My American magical life
Chapter 823 - 823 44 The King's Game 4

823: Chapter 44: The King’s Game 4 823: Chapter 44: The King’s Game 4 Transcendentalism is an early product of modern philosophy.

But, early ≠ obsolete; in today’s era of rapidly advancing technology, there still exists a group of elites who adhere to transcendentalism—the representative figure being Rocket Ma, whose so-called ‘First Principles’ are in fact a practical interpretation of transcendentalism.

The main idea of transcendentalism is the fundamental unity of all things, while First Principles involve pursuing the essence of essence based on what is so-called science.

Broadly speaking, they are unified.

This philosophical and real-world echo that spans two centuries reveals a despairing reality: there are people in this world who, despite having the same physiologic structure as you, possess an entirely incomparable intellectual difference.

America’s joyous education, no, human modern education in children, medicine, psychology, etc., have created a plethora of new terms for kids with insufficient intelligence or other abilities, to take care of the fragile hearts of parents and children.

But the essence is, people’s abilities and gifts are different; some are more suited to a certain era, better able to cope with change and crisis.

Cheng Daqi sometimes exhibits certain behaviors with transcendentalist hues in his observations of specific things; for him, this is actually a curse.

“France’s immigration issue is more serious than I imagined; they’ve lost control of the situation.”

The car carrying both was blocked by a crowd holding signs, and as Mi’er sighed at the sight of people outside the window shouting slogans with their signs, Cheng Daqi did not answer.

The black-haired rich lady looked at him with surprise, only to find him lost in thought.

“Still thinking about the company’s matters?”

Mi’er is herself a big boss, and she believes she understands what is causing Cheng Daqi’s anxiety.

“No, I’m thinking, variation is eternal; refugees from the Middle East, yes, and some black people, make up the crowd outside.

Many people will think France is finished, that the Gallic rooster has turned into a black chicken, but Mi’er, what do you think France will look like fifty years from now, after it has weathered this difficult period of ethnic cohabitation?”

A Cultivator at the Nascent Soul Stage has such Divine Sense.

Cheng doesn’t understand the viewpoints of those French leftist intellectuals, but on this issue of immigration, he surprisingly finds common ground with them.

“I’ve never thought about this question…

If we follow your line of thinking, does it mean that the model of nation-states is doomed?”

If Cheng is at the Nascent Soul Stage, then Mi’er is at least a Golden Core; she is sharp, as always.

“I’m not sure, but the current trend seems to indicate as much.

America’s right-wing wave, Europe’s right-wing wave, they all seem like the final struggles before death.

World War II was essentially a continuation of World War I, still a war between nation-states.

Even the Red Empire joined forces with its future foes.

Then they disintegrated, and the clash of differing ideologies once again devolved into a struggle among different nation-states.

America, under the guise of a hypocritical flag and in the name of an immigrant nation, acts as a nation-state, seizing excessive profits globally….

Well, I digress.

I’m a capitalist, not an ideologue.”

Originally, due to being stuck halfway, Mi’er was somewhat irritated.

But now she was in no hurry, supporting her chin with one hand, the black-haired rich lady’s eyes twinkling with stars as she looked at Cheng.

“Cheng, these are the questions you should be considering.

You’re not a manager.

Let Lisa worry about the specifics of running the business.

We are capitalists, tycoons; we should pay more attention to these matters.

Those scholars are very poor; they will never fully make decisions from our perspective.

The times are changing, and Achilles has also sensed the change, which is why he was so anxious last time.

In my view, your level of understanding is good, not as abstract as before.”

Saying this, she seemed to think of something else and asked with some confusion.

“So you actually have a positive outlook on investing in France?”

Cheng Daqi hesitated for a few seconds; he was thinking.

This was nearly the limit for him.

Mi’er asked seriously, and he could not respond carelessly.

Fortunately, since his rebirth, he was still running fast enough to maintain an information advantage.

“Now is not the time, far from it.

I still believe that Hua Country offers the most opportunities at the moment, followed by the Middle East, where Achilles has been consistently strategizing.

We have visited both the OC and MAS branches in France and came away with a poor impression.

They strive hard and seem serious, but that effort will at best prevent our interests here from shrinking, which is determined by the larger environment.”

High tax rates, high costs, low efficiency—the problems with the French division were much greater than Cheng Daqi anticipated.

Personal struggle needs to resonate with the era’s development to more easily yield results, just as it is for enterprises and capital.

Investing in a place with long-term economic growth problems is not a wise decision.

“During OC’s financing, I told two stories, one about Hua Country, the other about India, and the shareholders generally favored India.

Do you think Southeast Asia and South Asia might be good opportunities?”

From the stage of global industrial transfer and development, Mi’er’s focus was actually correct, yet…

“There are many shells on the beach, but our bucket is not big enough; we can only pick the best ones, roughly speaking.”

Cheng shook his head; these questions were all extremely abstract and needed massive data to support before an objective judgment could be made, and he was reluctant to speak rashly.