My American magical life
Chapter 820 - 820 43 King's Game 3_2

820: Chapter 43 King’s Game 3_2 820: Chapter 43 King’s Game 3_2 The sense of proportion of this young man greatly pleased Eris, who laughed heartily.

“Ha, child, why don’t you start by running for San Rodolfo City Councilor?

The position of a county councilor is too insignificant.

In politics, the least useful criterion is capability.

But I need to confirm one thing, are you willing to speak for the LGBT community and other vulnerable groups, to represent them?”

His gaze became sharp, staring intently at Fidel.

As a big shot in the strictest sense, the pressure Eris exerted almost crushed this fortunate young man.

People always expect God or something else to look after them, to grant them some great opportunity to change and so on, but such gifts are extremely special.

Anyone with a bit of sense knows that when someone gives you a great benefit, you must assume responsibilities commensurate with those benefits, even responsibilities far exceeding the benefits – because some people become monsters by repeatedly shirking responsibilities.

“I think I can do it, Mr.

Eris, I will cherish the opportunity you give me.”

Up to this moment, Fidel was still unclear about the specific identity of Eris, but he decided to go all-in, offering his loyalty first.

This is a very clever strategy that most lack the ability to clearly perceive the interests at stake.

“Just…” Fidel hesitated, not daring to ask.

“Speak, we’ll go to your house later, Fidel.

This is also part of the assessment.

You haven’t passed yet, so feel free to speak your mind.

We still have things to discuss.”

Eris leaned back in his chair and continued browsing his phone, casually dealing with the nervous young man at his side.

“Do I have to run as a Democrat?

I’m currently registered as a Republican, will that be a problem?”

“Child, you think too highly of yourself.

And besides, I never said I was a Democratic Party’s financier.

The Progressive Faction and vulnerable groups can have a diverse array of representative groups.

The broad Democratic Party isn’t as representative as you think.”

Eris seemed to recall something, he turned his head and spoke faintly to Fidel.

“You can’t even imagine what a great opportunity you’ve gotten, Fidel.

Those old Establishment Faction elites won’t accept a small player like you, those from the Radical Left won’t accept a Republican like you either, and as for the Republicans in San Rodolfo, hahaha.”

In the eyes of this junior lawyer, figures like Eris were the highest level of people he had ever encountered in his life.

Trying to appear clever, he gathered his courage and asked.

“What about San Rodolfo’s Republican Party?

I’ve noticed there have been some rumors, apparently, something terrible happened, is that true?”

The former West Coast dream chaser was stirred by this question; indeed, something had happened in San Rodolfo, like, his dream had died.

“That’s not a rumor.

Anyway, you’re a lucky man, luckier than I was when I was young.

You started off naively on the best path, and I envy you for that.

By the way, you need to improve your relationship with your sister, mind you, your sister.

You need a good entry point if you want to get into politics, and your relationship with your sister is a good one.”

Fidel seemed to detect a hint of melancholy in Eris’s words, which made him a bit self-mocking.

How could such a significant figure have any trace of loneliness?

Surely he was overthinking it.

Eris now enjoyed the life he had once dreamt of; he had become the true King of San Rodolfo, the king in the shadows, the underground king.

He could easily change a person’s fate, never before had he been so close to power.

No, he was now shaping power.

But all this was different from what he had expected, he had lost his freedom, his self, he had lost the ideals he held at the start.

America’s Tower of Babel, he had climbed it, only then to be strangled around the neck.

“I understand, Mr.

Eris, so should I register to run as a Republican?”

Fidel still didn’t quite understand, he said he understood, but was still not sure.

“Hahaha, no, you will be a Democrat from now on, child.”

Eris seemed to think of something amusing and started laughing again, laughing so hard he could barely close his mouth.

He had never imagined that one day he would become someone who could cause trouble for Niusen, that was marvelous.

You, Niusen, are a California Rancher, a core member of the California Clique, but unbeknownst to you, I am quietly digging a massive pit for you.

Thinking this, he turned to Fidel with a serious tone.

“Remember one thing, you are a Democrat, but you are more importantly my man, the latter is much more important because I am your guide.

I can lead you onto this path and I can also kick you off it.

If you make a mess of things, your family will leave this world with you.

Never betray me, ever.”

A naked threat, Eris’s words were so blatant, melting away the fervor in Fidel’s heart like ice and snow.

He had to play the role of the ‘good cop,’ a role he would play for a long time, that was his job.

Only if he is bad enough, can the boss be generous—Eris was now much more loyal than before.

“This…

Can I opt out?

This isn’t what I expected, Mr.

Eris, this isn’t what I thought it would be, can I pretend I heard nothing, know nothing?”

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