My American magical life
Chapter 953 - 953 80 Gobbling 3 - Aunt's Appetite Is Somewhat Big_2

953: Chapter 80: Gobbling 3 – Aunt’s Appetite Is Somewhat Big_2 953: Chapter 80: Gobbling 3 – Aunt’s Appetite Is Somewhat Big_2 Is Niusen brain-damaged?

Of course not!

Because this idiot is really one of Niusen’s own people!

Geweil doesn’t treat Nanxi like an aunt, so his perspective is different from Niusen’s.

Niusen sees Nanxi constantly suppressing and criticizing him.

Will sees Nanxi mentioning interests—in fact, she previously asked Niusen how much money he secretly pocketed!

In Will’s view, our aunt is pissed off for no complicated reason.

Things like “You’re too childish,” and “You’re carelessly messing things up,” are just bargaining tactics before settling on a price.

Our aunt’s symptoms boil down to her wanting to negotiate Dollars!

Negotiating Dollars is great; as long as the money is sorted out clearly, Nanxi, that old witch, will always get things done.

If there were a political approval rating for politicians in America, Nanxi would definitely be on the list—she’s bold enough to take money and daring enough to deliver results.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been sitting in The House for so many years.

One year she suddenly made an unplanned visit, and the bigwigs across America’s political arena were all watching to see her fail.

But she still went.

Why?

Why the obstinacy?

Why were the others laughing at her?—Because the root of it all was that this old witch took money from the island!

Political grand strategy?

America’s big picture?

Major power relations?

All nonsense.

Our aunt only loves Dollars!

“Aunt, we did indeed participate in the BEC project, but this project is somewhat unique.

Cryptocurrency, as you’re aware, is untraceable in its trading.

The collapse of BEC was caused by interference, something we didn’t foresee.

The situation today may just reflect our lack of experience in the financial sector.

You’ve been immersed in this area for many years, uh… I mean…”

Nanxi felt slightly nauseous and looked toward Niusen.

“How have you endured someone this dumb until now?”

The Governor also understood.

Geweil’s meaning—he grasped it all.

Niusen chuckled and teased.

“Aunt, Temir introduced me to another good project, much more reliable than BEC or similar cryptocurrencies.”

Nanxi’s expression shifted, for a moment displaying a gentle smile, which she retracted immediately.

Finally, the old witch awkwardly said.

“She inherited so much family wealth, yet now you’re helping New Era turn it into a nonprofit company in California.

Niusen, what exactly is your relationship with them?”

Geweil’s expression became colorful.

You call me dumb, but aren’t you still going along with my invitation to start negotiations?

The irony!

Faced with Nanxi’s question, the Governor sighed melancholically, lit a cigarette, and said.

“Aunt, this is a long story, but the outcome is simple—I don’t have a good relationship with them.

But for our California Clique, there is indeed room for cooperation with them in terms of interests.

As for cryptocurrency, let’s not dwell on it.

Recently, Temir’s man introduced me to a very interesting new project.

If done correctly, it could earn us a huge profit.”

Nanxi snorted coldly and retorted.

“This isn’t a justification for using Republican Party leverage to undermine the Democratic Party forces in San Rodolfo.

Niusen, you’re just a Governor, not California’s Emperor.

Jump too high, and the fall will be brutal.”

If Niusen believed even a fraction of this, he wouldn’t have made it to where he is today.

He knows full well that he’s just a Governor and wouldn’t chase excessive power.

The grueling efforts he puts in are all for a bit of Dollars.

As for infighting within the Democratic Party, it’s been a longstanding tradition—never-ending.

And collaborating with opponents isn’t excessive either—only a matter of differences in tactics.

“The San Rodolfo Prison privatization project offers me a fifty-million Dollar share.

I can split half with you.

Once the project goes public, we’ll earn at least triple!”

Nanxi, Congress’ stock guru, is naturally miles beyond America’s average arithmetic level, at least the equivalent of Hua Country’s sixth-grade elementary school mastery!

Three times twenty-five million is seventy-five million, and “at least triple” suggests the potential to break a hundred million!

With just a simple calculation, Nanxi’s gaze immediately became sharp!

“You mentioned Temir’s man—who is it?

That Hua Country scammer Jia?

Also, San Rodolfo Prison is America’s second-largest prison.

Its privatization involves tens of thousands of inmates, and the process will be complex.

What’s their plan?”

Nanxi’s questioning elicited laughter from Niusen—first at the absurdity of her thoughts, then admiration for her seemingly boundless ambition.

Lao Jia is nothing but a tool; Niusen understands this well.

The man he refers to under Temir’s banner is Chan.

And the “second-largest prison in America,” San Rodolfo Prison, makes Niusen feel a sense of respect.

Look, this is the audacity of a major politician.

While Niusen and his allies only planned to skim off the edges, Nanxi had her sights set on the prime cut.

Thinking this, the Governor’s gaze sharpened.

Why not privatize America’s second-largest prison?

“Aunt, hahaha, let’s eat first.

Tomorrow, we’ll head over to San Rodolfo together and meet the real key players!”

Will, standing nearby, asked.

“San Rodolfo isn’t America’s largest prison?”

Nanxi smiled, slightly disappointed, and answered.

“Of course not.

The largest prison is in New York.

Back when I was a legislator in California decades ago, I tried to privatize San Rodolfo Prison, but couldn’t make it happen.”

The Governor picked up the thread of conversation, reminding her.

“Aunt, you said it yourself—that was over a decade ago.

Actually, America’s largest prison now is San Rodolfo Prison.”

“Fine, California, California.

We Democrats have been running California for years, and they’ve always said we haven’t achieved anything.

Look, at least we’ve built America’s largest prison.”