My American magical life
Chapter 752 - 752 23 Just fuking it!_2

752: Chapter 23 Just fuking it!_2 752: Chapter 23 Just fuking it!_2 “Robert’s group and we have cooperated for a long time; now that something big has happened, it’s necessary to keep the lines of communication open with them.”

“But I have an immature idea, since Gru is such a pain in the ass, why don’t we promote him to another position?”

How to deal with difficult people?

Please leave!

The suggestion from the girl who loves to smile has some merit, at least it shows that she has some brains in her head.

Hmm, the only problem is, this suggestion inadvertently hit Mr.

Niu Sen right in the lungs.

Niu Sen: Gru, oh Gru, you are my karma!

“Idiot!

Shut up, I don’t want to hear your nonsense!”

Nanxi is assertive; she doesn’t give Kamala any face.

After all, we are all insiders; there’s no need to hold back.

Especially since Nanxi is under a lot of pressure right now, she needs a relief valve.

“Niu Sen, I understand your feelings, but things haven’t reached the most dangerous point yet.

The California Elephant Party’s willingness to play with fire on Achilles’s word indicates that they have unified internally, and the Great Commander may remain an observer to the end.

The atmosphere in Congress has been very wrong lately, getting Robert and his people involved will only increase the pressure and escalate the situation.

I’m not afraid of those idiots; it’s just that we, the California Clique, can’t be the ones to further escalate the situation.”

This is where interests diverge; for Niu Sen, the more escalated the situation, the safer he is.

But Nanxi is the one stuck with a budget impasse; she can’t afford to stab herself for her incompetent allies.

Usually, such political stalemates end in compromises, everyone keeps their dignity and goes on being the boss, but the federal government has been shut down for too long this time, and the Elephant Party is as stubborn as if it’s taken Viagra, leaving Nanxi in limbo.

What if it can’t be compromised this time?

What if she gets purged?

You can’t be too hasty, or you’ll end up on a list!

So, she cannot just sit by and watch Niu Sen involve more forces.

“So, what do we do?”

Niu Sen thought about conceding, of course, he meant taking a step back, not really defecting to CEO Cheng — CEO Cheng wasn’t up to the task yet.

“Is there any feasibility in replacing Gru or promoting him?”

Looking at Nanxi’s old face, Niu Sen felt like weeping without tears.

On the way to San Francisco, he thought of at least nine ways to deal with Gru, nine of them!

But now, talking with Nanxi, the more he talked the clearer he understood how passive he was.

The political situation in America is like a pressure cooker; CEO Cheng added pressure right at the brink of an explosion, and both Niu Sen and Nanxi had their unspeakable difficulties, so the California Clique was far more passive than Niu Sen had anticipated.

He and Kamala tried to persuade an escalation of the situation; Nanxi opposed it.

Controlling Gru’s influence, Niu Sen himself knew, was impossible.

He couldn’t possibly sacrifice himself to burn for the California Clique; that would be absurd.

“Uh, Gru has a lot of subordinates.”

At this point, it’s only fair for the California Clique to suffer a bit.

I’ll take the blame—if things are exposed.

“Subordinates are more numerous?

What does that mean?” Nanxi didn’t quite understand Niu Sen’s words.

Of course, the chief of the LAPD has many subordinates; that’s one of America’s largest local law enforcement agencies.

“Well, he’s got a gang that’s legitimate on the surface, with about three thousand members.

LAPD has two systems, one is the official police rank system, the other is Gru’s gang system.”

Niu Sen, with great political prospects, lied so convincingly that Nanxi was completely baffled.

“WAIT, what are you saying?

Are you saying Gru, this gang leader, now has three thousand subordinates?”

Nanxi knew about Gru’s background, but she couldn’t comprehend how Gru could have that much support.

Three thousand people, are you planning to seize leadership by force?

On what grounds?

On the grounds that Mr.

Governor wants to safely get through the crisis!

“Yes, after becoming chief of the LAPD, he grew rapidly.”

These words silenced Nanxi; she wanted to curse, but Niu Sen wasn’t Kamala.

If Temir knew what was happening at Governor’s mansion right now, he might feel even more remorseful.

CEO Cheng wasn’t powerful; rather, he turned the adverse trend completely in his favor.

Niu Sen?

Chained by desire, he sold his soul.

A flush in poker, a sweeping victory!

—————–

“Ms.

Temir, I admit I share some responsibility for the misunderstanding that happened today, but I simply can’t go crazy with you!”

I won’t pursue it if you hit me, just consider myself bitten by a dog, but I absolutely won’t engage in nonsense with you youngsters!

Old Crusoe’s uncooperative attitude didn’t exceed CEO Cheng’s expectations, he had anticipated this possibility.

Indeed, after several generations of hard work, unlike Wolf who killed his father to rise to power, Old Crusoe has the right to refuse to cooperate with people like Temir.

What about Caramacris, you think I want to be the pawn leading the charge, dream on!

Cheng Daqi noticed Mi’er’s serious gaze, he gestured to the girl not to worry, and then looked towards Wolf.

The eyes of the bitch and bastard were focused on Wolf Dracula, the rising star of the California Elephant Party who cursed inwardly and began to reveal his position.

He did indeed make a recording…

After all, this was his home turf…

Um, CEO Cheng’s maneuver was as slick as always, from the moment he entered, he hadn’t said a single dangerous word—Mi’er wouldn’t be in trouble either, after all, her identity was different.

“Crusoe, if you don’t play ball, I’ll kill your entire family.”

Wolf appeared to be bluffing, probably serious, leaving Crusoe flustered.

“Wolf, are you joking?”

Saying this, Cheng Daqi laughed, and seeing him laugh, Mi’er and Wolf started laughing too.

Old Crusoe’s tense nerves finally relaxed as well.

“Laugh, what’s so funny?

Wasn’t that joke just now not funny, was it?”

Cheng Daqi stopped laughing…

Mi’er finally caught up to his thought process, she rolled her eyes at Cheng Daqi and gave a nod towards Wolf.

“What do you think we should do now?”

I think we should stuff you two into Hannibal’s cooking pot first!

“Crusoe, as you can see, it’s either death or joining us, choose one.”

Suddenly, Cheng Daqi thought, at this moment Wolf resembled Bumpy Boss being reluctantly forced by his boss to go kill the Tang Monk.

The epitome of slacking, revealing his extreme insecurity.

So, damn dog, you are really recording, aren’t you?

“Stop the act, is it worth it, just for him to make his pledge.

What’s the use, in America no one can judge him!

In the end, a union as disloyal and disintegrated as ours could never succeed!”

That’s why capitalists are called greedy, Old Crusoe had made his stance clear.

My son has been captured by you, I’m aware, but if you think to use him or my safety as leverage, I don’t buy it.

It’s all bluster, could I really fall for the schemes of youngsters like you?

Why force Wolf to make his pledge?

Because you can’t control him!

And you want Saint Rodu?

Go home and suck your mothers’ milk!

Hanging out with you, I’d starve three days out of nine, get lost—Tough-nut Crusoe let out another stubborn roar.

“Also, if there’s nothing else, I’ll be leaving now.”

Lao Deng was eager to meet the old witch.

Cheng Daqi didn’t take a stance, silently remaining seated, while Temir was somewhat anxious, but seeing CEO Cheng so calm, she ultimately didn’t speak.

So, two minutes later, Old Crusoe was escorted into the cigar room by the Dracula Family’s security.

He’s back yet again.

“I’m a kind person, all this business…

ah, Chan, I hope you can understand me.”

Cleaning up his own mess, Wolf acted as if nothing had happened and earnestly spoke to Cheng Daqi.

“And, I’ve always regarded you and Mi’er as my best friends, you know, Mi’er, I instruct my men to deliver the best and safest nutritional supplements to you every day, I hope to be of help to everyone.”

Skiving at work, but overzealous when it comes to covering his ass, wasn’t he gay, talented indeed.

“So, how do you plan to take over Saint Rodu?”

Old Crusoe, seeing the reality, finally stopped being obstinate because he understood that Cheng Daqi and Mi’er really had the power to judge Wolf.

Otherwise, this man wouldn’t be groveling so.

Cheng Daqi also seemed to have forgotten the recent unpleasantness, he said with deep meaning.

“Just fucking it!”