My American magical life
Chapter 855 - 855 48 The Wind Rises at Nanhua 1

855: Chapter 48: The Wind Rises at Nanhua 1 855: Chapter 48: The Wind Rises at Nanhua 1 How fascinating this world is, is a pseudo-question; fascination is a subjective concept that varies from person to person and lacks a concrete standard.

But in terms of personal experience and sense of gain, the more observant individuals see a more captivating world.

Sun Zhounye is one such keen observer, who has already gleaned plenty of information from Cheng Daqi’s words—the mysterious man before him is actually the hidden controller behind BEC.

With that in mind, it seems Cheng Daqi is not the one being exploited, but has actually just made a considerable amount of Dollars.

On the other hand, Sun Zhounye realizes that his colleague Lao Jia, seems to have met his doom…

It has to be said, this kind of intelligence is actually rather sad.

Especially given Sun Zhounye’s current predicament…

Animals in a zoo can’t comprehend their incarceration because they’ve never experienced true freedom.

Yes, at this moment, Sun Zhounye finds himself in a dangerously unprecedented situation.

The Freemasons want to make him toil; he can’t refuse.

It seems like Cheng Daqi is asking a question, or perhaps suggesting, inviting, but as Sun Zhounye, who legitimately passed China’s college entrance exam to Yan University, understands…

To accept is to gamble, to refuse is also to gamble.

From the moment he gives up resisting, his fate is no longer in his own hands.

Like Li Haiping, Chen Zihao, Lao Jia, and Eris, their fates are not particularly special amidst the torrent of time; thus, they live unheard and die in silence.

But Sun Zhounye is not a nobody; the pain in his heart over being forced into this gamble on fate even surpasses the upper limits of his actual suffering.

He ponders, he stays silent, he fears.

It’s all a gamble, but not the same, the consequences of losing are not the same.

Yes, not the same!

If he accepts, there’s a chance to flee if problems arise.

If he refuses, might the excess of knowledge he possesses become some form of payment?

So…

Seeing Sun Zhounye’s struggling expression and his silence, President Cheng raises the stakes!

“Alright, either work for me or be trapped in Po County for life—Sun, you’d better consider this carefully.”

To use a slightly abstract analogy, Master Cheng is now at the pinnacle of Nascent Soul, just half a step from Ascension, like a sect leader.

To control Sun Zhounye, who is at most at the Golden Core Stage, is all too simple.

If Sun Zhounye is tough enough to withstand some pressure, President Cheng can even do Achilles a favor in passing.

This is to seize the clouds with a word, bring down the rain with a move; a smooth situation means domination, a rough one still means domination—and from the perspective of gains, in unfavorable circumstances, Cheng Daqi can even kill two birds with one stone.

People like Sun Zhounye, who lack a solid foundation, whose business is somewhat unlawful, are like famished piranhas in the water, always needing to keep moving, away from warming waters or turbulent undercurrents.

Cheng Daqi isn’t so cruel as to be without limits; at most, he’d confine this fish to Po County forever.

But…

Sun Zhounye came for a meeting; if trapped in Po County, considering the unique nature of his business and wealth, his life would practically be over.

Thus, President Cheng’s threat seems small but is infinitely great, employing leverage to the utmost.

All the hard work moving forward, isn’t it all for more power, to simplify matters, to be freer?

What’s President Cheng’s status now?

If he, personally taking action, still holds back and hesitates, he might as well just run headlong into a tree and end it!

“What do you want me to do?”

Starting with the attempt to contact the ‘Freemasons,’ Sun Zhounye had already made a certain decision, and when he came to meet Cheng Daqi tonight, butt hurting, he even held some kind of expectation.

Although the direction of events now greatly exceeds his expectations, Sun Zhounye knows what is the best choice.

“If I remember correctly, your company’s headquarters are in San Francisco, right?”

Sun Zhounye’s company is in California, and this is no coincidence.

President Cheng chose him for a reason.

“Yes, there are branches in Bangkok, Tokyo, and Po County, but the headquarters is indeed in San Francisco.”

The onion-headed man thinks, if the secret goal of this Freemason is to seize his industry, then it indicates he is not part of the Freemasons, and in the future, he could find an opportunity to run.

Therefore, Sun Zhounye straightforwardly opts for honesty.

It’s a kind of special probe, perhaps.

But who is Cheng Daqi, after all?

Sun Zhounye’s little fortune might not even compare to Lao Jia’s; what interest would devouring him serve?

“Hm, California, you’ve chosen a good place, but first I need you to relocate your company to San Rodolfo.”

President Cheng’s words enlighten Sun Zhounye.

It all connects!

Niusen shilling for BEC (ostensibly hyping LCE at the platform, but being there in person is an attitude in itself), and Niusen happens to be the California Rancher; this mysterious person claims BEC as his own.

Stringing together this information, Sun Zhounye suddenly takes a sharp inhale of cold air.

“Why move to San Rodolfo?” he asks subconsciously.

Cheng Daqi sets down his cigar, smiling as he explains.

“Because San Francisco belongs to the California Clique, and San Rodolfo is mine!”

Sun Zhounye will likely never forget this day; he first lays eyes on the true embodiment of power in the era of human capital.

What he sees is not Cheng Daqi, but the Nameless King of the California Elephant Party, Niusen’s beloved yet resentful intimate partner, Achilles-endorsed new leader of the Elephant Party, the true ruler of LAPD, and the President of the burgeoning Xinshi Group.