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Chapter 840 - 840 47 The King's Game End Continuing the Madness 11K Votes Requested!_7

840: Chapter 47 The King’s Game End (Continuing the Madness, 11K Votes Requested!)_7 840: Chapter 47 The King’s Game End (Continuing the Madness, 11K Votes Requested!)_7 “The taxes are too high, it’s the same for anyone; if you’re not running a global corporation, there’s no need for large investments in France.

Other than that, it’s too far-fetched; weaker nations won’t create big waves under the Central Government, and they’re too busy dealing with their own internal issues.”

In terms of economic and political significance, Cheng answered very succinctly—he was afraid that Achilles would see his thoughts, that kind of afraid.

“MAGA, the French National Rally, the Alternative for Germany, ha, you’ve also noticed the change, haven’t you?”

Ordinary capitalists with industries located in just one country or region don’t need to consider too much politics.

Bigger capitalists need to consider politics, but it’s more accurate to say that they consider policies.

What Achilles and Wolf focus on is different; they look at the big picture.

Achilles can see the beginning of turbulence, Wolf can see the potential of a tycoon entering politics; both are very impressive.

“An economic downturn naturally leads to disgruntled people, but once in power, they all act the same, and besides, right-wing populist politicians tend to have short careers.

This ‘short’ can be understood in two ways: one is that there is no limit to extremism, there will always be more extreme individuals vying for ecological niches, with South Korea being a prime example where excessive internal conflicts can short circuit democracy’s rationale.

Another is that extremist politicians often have appeal when under scrutiny, as people need an outlet for their anger, but once they actually take a high position and become King, they have to start compromising—everyone acts the same once they’re in power.”

Testing me, huh?

Can you really stump me?

“Let’s not talk about this anymore, Chan, we’re almost there, look at that lake, I used to love swimming there as a kid.”

Mi’er felt the gravity of the topic and chose to interrupt.

“So, is Wolf seriously considering a political career?

I always thought that was just a strategy for self-preservation, to maintain his visibility.”

Ignoring Mi’er’s comment, Achilles asked a pointed question, seemingly unrelated to the discussion but actually an extension of Cheng’s remark about ‘always more extreme individuals.’

Wolf is now America’s anti-abortion star, he himself a Medical Doctor and president of a pharmaceutical group.

With such credentials, he opposes abortion with the slogan, “Abortion is unpatriotic,” and indeed, he commands quite a presence.

“Wolf has money, and our Great Commander has money; he saw an opportunity in the Great Commander.”

In fact, there’s another reason: Wolf’s performative personality, but Cheng couldn’t be bothered to say it.

“It’s a double-edged sword to be a tycoon and also a political figure when considering overall interests.

Inside the Republican Party, the sentiment is that they won’t allow any more tycoons to rise in the future as it damages the party’s image.”

Achilles also didn’t finish his thought—tycoons don’t lack money; they’re hard to control!

“Wolf probably won’t agree, Mr.

Achilles.

I take it seriously and so does he, but he doesn’t necessarily have to run for the Great Commander.

His family has too many skeletons in the closet.

With Dai’an’s example before, Wolf will have an answer in his heart; after all, when Dai’an first ran for office, he nearly instantly transformed into a demon.”

Cheng cursed another old witch, not only did Achilles laugh, but Temir also relaxed from her irritation at being ignored and laughed unconsciously.

“Demons are things from stories, but Dai’an isn’t from stories, so you see, demons aren’t as bad as her.”

Achilles genuinely detested certain people in the Democratic Party; he’d never been to Lolita Island, so he could freely curse without reservation.

In a certain sense, he and that man are the same sort—they both liked blonde bombshells, especially eighteen-year-olds.

“Mr.

Achilles, why did the big money of the California Clique sit back and watch us stir things up in San Rodolfo?”

Seeing the cheerful discourse and good mood, Cheng finally voiced the doubt that lingered in his mind, a question whose answer he wasn’t quite certain of.

“Hahaha, there aren’t that many reasons; the core of it is we stood with that person, and they didn’t have a sure-win approach against us, that’s all.

Everyone is respectable, few are like you, bullying people to that extent.

You now have to be cautious about your methods when doing things; you’re no longer short of money, so there’s no need to corner your enemies too much.”

Cheng did not agree with what Achilles had said.

Respectable?

Ha, nonsense!

Where is there dignity in a fight?

Where is there dignity when conflicts intensify?

But he understood why Achilles would say that, and besides, the latter part of the advice was indeed sincere.

Temir felt Achilles’s sincerity, an unprecedented earnestness representing his abyss-like and unfathomably deep heart.

The giant was as strong as ever, like a wall standing before her.

She was beginning to regret coming to Greece.