My American magical life
Chapter 787 - 787 34 Leader 1 Cheng's Unparalleled Time_4

787: Chapter 34 Leader 1 (Cheng’s Unparalleled Time)_4 787: Chapter 34 Leader 1 (Cheng’s Unparalleled Time)_4 “At that time, I told them not to hesitate; if Niusen doesn’t give face, just let the guns on the helicopter fire for a bit.

I’ll take care of any trouble that arises.”

“Sure enough, Niusen was as weak as you described, haha, Chan.

That’s the beauty of helicopters; they can land wherever you want, without getting blocked on the road or at the airport exit.”

Sheriff Gru spoke excitedly, while President Cheng just nodded with a smile.

“You don’t seem worried about that 80 billion Dollars debt.

Are LCE and BEC really making that much money?”

Initially, when President Cheng was arranging these two cryptocurrency fields, he roped in Gru as a collaborator.

The situation then developed too quickly and has now completely changed.

So, all things considered, there were bound to be surprises.

And President Cheng’s ability lies in scheming to steer things toward a favorable direction when surprises happen.

“Making money?

Printing money!”

Looking at the tamed wolf, President Cheng loudly replied.

He knew that this submissive Gru was just a facade; the real Gru wasn’t like this.

“Chan, I’m really curious.

How much assets do you actually have now?”

Gru was extremely, extremely, extremely curious.

Look at Cheng Daqi’s rivals: Niusen—the core figure of the California Clique, the king of the West Coast of America, the newly fifty-plus California Rancher, Achilles—a family next generation leader whom Gru doesn’t even know by name, a hidden heavyweight of the Republican Party that makes America tremble with a mere stir.

President Cheng’s allies are even more amazing, Eris—two underworld bosses who have begun to go legitimate, agents who are influential throughout the West Coast, another ally like Karami, himself—the LAPD chief, the king of the Underground Forces deciding how chaotic San Rodolfo would be, the top Black Police who forced Niusen to bow his head, Wolf—the spokesperson of the billionaire Dracula family, a top player who can influence both parties, a central leader of the next generation for the California Republican Party.

Allies like Crusoe who joined later are even more numerous.

Magnus is just the first, but definitely not the last.

President Cheng’s woman is even more powerful.

The fact that Temir’s brother gave her a logistics giant is one thing, but it’s terrifying that she actually entrusted the company’s control to President Cheng.

Gru genuinely admires this couple; sometimes he even envies President Cheng.

President Cheng’s life is so carefree.

He is too cunning and too ruthless, always finding opportunities, always daring to make unreasonable decisions.

He is like a merciless Superman who, amidst a raging storm, stands invincible with only a slight effort.

Gru has been with President Cheng every step of the way; sometimes as an ally, sometimes as a competitor, but now inevitably, he has to be President Cheng’s dog.

He sees clearly, after every storm, Cheng Daqi takes a huge step forward, without exception.

So, Gru is very curious, how much assets does such a President Cheng actually have.

“I don’t know!”

The soundproofing of the private helicopter was at its maximum, but the noise from the propellers was still considerable, forcing President Cheng to respond loudly to Gru’s question.

“Huh?

You don’t know how much money you have?”

The Black Police looked perplexed, slightly dumbfounded, thinking Cheng Daqi was just brushing him off.

It seems like something occurred to Cheng Daqi as he teased.

“Mr.

Gru, you need to understand one thing.

True super-rich billionaires can never calculate how much money they have!”

Caught by his act!

Gru opened his mouth, President Cheng’s response was too clever, leaving him somewhat at a loss for words.

“However, there’s one thing I’m clear about.

If you want West State Logistics, that 80 billion in debt is an inevitable trouble.

Do you have any plan to handle it?”

Ah?

That’s 80 billion Dollars!

Not 800 million, not 80 million, but 80 billion!

You want me to give a solution?

Without even a second’s hesitation, Bomber repeatedly waved his hand.

“I have no plan, I can’t do it, it’s up to you.”

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