My American magical life
Chapter 958 - 958 82 Engulfing 5 - Niusen as if plunged into an ice cave!_2

958: Chapter 82: Engulfing 5 – Niusen, as if plunged into an ice cave!_2 958: Chapter 82: Engulfing 5 – Niusen, as if plunged into an ice cave!_2 “What about the cost?

There are always many ways to resolve problems.

The advisors can give us suggestions, but we need to consider the price behind our choices.”

“Fighting with these people—if we win, there’s no profit; if we lose, we’re doomed to heavy losses.

Sigh, this kind of predicament shouldn’t have happened!”

As she spoke, Nanxi subtly shifted the blame onto Niusen.

The Honorable Governor wore a hangdog expression, forcing a smile but not daring to say much.

What could he do?

Aunt had personally stepped in to back him up, just to ensure he wouldn’t be as passive as before.

Don’t be fooled by Aunt’s sharp tongue, she was genuinely backing him up!

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In the spacious reception room, Nanxi’s expression was quite grim.

She was here for two matters today.

One was to bolster Niusen, intimidating Cheng Daqi and others into restraining their tactics.

The other was regarding Dollars.

She had high hopes for Mr.

Cheng’s private prison project.

In America’s current law enforcement environment, as long as private prisons cost less than federal prisons, many things would fall into place.

But now, Cheng Daqi and Temir had thwarted her expectations, dropping a nuclear bomb right at the start.

“Are you saying Gasetti might use the Great Commander’s investigation of BEC as an excuse to target certain issues on Niusen?” Madam Speaker asked sternly.

Nanxi couldn’t help but feel something was off; she’d had a similar feeling before—last time, the California debacle began with the investigation into the Red Street kidnapping!

Cheng Daqi’s overt scheme, fittingly positioned, was now unfolding before the aunt and nephew!

For this scheme, Cheng Daqi had taken significant risks.

He didn’t have control of the media, nor any major websites, making it impossible for him to steer public opinion.

Moreover, the few cards in his hand were riddled with critical shortcomings, making it difficult to play them well.

Gru and his gang were double-edged swords—used excessively, they’d be weighed and obliterated down to ashes.

Eris was already starting to whitewash his image.

Tied up with Wolf and Cheng Daqi’s Californian plans, he had increasingly become a difficult piece to maneuver.

Lao Li’s scope was too limited—he didn’t even qualify to enter the game Cheng Daqi was navigating.

Wolf and Crusoe, the type of allies who could back Cheng Daqi in favorable conditions, would inevitably watch from the sidelines if he faced adversity—the two old foxes would never risk it.

Mi’er’s family was influential, but Cheng Daqi didn’t want to put the young lady in a tough spot.

New Era had been consolidated into a non-profit organization, but the corresponding arrangements had only just begun, meaning its influence was still insufficient.

In such circumstances, Cheng Daqi had to resort to tactics.

Now was the moment when his tactics would be fully laid bare.

“Indeed, my initial thought was to have Gru’s men, posing as LAPD, gain control over BEC’s front-facing operators, thereby minimizing the impact of the matter.”

“However, the current LAPD chief, Lake, is Gasetti’s man.

Honorable Governor, he sent his police secretary with a team to snatch Lao Jia away.”

In a sense, Lao Jia was lucky.

Despite being a man in his fifties, he was treated like some kind of saint, fought over by all sides.

Absolute madness.

Temir stood to the side, pretending to strategize for the two California Clique bigwigs.

“Of course, this might all just be a misunderstanding—you could call Gasetti to clear things up and have him release the man.”

Cheng Daqi explained it to Gru as a step-by-step effort to lure the snake out of its hole, targeting Lake under Gasetti’s command.

To Niusen and Nanxi, he explained it as Gasetti harboring malicious intent, aiming to stab the Honorable Governor in the back—in a certain sense, Lisa had guessed part of it right.

If the Democratic Party was monolithic and Gasetti had strong ties with the California Clique, then Nanxi and Niusen could entirely follow Mi’er’s suggestion to snuff out the risks.

Here, risk mitigation referred to BEC landing smoothly and the temporary cessation of conflicts between underground forces and Lake.

This was Cheng Daqi’s worst-case scenario.

Provided it concluded this way, he could still capitalize on BEC’s momentum, complete New Era’s non-profit operations, and stabilize his influence in San Rodolfo for the time being.

But delivering on Gru’s promise of “solving everything at once” wouldn’t be achievable; Cheng Daqi would need to appease Gru on other fronts.

However, compared to Cheng Daqi’s gains, the cost of placating Gru was negligible.

Yet after hearing Mi’er’s words, Niusen and Nanxi both fell silent, calculating in their minds how to handle the new information Cheng Daqi had laid out.

“I’ll reach out to Gasetti now and try to clear up this misunderstanding!”

The Honorable Governor swiftly made a decision.

He was tired of the repeated twists and turns, tired of the passive position he had been trapped in.

At most, he’d owe a favor and compensate Gasetti in the future.

Niusen could afford it!

Cheng Daqi nodded silently, saying nothing.

Nanxi, however, spoke up.

Though the Madam Speaker was well into her seventies, her eyes remained as sharp as ever.

This Speaker of the largest empire looked at Cheng Daqi, speaking in a tone that brooked no refusal.

“Chan, if Gasetti releases the man, can the BEC issue conclude smoothly?

I’m not fond of conspiracies—I prefer doing good deeds together with everyone, striving to make America better.”

Cheng Daqi didn’t respond, but Temir chuckled on the side.

She understood Nanxi’s intentions.

Let’s not fight; let’s make money together, alright?

The Madam Speaker’s gaze was extraordinarily piercing.

If this were a meeting on Capitol Hill, any congressman under her scrutiny would be compelled to rethink their actions and demands.

But now, this was San Rodolfo—this was Cheng Daqi’s stronghold!

Cheng Daqi felt no pressure at all.

Smiling innocently, he replied, ”