My American magical life
Chapter 963 - 963 84 Gluttony 7 - Yes I Can Eat It!

963: Chapter 84 Gluttony 7 – Yes, I Can Eat It!

_2 963: Chapter 84 Gluttony 7 – Yes, I Can Eat It!

_2 In the future, if you’re interested in the automotive industry, I’d be more than happy to collaborate.

Our operations are rooted in California; we could naturally be partners and allies, wouldn’t you agree?”

It seemed rather odd—Niusen hadn’t shared his plan to transport voters into California to expand the voter base with his aunt.

Cheng Daqi didn’t understand but chose to respect it.

What was even stranger was the rapid reconciliation between Cheng Daqi and Nanxi.

Nanxi wasn’t arguing anymore, Cheng Daqi wasn’t making sarcastic remarks anymore.

He directly laid out conditions, as if the earlier disputes and confrontations had never existed.

But even stranger was how, despite Cheng Daqi having already maneuvered against Niusen and the California Clique once, he dared to ‘recklessly’ attempt to reach another tacit agreement with them.

The key here is that Cheng Daqi, Niusen, Temir, and Nanxi are all no fools.

Negotiations had reached the point where all cards were practically on the table.

Cheng Daqi believed the terms he offered were generous enough, and the California Clique wouldn’t truly choose a path of confrontation with him or the forces behind him—that would be truly reckless!

In this game of confronting America’s highest levels of power, Cheng Daqi had already handled every key node; this was the extent of his ability.

Set a goal, take action—and whether Nanxi and Niusen agreed or not, or how much they’d agree to—those decisions weren’t entirely within Cheng Daqi’s control.

“Temir, I recall your family has shares in the automotive industry; regarding this new energy vehicle project Chan proposed, who’s behind it?”

Madam Speaker’s focal point was unexpected.

This demonstrates the difference in perspectives based on position—the American domestic automotive industry has historically leaned Republican.

After all, the Democratic Party has advocated globalization for decades, stabbing America’s automotive industry in the back.

From Nanxi’s perspective, if this project was spearheaded by the Caramacris Family, a stronghold of the Republican Party Establishment, it would indicate an ideological division still exists between the Establishment Faction and the MAGA faction within the Republican Party.

MAGA, Make America Great Again, centers around the idea of bringing American companies back to America.

Sounds strange, doesn’t it?

If they’re already American companies, why do they need to be brought back to America?

Here’s where the profit-driven nature of capital comes in—American costs are prohibitively high, while costs in other developing countries are lower, leading American capital to flow outward.

And that’s just industrial capital; the real heavyweight here is financial capital, which moves entirely unrestricted to wherever opportunities arise.

The current Great Commander’s policy involves negotiating with major corporations and conglomerates to bring them back, while Cheng Daqi and Mi’er secretly place bets overseas.

This kind of betting, Nanxi could understand.

She might have squatted in a cell in Whitegate for hosting a silver party, but her emotional resentment didn’t contradict her practical understanding of behavior driven by concrete interests.

Madam Speaker’s concern focused on the ideological threads behind such behavior!

Unfortunately, Cheng Daqi might have some strength, but his sensitivity to American politics fell short.

He didn’t understand what Nanxi was asking, though Temir grasped the nuance and answered bluntly.

“Honestly, this project is led by Chan.

I also only just found out about his interest in car manufacturing.”

That’s a lie!

Mi’er worried Nanxi might take too much interest in this matter, potentially discovering the key figure in the automotive project was Lao Jia—who happened to be Cheng Daqi’s leverage against Niusen!

If Nanxi found out, given her temperament, the old witch might let Niusen endure two more months of pressure and remain in jail!

Mi’er’s expression remained calm, her tone equally steady.

Sitting beside her, Cheng Daqi felt a subtle jolt in his heart and a trace of unease.

“Car manufacturing is a complicated endeavor.

From investment to R&D to trial production, three to five years can easily pass.

Let’s talk about more immediate matters.”

Temir steered the conversation, redirecting Nanxi’s attention to private prisons.

“Our private prison project is preparing to launch a special financing plan to raise capital for the project’s initiation.

Will’s money has been invested in this.”

When Mi’er brought up money, Madam Speaker no longer had the bandwidth to think about those intricate power struggles.

Money—it’s a wonderful thing.

But, mindful of her pitiable nephew’s tragic ordeals, Nanxi cautiously asked.

“Who’s your delegated financing agency?

Don’t tell me it’s another trap this time!”

A seventy-year-old aunt worrying over her foolish nephew—such twists and turns were deeply moving.

There are generally two primary modes for financing such projects: one is establishing a financing company to operate under an equity-for-debt model, seeking investors willing to take risks.

The other is what Nanxi mentioned—engaging a financial institution specializing in financing as the delegated issuer, paying intermediary fees to the institution to oversee regulatory compliance and risk factors of the project.

Nancy’s point was clear: they were willing to eat Cheng Daqi’s pie—after all, they’d been battered long enough, and couldn’t suffer in vain.

Eating was inevitable, but the method of consumption couldn’t be as reckless as Niusen’s involvement in the BEC coin ICO.

Nancy knew all too well: Cheng Daqi and Temir weren’t naïve and lovable youngsters; they were relentless schemers!

“There will be a separate project company operating under an equity-for-debt model.

Madam Speaker, the private prison industry is heavily influenced by your party’s internal faction pushing political correctness in California.

If we bring in an unreliable delegated issuer, subsequent risk factors will become too substantial.” Cheng Daqi replied.

Private prisons are a signature American industry.

Learning about this, many might mistakenly think America is a dystopian capitalist state—but it’s not entirely like that.