My American magical life
Chapter 961 - 961 83 Swallowing 6 - Old Thing What Are You Pretending to Be_2

961: Chapter 83: Swallowing 6 – Old Thing, What Are You Pretending to Be?_2 961: Chapter 83: Swallowing 6 – Old Thing, What Are You Pretending to Be?_2 As for the matter of helping Cheng Daqi mess up Gasetti’s plan, Niusen himself doesn’t have the authority to make the decision, so he wasn’t nervous anymore.

Right now, he really can only rely on his aunt.

“Gasetti?”

Nanxi was surprised by Cheng Daqi’s flexibility in his position, but she quickly reaffirmed her stance.

“He cannot become Governor, that’s my word.”

Beside them, Temir silently exhaled; Madam Speaker still had a certain level of skill.

Her statement highlighted the current state of the power struggle between the two sides.

On BEC, Cheng Daqi could ruin Niusen’s plans.

Within California, the California Clique could interfere with Cheng Daqi’s affairs.

Given the multi-faction structure of America’s two-party system, this mutual threat dynamic only becomes more intricate.

It’s like a standoff between a strong man holding a gun and a child holding a slingshot—the man aims at the child’s head, while the child aims at the man’s crotch.

The man could endure the pain to shoot the child dead, but it would come at a personal cost, along with facing the child’s parents’ retaliation and risking a gang war involving two major groups.

Moreover, since the humiliation of being aimed at the crotch is too shameful, the man can’t even tell others about this embarrassment.

“Chan, Madam Speaker says Gasetti cannot become Governor, which means she still wants Niusen to continue as Governor.

Madam Speaker, is my understanding correct?”

After a bout of verbal sparring with no concrete outcome, Mi’er kept trying to mediate, encouraging both sides to raise their bids.

Is that what I meant?

Nanxi mocked inwardly, but ultimately accepted the olive branch Mi’er passed along.

“My view is that there’s no need to create trouble.

Chan, you’re still young…

young people tend to be combative.

You believe you can change the world, and I do agree you have the capability to change the world, but that doesn’t mean you have to oppose us.

When we face difficulties, your first thought is to use our predicament to blackmail us.

Honestly, that’s not the kind of attitude between friends.”

The old fox played the emotional card, the moral card, and sounded quite convincing.

Although it seemed like the previous discussion between the two sides hadn’t reached any consensus, there actually was.

If one abstractly summarizes Madam Speaker’s numerous statements just now, it would reveal her stance as one of opposition.

And now, after Cheng Daqi’s clean and direct responses, Nanxi started playing the ’emotional card.’

This ‘reminder’ could spell trouble for anyone with an unclear mind.

“Hahaha, why wouldn’t it be the kind of attitude between friends?

BEC’s highest valuation reached billions, and Governor Niusen made a lot of money from it.

I’m willing to share a piece of the private prison project with you as well; working together to earn money―isn’t that a great thing?

However, Madam Speaker, Mi’er mentioned earlier that you politicians must also respond to our demands.”

Cheng Daqi: Serve well, I’ve paid before, and I’ll continue paying in the future!

In America, politicians are tools nurtured by capital.

Nanxi holds a prestigious position, but behind her are a bunch of underlings.

She can afford to be proud, but her underlings need to eat.

When it’s time to kneel, you still have to kneel.

You can’t use old age as an excuse to try to muddle through!

Cheng Daqi’s words pushed the boundaries one step further, prompting Nanxi to speak sincerely and earnestly.

“I cannot support you targeting people within our party, Chan.

I hold a critical position in the Democratic Party; I must not promote such behavior.

Niusen is the Governor—if he goes too hard against the mayors below him, he will be resented.

Of course, we in the California Clique have other people who could bear this responsibility, but it’s truly unnecessary.

America is vast; it accommodates various factions.

Child, there’s no need for you to insist on defeating Gasetti in San Rodolfo.

Just as you mentioned earlier, he can serve you too, can’t he?”

This was the point Nanxi and Niusen had never fully understood.

Cheng Daqi’s aggression seemed overwhelming.

San Rodolfo has millions of people, naturally divided into different forces.

No matter how powerful you are, can you truly play the role of a dictator in America’s local governance?

Enough is enough.

Why insist on fighting?

But what Nanxi didn’t realize was that Cheng Daqi was waiting for this very statement!

Or rather, he was waiting for a similar stance to be expressed.

“Madam Speaker, Gasetti targeted my people—you know that.

Gru is now my man; that BEC coin creator controlled by Lake is also my man.

I didn’t initiate the conflict.

Honestly, I prefer peace the most.”

“Hahaha, Chan, hahahahaha.”

If there’s a hierarchy of anger, laughing out of fury must be a relatively high level.

Niusen finally understood—Cheng Daqi’s intentions had never changed.

Salami slicing is hardly a unique strategy; the true goal was always to blackmail him while leveraging the California Clique’s power to achieve his aims.

“Chan, come, explain specifically what kind of peace you’re hoping for.”

Nanxi noticed the suppressed anger in her nephew’s words, shook her head, and remained silent.

At this stage, they still wouldn’t let themselves be completely at the mercy of others.

Let’s at least hear the actual offer first.

Cheng Daqi spoke solemnly.

“Within LAPD, Lake steps down and takes responsibility, Jax becomes the next police chief.”

This was the explanation offered for Gru.

Cheng Daqi actually had two paths to accomplish this: one overt, relying on the California Clique, and the other covert, relying on the Great Commander or Gasetti.

But the former was more feasible and came with lower implementation costs.

It was also the easiest to achieve.

On the other hand, Niusen rubbed his forehead in frustration.

Gru, Gru, Gru—why doesn’t this bastard just drop dead!

Cheng Daqi didn’t mention Gasetti, but in truth, achieving this goal inherently involved him.

Yet, what Cheng was requesting now wasn’t to bring down Gasetti—it was merely to secure a police chief position for his subordinate, something even Nanxi would find hard to refuse.

This perfectly exemplifies the essence of salami slicing coupled with strategic price hikes.

Niusen was about to speak, thinking he could negotiate further with Cheng Daqi, but Cheng raised his hand, signaling that he hadn’t finished speaking yet.

“In BEC, your shares can remain unchanged, but future cash-outs will need to proceed gradually—you cannot use large sums to disrupt my business.”

The demand for slow cash-outs was perfectly reasonable.

When Cheng Daqi voiced this request, Niusen was momentarily stunned.

My dear brother, are you planning to cash out all the profits without cutting a single penny?

Although Niusen doubted Cheng’s promise at first, the thought of those exhilarating returns made him forget the indignation he’d faced in recent days.

Chan, if you can really pull this off, then from this day forward, you’re my brother, even if we’re not related by blood!

“In California, I’ve funded several promising new faces in the political scene.

They all happen to lean towards the Democratic Party—I hope the California Clique can give them a boost.”

Nanxi’s calm expression shifted to one of seriousness.

In Cheng Daqi’s demands, she sensed the roar of an ambitious man.

He wasn’t seeking help or friendship from politicians.

He sought to build his own kingdom!

Unlike most capitalists, Cheng Daqi was challenging the system upon which politicians depended.

The erosion of political power by economic power usually happens gradually.

The moral decline of American politicians also occurs step by step.

But if Cheng Daqi operates like this…

Entrenching loyalists in local administrative systems, nurturing politicians with Black Gold in the economic sphere, and inserting his handpicked protégés into the generational transfer of power.

Nanxi didn’t even want to imagine what heights this demon might reach if his demands were met.

“In Congress….”

Temir’s blue eyes had been gazing blankly at the room, lost in thought.

Upon hearing Cheng’s abrasive tone, her light blue pupils suddenly sharpened.

This item on Cheng Daqi’s list was something he hadn’t discussed with her!

“I need Madam Speaker to, at some point in the future…”

Niusen straightened his posture seriously, worried that Cheng might put forth an excessive request.

The power struggle on Capitol Hill is among the most intricate battlegrounds in America’s political domain.

Even someone as prominent as Nanxi, as a Speaker, often finds herself unable to enforce her will.

“Help me block an attack.”

If Cheng Daqi’s demands involve ideological or positional clashes at the congressional level, his elaborate scheming against us becomes perfectly understandable.

Nanxi, with a pensive look, asked.

“What kind of attack?

Could you elaborate?”