got burnt terribly.

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Eris and Domo were locked up together.

Hm, Chief Glu didn’t explain, Jax made the decision.

This man, who on the surface is the head of a certain division in Saint Rodu, is covertly the LAPD’s second-in-command.

As Glu once again betrayed his superiors and joined forces with the Cheng Daqi Group, Jax became, in effect, second only to one, above tens of thousands.

“Mr.

Eris, do you have anything to eat?”

Domo no longer wanted to complain; he just wanted some food.

God have mercy, he’s a big fat man, now starved dizzy by the unscrupulous LAPD.

“I envy your state of mind,”

The West Coast dream chaser sat cross-legged on the bed, leaned against the wall, squinted his eyes, and softly responded to Domo.

He was meditating.

The world is complex, and so is the situation Eris faces.

Finally, he can quiet down and think about his own affairs.

“Chief Glu is a friend of Chan’s, and he’s my father’s friend too, it’ll be fine, Eris.

I remember you also have a good relationship with Chan, right?”