My American magical life
Chapter 932 - 932 73 Freewheeling 1_2

932: Chapter 73: Freewheeling 1_2 932: Chapter 73: Freewheeling 1_2 Perhaps the institutional advantages of Hua Country are too prominent.

A system that was in place 2,000 years ago still works so well in America, squeezing the life out of Hua Country people.

“You guys say, we’ve been working on this for almost a month now, everything that can be repaired, should be repaired is almost done.

After this place is finished, can we finally get our identities sorted out?”

“My English is not bad.

Today, when those two Indian engineers came over, I heard them saying that someone is coming to inspect tomorrow!”

“Inspect?” Wang Weiheng’s eyes lit up, he could bend or stand, but after enduring for so long, he was nearly going insane.

If he were in his right mind, he couldn’t possibly do something like flying off the handle and smashing a wine bottle at someone at the slightest disagreement.

“Yes, think about it.

This shoddy school is in terrible shape, and that Mr.

Li has us working day and night to fix it, there has to be a reason.

Which means there’s bound to be an end to this, I reckon it’s about time!”

“Right, he can’t possibly keep all of us under his control forever, let alone kill us.

Crime rates are high in America, but mass murder like this, it’s practically a crime against humanity.”

Among the people here are not all heroes, but still a full house from all walks of life.

They analyzed back and forth and actually guessed it all right.

—————–

Domo put down his dinner fork, picked up a napkin to wipe his mouth, and hesitated to speak with his father.

“Should we wait for the BEC matter to come to a head before we continue talking about that land deal with Chan?”

His rationale was sound.

New Era’s non-profit application had not been approved, and BEC had been targeted by the Great Commander for scrutiny.

Whether the Great Commander wins or Cheng Daqi wins, their family being the biggest MAGA donor in California, would still sit back and await their catch.

If the Great Commander wins, then they can act as mediators, Cheng Daqi would have to thank them.

If Cheng Daqi wins, they can also reap the benefits without any losses.

Why does someone always engage in waiting for a higher bid?

Because those who have value have the right to be choosy!

“Foolish!”

Old Crusoe didn’t even lift his head, kept looking at the information on the tablet, and started lecturing his son.

“Do you know Mike Pompeo?”

After thinking for a moment, Domo replied.

“The Secretary of State?”

“Yes, Benny is now Vice President at New Era, which is the new group that Chan and Temir partnered up to create.

And right after Benny joined, he flew to Washington D.C.

to help them settle things with Mike Pompeo.

The Great Commander called out BEC coin for scrutiny, and it seems grand, but they’ll find nothing!

New Era, the Dracula Family, us, right, and that bastard Gru, we’ve already become the largest political force of the Republican Party on the West Coast.”

At this point, old Crusoe put down the tablet, sighed, and said.

“Chan won’t lose, the Great Commander won’t lose, in the end, it will surely settle smoothly!”

Domo muttered.

“Aren’t the Koch Industries the biggest?”

The chubby son’s words are very pointed.

Those who don’t understand the American political landscape might not grasp what this father and son are actually discussing.

Koch Industries is the world’s largest privately-owned industrial group, headquartered in Kansas State, America, and Mike Pompeo was once a Senator for Kansas.

But Koch’s influence is not limited to Kansas; they make investments directly in promising politicians nationwide, no matter the party.

When Cheng Daqi first reached out to Mike Pompeo, Mi’er had similar concerns, but Cheng reassured her there was nothing to worry about.

A politician’s patron is never just one.

As a profession of following whoever feeds them, Mike Pompeo looking after two patrons is no big deal, he might even be happy about it.

“Yes, but Koch is Koch and we are us.

Domo, what do you guess is so appealing about Chan and Wolf that I’m willing to bet on them?”

After thinking for a while, the chubby son gave an utterly nonsensical answer.

“Age?”

Old Crusoe said with relief.

“God~ my child, thank God you’re not stupid!

Age is the key!

America’s gerontocracy has been ongoing for many years, a new generation of political leaders pops up time and again, only to be pushed aside.

The center of the table has always been those same old folks; Nanxi was Councilwoman a decade ago, and after going round and round, she’s back in that chair again—this isn’t normal!

Temir, Wolf, and even Achilles behind the scenes, are the real youthful leaders, I am aligning with them so that you can walk an easier path in the future!”

Normal political succession should be the old stepping down for the new to take over, but this natural order has been broken by the unbalanced intergenerational relationships in America.

Baby Boomers who are tycoons trust their old buddies, and those elderly men at the centers of power actually do quite well – from the perspective of serving their financial backers.

When the elderly cling to their positions, the consequence is that America’s finest young people are discouraged from entering politics.

Instead, they prefer to become doctors, lawyers, or financial cogs.

Isn’t it wonderful to kiss up to capitalists?

Isn’t that what politicians do too?

To be a politician, you have to serve your superiors; if you do make a name for yourself, you still end up as someone who kisses up to capitalists.

Better to skip it altogether and avoid politics entirely.

“I’ll go to my old school as planned today.

To be honest, I still think that turning a school into a prison is an insane idea.”

Old Crusoe said confidently.

“Not insane, it’s not if I say it’s not.

With authoritative assessment, the council will pass it too.

Once the future council handles it, this affair can be arranged!”

That’s how it is in America; no need to fear investigations by the Great Commander, no need to worry about compliance.

The rules are made by the council, approvals are passed by the council, and the council is democratic.

Legal, rational, compliant.

Are you not blessed, Steamed Bun?

—————–

Old Li still remembers his days as a casual laborer on construction sites when he was young.

He also fought his way up from the bottom, but unlike Cheng Daqi, he never had any outrageous ambition, his lifetime of caution exchanged for a stable life.

Before he met Cheng Daqi, Li Haiping had never imagined he would become a Godfather.

But the feeling of being a Godfather is too great.

Lao Jia, once a tycoon worth hundreds of billions, a presence that Li Haiping could not even touch in the past, can now only bark under his command.

It’s just, those bodyguards are such a letdown!

Remembering Eris’s words, Li Haiping shuddered and shook his head, stepping out of the car to continue waiting at the old school’s entrance.

Today Domo will take the employees of the Crusoe Family to have their initial on-site inspection of the old school’s potential for transformation, to come up with a plan.

Old Crusoe is a well-known real estate developer in California, playing a key role in the private prison project and providing much support.

“Li?

Ha, long time no see, my friend.”

The portly young gentleman still puts on his feigned foolishness, making small talk with Li Haiping and then, accompanied by Old Li, leading his team into the old school.

Wang Weiheng and the others were locked in the basement since key figures were visiting today, and Old Li is no fool.

Normally, Domo wouldn’t see them, but when Li Haiping mentioned his ‘dust team’ of subordinates to Domo, it piqued Domo’s interest.

“You’re saying you have many Chinese immigrant workers under you?”

Domo’s family is in real estate; he knows how obedient Chinese workers can be.

In terms of hard work, Chinese are not as hardy as Mexicans, but when it comes to not causing trouble, Chinese are America’s ceiling.

The Mexicans are tough because Mexico is too poor.

They are similar to the people of Hua Country in the eighties and nineties.

But precisely because of poverty and certain national industries, Mexicans are prone to gang formation, and in the end, are not as handy as Chinese workers.

“Yes, shall we go take a look?”

Old Li is clear, Domo is one of his own, so he dares to tell him the truth—of course, Li Haiping wouldn’t tell everything, he still has many reservations, and that is necessary.

“Where are they?

Is it far?”

“In the basement!”

“The basement?

Isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”

“Well, they have no legal status, they can work twelve hours a day, and all the benefits they need beyond their wages are a can of beer once a week…”

“Li, you’re an extraordinary talent!”