My American magical life
Chapter 957 - 957 82 Devouring 5 - Niusen as if falling into an ice cave!

957: Chapter 82: Devouring 5 – Niusen, as if falling into an ice cave!

957: Chapter 82: Devouring 5 – Niusen, as if falling into an ice cave!

“I didn’t expect you to come personally.

Honestly, if there’s anything, you can just have Will reach out to us.”

“After all, you’re the Speaker, Nanxi.

The responsibility of America rests on your shoulders.”

Temir shook hands perfunctorily with Niusen’s aunt and exchanged polite pleasantries.

Nanxi proactively extended her hand, grabbing her forearm, and said warmly:

“I remember we’ve met before, Mi’er.

Back then, you were just a young girl trailing behind Antony.

Haha, it’s been years, and now you’ve become…

truly stunning.”

Upon hearing this, Mi’er smiled faintly.

Stunning, indeed.

She’d had medical intermediaries filter through over a dozen cosmetic surgeons for this face.

“Right?

It cost millions to achieve this.”

Nanxi was an older woman from an era before cosmetic surgery had advanced so far.

She looked Mi’er up and down with a hint of envy, then turned her gaze toward Cheng.

“You must be Chan.

Will and Niusen both said you’re an exceptional young man, and now I finally meet you.”

The mouths of American politicians work like this—when they meet their voters, their guests, they must begin with praise.

Rather than viewing this as a mere routine, it’s better to see it as an inherent reflex of political creatures.

No matter how big the underlying conflicts, decorum on the surface is best maintained—for after all, none of them are really, strictly irreplaceable.

Of course, this is only surface-level.

They’re capable of saying one moment that someone’s a bug, a traitor, a criminal, and the next moment saying, ‘We just had some minor disagreements.

Now they’re resolved, and actually, he’s a good man/father/husband.’

“Madam Speaker, welcome.

It’s about time we had a good conversation.”

Cheng Daqi skipped the pleasantries and directly steered the discussion toward the specific interests of the aunt and nephew.

The Governor’s amiable smile instantly stiffened.

A flicker of surprise crossed his brow, but he quickly recovered with a counterfeit smile.

The California Clique is a political faction in America built on the West Coast and the Democratic Party’s stronghold in California, with significant influence on Capitol Hill.

If one were to identify a leader or core figure of this faction, it would undoubtedly be Madam Speaker.

With over a decade of experience as Speaker of the House, and her two-time election to the position, her foundation and power far surpass the vacant Deputy Commander.

This is why Cheng made the aunt the centerpiece of tonight’s discussions, relegating Niusen to a relatively secondary position.

However, the Governor wouldn’t mind such matters—after all, Cheng had pushed him around enough for him to build resilience.

“Good, I enjoy talking with young people!”

Nanxi showed no emotional fluctuations; her reaction speed was nothing like that of a seventy-year-old woman.

Power is, indeed, the ultimate elixir.

Cheng Daqi and Mi’er led the way, while the aunt and nephew followed behind, engaged in negotiation.

“Chan, your strategy isn’t great.

Showing strong attitudes upfront will provoke their resistance instinct.”

“No, you misunderstood.

I’m just a bit excited.

Nanxi is the Speaker of America, one of the most powerful people on this planet.”

“Mi’er, as someone born into an aristocratic family, you might find it hard to understand my feelings at this moment.”

Indeed, Cheng had merely been overly excited earlier.

Having navigated the hierarchy of power in America, he now had the qualification to stand center stage.

A person’s accomplishments in life can sometimes be defined by the concrete actions they take, or the abstract goals they achieve.

For Cheng Daqi, the fact that Nanxi came to meet him personally to plead on behalf of her nephew—that event gave him a sense of achievement far surpassing everything he had done before.

This wasn’t because Cheng craved power, but because this occurrence validated all of his efforts; his trials, his patience, his sacrifices—they weren’t in vain.

He had given up the morality of being human, his reverence for law and institutions, the secular concept of ethics, his emotions, and his vulnerabilities—Cheng had abandoned far too much, though he couldn’t imagine where this road would lead him.

Cheng once told Xiao Zhao that his heart was as hard as a diamond, a façade he displayed to ordinary people consistently.

He would express surprise, worry, hesitation, but never a cowardly desire to run away.

Yet, this didn’t mean he wasn’t terrified of taking the wrong path—he was deeply afraid.

A person’s first step toward changing their fate is often overcoming their desires; a strong individual is one who transcends their own limitations.

Cheng Daqi could overcome fear, cowardice, and desire, but he couldn’t dissolve the tug-of-war rooted in his inner self, his soul, and his body.

The symphony of fate can only be composed by each individual themselves; Cheng Daqi, like Luo Ji facing the wall, silently digested the unspeakable pressure alone.

Now, destiny’s veil had lifted, revealing its enigmatic contours.

Cheng had chosen the fastest track to his goal, and now, he glimpsed the outline of his destination.

At this moment, he was truly happy.

Behind them, the aunt and nephew walking side by side were whispering as well.

“This man is rather arrogant.

Does he really think I’m here to plea with him?”

Nanxi grumbled about her trouble-prone nephew.

“Of course not.

We don’t need to compromise with anyone.

If he doesn’t know how to respect his friends, we can certainly teach him a lesson!”

The facts are one thing; words are another.

Niusen knew how to cater to his aunt’s need for emotional validation.

Anyway, Nanxi, being a mature old hand, wouldn’t mix emotions into interests.

Niusen understood that regardless of what he said, it wouldn’t affect his aunt’s judgment in decisions involving her interests.