My American magical life
Chapter 750 - 750 22 American Women_2

750: Chapter 22 American Women_2 750: Chapter 22 American Women_2 Wolf poured wine for Mi’er with an expressionless face, while the raven-haired wealthy woman looked at him with a smile filled with deep meaning.

“Alright, are you crazy, Danze?

Stop it, stop it.”

Old Crusoe was beaten until he couldn’t even cry out for help, and Cheng Daqi finally snapped out of his shock.

Little Black stepped aside as CEO Cheng went to the side of the wailing old man, assisting him up with a face full of apologies.

“Hey, Mr.

Crusoe, why did you start fighting with Danze?

Danze, are you hurt?”

Old Crusoe glared at Cheng Daqi with a face full of hatred, then turned his venomous gaze towards Danze.

Originally expressionless as if nothing had happened, Danze seized the moment when Old Crusoe looked over and decided to give the capitalist another shock.

“Crack!”

Skilled at breaking fingers, Little Black flashed his white teeth, cheerfully responding to Old Crusoe’s hateful glare.

The sound of bone colliding in the silent cigar room was so clear that Walsh, observing silently on the side, involuntarily shuddered.

Cheng Daqi himself, and his subordinates, had always been ruthless, and that had never changed.

“My hand’s a bit hurt, but my head’s killing me, I don’t know why.”

Old Crusoe felt like vomiting blood; this was outright bullying!

“Mr.

Crusoe, you’re quite strong.

Danze, no worries, a fight isn’t a big deal.

Go get a thorough check-up at the hospital later and send the bill to Mr.

Crusoe.

He can afford that little amount of money.”

Cheng Daqi pressed Crusoe down onto the sofa while joking.

“Yes!”

Danze’s bright white teeth were quite amusing, causing Mi’er to let out a laugh.

The room lapsed into silence for a moment, the only sound being Mi’er’s light laughter.

“So, Chan, are you now their enforcer?”

With things come to this, Old Crusoe suppressed his fury, pretended to be conciliatory, and asked.

“Goose~ Goose~ Goose~”

Mi’er couldn’t hold back her laughter, very unbecomingly.

Old Crusoe looked at her puzzled, but it was Wolf’s action that caught his attention.

Wolf Dracula laughed stiffly with a forced ‘haha’, his eyes darting to stand by Old Crusoe, who knew Wolf’s focus was not on him, but on Cheng Daqi beside him.

“Actually, I’m not an enforcer, just an ordinary businessman, Mr.

Crusoe, that’s right.”

Old Crusoe, despite his arrogance, should’ve grasped the situation by now, and asked Wolf with disbelief.

“Are you his man?”

Quite amateurish, seems he was indeed baffled by Danze’s beating.

“No, we’re all friends, Mr.

Crusoe.

Today I wanted to invite you over to get to know you better, to become friends.”

Wolf wouldn’t answer such a question; Cheng Daqi, the person involved, personally provided Old Crusoe with a response.

Old Crusoe was thoroughly convinced that Cheng Daqi was the one causing trouble.

But it was madness.

He knew that Cheng Daqi was once a vagrant, as his son had directly informed him.

Taking a moment to gather his thoughts, Old Crusoe chose to fight back along with Cheng Daqi’s words.

“Is this how you treat friends, with fists?”

“Ha, if you’re not satisfied, you could always call the police; you have a good relationship with Chief Gru, don’t you?

You are a super-wealthy man, and I think as long as you make a request, he will surely help you.”

CEO Cheng’s sarcasm was too humorous; this time, not just Mi’er but even Wolf couldn’t help but stifle their laughter.

“Fak, you were playing me that day; you knew that Gru would definitely refuse to help me, which is why you coaxed me to go to him on behalf of the California Elephant Party!”

Mi’er mocked.

“Get real, Mr.

Crusoe.

Chief Gru made it very clear to me that you never mentioned anyone else.

You only cared about your own son.”

Old Crusoe’s lips twitched weakly, but he quickly realized that there was no room for nonsense anymore.

The escalation of this conflict meant that he either had to pick a side or choose to die right then and there.

Wealth can bring power, but such power is like rootless water, unorganized wealth shatters like bubbles under the assault of violence.

Gru was clearly Niu Sen’s man, yet he was being manipulated by Cheng Daqi and his Little Dengs to pull a big wave; their aim was certainly not simple!

“So, what do you want from me?”

Old Crusoe took out a handkerchief, wiping the cold sweat off his forehead, and asked.

The raven-haired rich widow set down her wine glass, looked towards Wolf, and said in a deep and solemn voice.

“I want Saint Rodu!”

Wolf’s eyebrows drooped; he was now certain that this couple definitely knew about the deal he had made, betraying CEO Cheng and Mi’er.

At this moment, Mi’er might have already secured the support of the core circle of the Republican Party; she was warning him today!

‘Wolf, don’t make a move!’

“LA’s GDP is one trillion Dollars, the second largest city in the world after NY.

Do you know what you’re talking about, Temir?”

Old Crusoe had no time for surprise; he just felt a bit dizzy.

Are the youths of today this audacious?

“Don’t call me Mi’er, call me Ms.

Temir!”

—————–

In San Francisco, outside Niu Sen’s mansion, the security was tight.

The SFPD officers huddled together in small groups, providing the Governor with a security service even more luxurious than the Great Commander’s Secret Service.

Inside the mansion, in Niu Sen’s office, the Governor who had just escaped the devil’s clutches was furiously berating the Chief of SFPD.

“Budget!

Budget!

Budget!

Are you missing those few tens of millions?

Every year you cry poor, every year you cry poor, every year you cry poor, have I ever shorted your money?”

The Governor’s eyebrows were angry; he felt highly insecure.

“Isn’t it just about setting up a fifty-person security team for me?

You have thousands of officers; is it so hard to arrange fifty people to protect me?

All these years, I’ve increased your budget every year.

It was I who put you in this position, it was I who gave you money to arrange your subordinates, and now you tell me there is no money!

Believe it or not, I’ll remove you from your post and replace you with a dog!

At least a dog would wag its tail at me, instead of always complaining about the budget like you!”

The SFPD Chief spoke with tears in his uncried eyes.

“Mr.

Niu Sen, I’m loyal to you, but among the ten thousand officers, a large part are civil servants, and some are older or not suitable for front-line duties.

The remaining capable staff are only about two to three thousand.

To maintain a fifty-person team long-term, at least we need to set the overall size to around three hundred people, this…”

Niu Sen interrupted him.

“Four hundred people!

Arrange for twenty more to protect my family.

That’s all the budget for this year; I’ll continue to increase it next year!”

The SFPD Chief asked, puzzled.

“Are you worried about something, Mr.

Niu Sen?

If someone is threatening your safety, I can assign someone to…”

“Your people, ha, I’d be satisfied if your people didn’t shoot at me!

Establish the security team as soon as possible.

Let me think, use the San Francisco Traffic Police as the cover, and it can also expand my motorcade’s scale!”

The words of the Governor were clear enough, and the SFPD Chief could only oblige.

However, on his way leaving the Governor’s mansion, Chief Glu met Nanxi and a girl who loved to smile, who were in a hurry.

As an established political leader of San Francisco, Nanxi’s status was not to be underestimated.

The Chief wanted to engage in small talk, but Nanxi apologised with a “Sorry, let’s meet another time,” and left, leaving the Chief standing there alone, disheveled by the wind.

He wondered just how much trouble the California Clique had run into.

Niu Sen was scared and needy, Nanxi had flown in urgently from Capitol Hill.

This was too frightening.

The smiling girl noticed the somewhat ‘downcast’ SFPD Chief left cold by Nanxi, and with a sweet smile, she said to the Chief.

“Hey, hello, thanks for your hard work, all the SFPD guys here are great lads.”

The Chief glanced at her, snorted disdainfully.

“Hmm.”

A senator?

No, just a homewrecker climbing her way up!

Nobody could have imagined how wild the smiling girl’s future lifepath would be, a wildness even she couldn’t have foreseen.

So, she just laughed heartily again and quickly followed old witch Nanxi’s steps.

This time, the Speaker of the House was returning home to put out a fire!