My American magical life
Chapter 770 - 770 30 Niusen oh Niusen you're not honest!_2

770: Chapter 30 Niusen, oh Niusen, you’re not honest!_2 770: Chapter 30 Niusen, oh Niusen, you’re not honest!_2 Chan, don’t give me a bunch of nonsense here, OK?

“You know, your Dracula Family depends on the group that revolves around American hegemony for survival, healthcare, medical, military orders, and so on.

When you are squeezed out by the capital of other members of the Democratic Party, the problem is actually much bigger than you think.”

“Printing money, big capitalists plundering the world’s wealth together, this game used to work because America’s hegemony was strong enough, but why does the Great Commander want to engage in a trade war?”

“Times have changed, the trend is clear, and it won’t improve in the short term.

And that man still wants to cut taxes.

The recent increase in the federal debt ceiling is just the beginning.

Once the printing presses start, it’s hard to stop them.”

“Achilles frequently travels to Turkey, South America, Africa in the past two years, and the Caramacris Family is always strategizing for the next era.

They seem to have industries across the globe, but unlike global internet and financial companies, they invest in heavy assets wherever they go.”

“Why do you think he helped the Great Commander pass the budget bill?”

“People and people have different stands.

When America’s hegemony crumbles, the relative position of the Caramacris Family continues to climb.

How about you?

And those financial capitalists?”

“In fact, I didn’t quite understand many things at that time, but after the budget bill vote passed, I finally understood.

Achilles might be even more cunning than we realized.”

Wolf fell silent, Cheng’s approach to solving the problem was entirely along the lines of ‘American decline’, which he found hard to accept.

“Three questions, first, printing money is not the core problem.

No matter how much money is printed, America is still the biggest beneficiary, the increase in the total capital is beneficial for America.

Your judgment has a fundamental error here, Chan, what do you think?”

Cheng Daqi smiled faintly and asked.

“Beneficial for which America?

The MAGA faction’s America?

The Republican Party Establishment’s America?

The Democratic Party Liberal’s America?

The Democratic Party Establishment’s America?

The big capitalists’ America?

The ordinary people’s America?

The immigrants’ America?

Or…

your Shamite wanderer’s America?”

Wolf fell silent again.

It was a bit of a brain-burner.

“Printing money is good, at least temporarily it’s a suitable solution, Chan, you can’t deny that.”

“Yes, things always tend to develop in the direction of least resistance, but is the direction of least resistance the right direction?

Besides, is this so-called right direction favorable to us?

Furthermore, Wolf, if the so-called right direction doesn’t align with our interests against the general trend, what will you do?”

Wolf wanted to say don’t scare me, no matter how times change, I’m still a super-rich man.

But he understood that this kind of joking was useless.

Super-rich men are not all the same.

Lao Jia was also a super-rich man after fleeing to America, but what happened to him?

“Then there’s another problem, America’s debt ceiling has always been increasing, Chan, it’s been so many years, since Reagan, it hasn’t changed, you’re too sensitive.”

“The accumulation of quantitative changes requires a process, and the limit of things appears gradually.

You can’t deny, a terrible limit is getting closer and closer to our world.

Nothing can last forever, the only absolute is relativism.

When the order of this world collapses, how will you survive?

In what manner will you live?”

Even more heart-probing.

Cheng was giving Wolf a lesson in values.

Their previous cooperation was based on mutual interests, and the result was clear.

After Wolf Dracula obtained the benefits he wanted, he stopped taking Cheng seriously.

“I think…

no matter how things change, those rich people will still need organ transplants, right?

And those ordinary people will still need to buy medical insurance?”

“People in Somalia don’t have money to buy medical insurance, and if the economy is bad, the profits from organ transplants will slide a lot.”

Wolf thought Cheng’s example was a bit absurd.

“Ha, how could that be, America won’t turn into Somalia, your idea is too crazy, Chan.”

It seemed logical, but Cheng didn’t quite agree.

“The inherent arrogance of Westerners, a few hundred years ago blacks weren’t even considered human, now they have become the elite in America, you see, some things are not so taken for granted.

I’m just giving an extreme example, but you must consider this possibility, this trend, right?”

Wolf caught on, he shook his head and laughed pointing at Cheng Daqi.

“Chan, you’re going too far, all these things are just potentialities that haven’t happened yet, they have no practical value.

We can’t live in imagination, OK?”

He actually understood what Cheng meant, but he didn’t want to continue the conversation.

The third question, he didn’t want to ask anymore.

“Alright, back to Cryptocurrency, I see it as a business to run, which is why I brought in so many different people from the start.

It might look like a Ponzi scheme in approach, but I would never turn it into one.

In the grand scheme, America’s money will continue to grow, Cryptocurrency, as a kind of peripheral, risk-bearing asset will have its value redefined.

Is that realistic enough?”

Wolf noticed that Cheng didn’t mention any nonsense about ‘decentralization’ or ‘energy Cryptocurrency’ and other gimmicks, he talked all about the real deal.

He hesitated for a moment and suddenly said.

“Chan, when I sent people to attack you, I specifically chose the least capable, and their bullets were specially made so they wouldn’t pose a life-threatening risk to you.

Your car was shot at but still drove fine, didn’t it?”