My American magical life
Chapter 859 - 859 50 The Wind Rises at Nanhua 2_2

859: Chapter 50: The Wind Rises at Nanhua 2_2 859: Chapter 50: The Wind Rises at Nanhua 2_2 Helping others succeed in their affairs entails a substantial profit, while the amount of lubrication cost saved in the process depends on the lobbying agency’s caliber.

As for the latter issue…

Benny’s employment status is no secret in the circle, he serves for Shamite Capital, which is considered a decent job as well.

So, his old flame was very curious about who Benny’s new employer was.

“Mr.

Joel Dracula, I work at his research institute, honorary director, chief researcher.”

“Isn’t that unfortunate fellow paralyzed….”

Old Joe’s tragic story wasn’t broadcasted in the news, but those who should know already did.

As he stroked his old flame’s smooth long hair, Benny sighed.

“So, you could say I am working for Wolf, California Elephant Party’s Wolf Dracula, do you know him?”

“The old vampire dies and the little vampire inherits, you’re still working for the Shamite wanderers, Benn, don’t you feel any guilt at all?”

Benny paused for a moment, the woman in his arms struggled free and got up to pick up a glass of water.

In the room, the orange atmospheric lamp shone on the girl, as Benny looked at her well-developed, muscular curves, his memory quickly took him back to over a decade ago.

Time flies, but some people remain unchanged; it’s cool, but for people like Benny, it’s also somewhat cruel.

“I’ve got to make a living, I now have five children to feed.”

His old flame turned around, leaning on the table, gazing at her old classmate, and after a long silence, she said.

“Alright, enough of that, I’ll try to arrange a meeting with Mike Pompeo for you, after all, he’s also from California, and as for Wolf…

Ha, is he thinking of running directly for Senator?”

A Shamite wanderer and super-rich tycoon, climbing up the political ladder with the extreme slogan ‘abortion is unpatriotic’ and securing the post of vice-chair on the California Elephant Party Committee in just a few months, is a phenomenon too eye-catching for those with an agenda.

Wolf Dracula is only in his early thirties!

And Benny’s old flame happens to be a lobbying elite, her job is exactly this.

Benny thought about how old Crusoe had persuaded him to change jobs, he hesitated for a good ten seconds before saying very cautiously.

“Wolf is not fighting alone; what he wants is not just a seat on Capitol Hill, honey, you might consider that they want to make the California Elephant Party great again, for instance, they have already started positioning from the seats of San Rodolfo City Councilor, San Francisco City Councilor.”

It’s well known that America does not have a true deep state, as no consensus surpassing interests could emerge from the vastly diversified capital interest clusters.

So, who can become the real leader of America?

We can find the answer from the common attributes of Achilles and Cheng Daqi.

Immensely strong economic power, pivotal influence in some areas, and the boldness to flip the table, but more importantly — the audacity to partake in the most intense and brutal game of influence.

“Damn, you’ve got yourself a good job; I should charge you a finder’s fee!”

His old flame obviously understood Benny’s meaning, she felt somewhat envious of Benny’s opportunity.

In the most developed area of America, a new political force was beginning to try to rise.

Whether or not this attempt to change the landscape would be successful, it wouldn’t affect Benny’s potential to make a lot of money from this job.

“No big deal, I’ve got plenty of campaign funds; here’s fifty thousand Dollars for a start, and another two hundred thousand upon success.”

“Fak, I feel like I’ve become a gigolo!”

“Fifty thousand per gig, considering your age, you’re top-class~”

“Hahaha, Benn, you’re still such a jerk!”

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Wolf Dracula was not quite accustomed to the cold and humid climate of the Magic Capital.

He lived in San Rodolfo for a long time and was used to the dry climate; given his athletic physique, he could even go out in single clothes during winter.

But here in the Magic Capital, even with a temperature of twenty degrees, he still felt terribly cold.

“Chan, I didn’t expect you to pull me to Hua Country; I didn’t even have a visa, and this trip was urgently arranged through the Ministry of Foreign Affairs.”

Outside Hongqiao Airport, Cheng Daqi and Wolf shared a hug of long-lost reunion.

“It’s time to take a look; if you wish to be a politician in America, you can’t avoid dealing with Hua Country.”

The implication was interesting, and Mr.

Wolf laughed, replying.

“The private plane you asked me to contact for you is sorted, but it might still take three months — but that’s already very, very fast, you should know, I snatched one for you.”

There are differences even among the super-rich, and the face of the old Shamite wanderer clearly outweighs 99% of the super-rich in the world; Wolf really did snatch a jet for Cheng Daqi.

Wolf has always felt a sense of powerlessness when dealing with partners like Cheng Daqi and Temir.

Because these people don’t even plan to take any money, Cheng Daqi even once groveled embarrassingly to give Wolf some money—a gesture which was actually a bit eerie.

Therefore, as soon as Mr.

Cheng mentioned a favor he needed, Wolf personally took care of it for him.

“How much?” Cheng Daqi asked while he personally helped Wolf into the car.

Cheng Daqi’s gift was meant to show sincerity; he wasn’t a fool, so he later sensed something was off.

Actually, if you think about it, Mr.

Cheng has not treated him poorly.

Helping him eliminate his own father was one thing; helping him get into the core circle of the Elephant Party Establishment was another; helping him consolidate the California Elephant Party was yet another.

Well, it was Gru who used to have a love-hate relationship with Cheng Daqi, but now that Mr.

Cheng has gone further and higher, it’s Wolf who is in that love-hate relationship with him.

In the blink of an eye, Wolf made a decision that went against his capitalist identity.

“It’s on me!”

Of course, Cheng Daqi wouldn’t accept such a gift.

He’s not short on money, only that his cash flow is temporarily tight, and even that is under the circumstances of his meteoric rise.

“Don’t joke with me, although I can’t afford to pay in full, I can still make installment payments.”

Wolf knew how to win people’s hearts, or else he wouldn’t have been able to stabilize the Dracula Family that suddenly lost its patriarch.

“Chan, I need you to help me with something, it’s not for free.”

Mr.

Cheng asked with curiosity.

“What is it?”

Wolf spoke hesitantly.

“I plan to marry into the Sandi family.

Didn’t you mention she will also be coming?”

Good lord.

Cheng Daqi was stunned.

“Uh, Wolf, if I remember correctly, you are…

why suddenly think of getting married?”

Damn, the bachelor wants to settle down!

This kind of match-making, Mr.

Cheng can’t do it.

It goes against his conscience!

But if Wolf were to gift a jet, then maybe this request wouldn’t be too excessive.

A few hundred million for you, and you help me with settling down—that’s fair.

“The Dracula Family needs an heir, you know, I have even more bodyguards now than you do…”

Even super-rich people have troubles.

What Wolf really meant was that he himself needed an heir; otherwise, once he’s gone, those relatives he hasn’t dealt with would be feasting on his remains.

He is still human after all.

He couldn’t possibly kill everyone in his family.

There are far more alive than he had gotten rid of.

These people don’t understand how Wolf got to his position, how he stood firm; they only know that Wolf is lucky and ruthless.

And Wolf can’t tell them that he can even outmaneuver Cheng Daqi…

This is his dilemma, he needs some heirs to fend off those covetous onlookers.

And the mother of this heir can’t be too weak either.

The cultural origins of America come from the West, where during the classical and medieval periods of Europe, bloodlines were highly valued.

Even the current Great Commander values bloodlines…

Therefore, Wolf needs a stronger marital alliance.

“But about your romantic pursuits…

Wolf, forgive me, I mean no offense, but you are quite well-known, and part of the reason why you are popular in the California Elephant Party is your unique sexual orientation.”

Political correctness isn’t just the domain of the Democratic Party; even the Republican Party has to respect it when there’s a trend.

That’s why Achilles used to suspect Wolf wanted to be Great Commander—this guy’s identity is complex, and his talent is extraordinary!

A Shamite nomad, gay, abortion conservative, super-rich—stack these up, and you’ve got an incredibly perfect candidate.

“Sandi won’t just become your stepping-stone.

If you couple with her, those gays will think you’re bisexual, and that’s low-tier in that community, my friend.”

Wolf sighed and spread his hands.

“But I still need an heir, a blood heir, not artificial insemination or surrogacy.

I also have to find a strong mother for him, Chan, I need your help!”