My American magical life -
Chapter 786 - 786 34 Leader 1 Cheng's Unparalleled Time_3
786: Chapter 34 Leader 1 (Cheng’s Unparalleled Time)_3 786: Chapter 34 Leader 1 (Cheng’s Unparalleled Time)_3 He’ll definitely get chewed out if he gets shoved into the National Guard system.
It’s only because Niusen can’t afford the chaos that would ensue in California that he hasn’t made a move on him within the LAPD.
Once in the National Guard, Gru would truly become a toy.
The nature of representatives in different positions is different, as are the restrictions they face and the room they have to maneuver.
Gru doesn’t get that.
“Forget it, Gru, you’re not cut out for this kind of thing.
Just be a good general manager.
Of course, I won’t let you be a businessman your whole life.
Your future is at the Police Academy.”
Sheriff Gru is panicking; he thinks Cheng Daqi is trying to limit his power.
“Cheng, I’m just a high school graduate.
What are you sending me to run a police academy for?
Not to mention that I haven’t seen a ghost of a student there, I can’t do this.”
Cheng Daqi is truly speechless.
What can he do—just suck it up.
“Enough.
The National Guard is part of the United States military.
The State National Guard is under the dual leadership of the state and the federal government.
The Pentagon has influence too, Gru, you can’t handle this!”
“Jax, you go back first.
Let me know if Lake makes any moves.”
“The South California Military Academy is right there in San Rodolfo.
Gru, that’s really your best bet.
Better to scheme from behind the scenes than to be at the forefront.
Rushing in might work once or twice out of luck, but over time, you’ll inevitably slip up.
Then the trouble won’t be just yours, but mine too.
I don’t want that, because you know what you’re capable of.”
Jax left, and Gru still had his own little schemes.
He retorted.
“My capabilities are a problem?
Was there also a problem when I killed Cyrus?”
Cheng Daqi is even more disappointed.
“See, we’re discussing why you’re not fit for the National Guard and how you should move forward, but you’ve made a mistake and won’t admit it, instead dragging the topic to this triviality, sigh.
Gru, Gru, you’re being like a child throwing a tantrum for candy, being completely unreasonable.”
The weak, particularly the stubbornly defiant weak, are prone to being severely humiliated.
Gru’s face was red with embarrassment after being scolded by Mr.
Cheng, and he fell into a sulk, shutting his mouth.
“Let’s go, let’s head to the company to see what kind of surprise Achilles has prepared for me.”
After being lectured by Mr.
Cheng, Gru made a suggestion.
“Magnus sent me an airplane.
Shall we take it there?”
“Huh?
He gave you a plane?”
No, Gru, you seem a bit too ostentatious.
As your boss, I haven’t even bought a plane yet, and here you are, sneaking a ride on one—gifted no less!
Is that appropriate?
“Haha, yes, he gave me a Bell 429, saying it was to thank me for my contributions to the security of San Rodolfo, a gift without strings attached.”
Magnus is the tycoon closest to flipping his car in this California turmoil, worth over a billion Dollars.
His lover was almost sent to the defendant’s seat by Gru.
Later, as the pressure toppled the California Clique, with them stepping back, Mr.
Cheng let everyone off the hook.
Sweating profusely, Magnus, to avoid another grilling by Gru, just gave him a plane outright.
On the other hand, this old brother held fast to the California Elephant Party’s coattails, his name prominent among the Joel Dracula Institute sponsors—insisting on joining, with a stronger will than even Crusoe.
Magnus: Make a friend, spare me.
Gru accompanied Mr.
Cheng to one corner of the estate.
This was originally a space in front of a warehouse, now temporarily converted into a helipad.
“He got rich too fast, making his fortune with online loans, deeply entangled with bad debts and his lover.
Ha, the plane is pretty nice.”
Mr.
Cheng’s remark carried a hint of jealousy, and Gru chuckled teasingly.
“If you like it, I could give it to you.
Or do you think flying isn’t as safe as driving?”
Pushing a seven-million-Dollar item back and forth is pointless, Mr.
Cheng shook his head.
“You do need this toy.
You’re nominally the general manager of West State Logistics now, having a plane suits your travel needs and can also be more convenient.”
After helping Mr.
Cheng with his seatbelt, Gru sat opposite Cheng Daqi.
“Ha, do you know how I forced Niusen to come see me when he arrived in California?”
Amid the roar of the propellers, Gru asked with a mysteriously smug laugh.
“How?”
Through the plane’s window, the ground below looked like a sprawling game map, calmly unfolding beneath them.
“I sent four teams, blocked the airport exit, all the highway exits.
As soon as he landed at the airport, my guys picked him up.
Then he was sandwiched between police cars, with a police helicopter above, escorting him to the LAPD headquarters to see me.
You should have seen Niusen’s face then, hahahaha.”
Mr.
Cheng averted his gaze from the window, his thoughts stirred by Gru’s laughter.
He never understood why Gru insisted on climbing higher.
For money?
Most of the money Gru earned was doled out to his underlings, and he used to share some with his boss.
After killing his boss, Tonks, he lost his place in America’s hierarchical ladder.
For power?
That brings us back to the start; by killing his boss, he alienated himself from the American system, and the rejection of Niusen and the California Clique is the backlash from such violence.
For a woman?
Hmm, forget it.
For ideals?
Perhaps, because as Mr.
Cheng observed, Gru never seemed to articulate his own ambitions.
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