My American magical life
Chapter 964 - 964 84 Whales Swallow 7 - Yes I Can Eat It!_3

964: Chapter 84 Whales Swallow 7 – Yes, I Can Eat It!_3 964: Chapter 84 Whales Swallow 7 – Yes, I Can Eat It!_3 Although America has the capability to cut off nine-tenths of its capital flow, the politically correct crowd, as frequent guests of private prisons, have a resolution within their political agenda to impose strict limitations on private prisons.

Therefore, for Cheng Daqi to see this matter through, he must weave connections with civil servants, power institutions, and legislatures.

This would include bringing in the force of the California Clique, partially to counter the scrutiny of certain politically correct factions.

In the end, Cheng Daqi, Niusen, and Nanxi indeed have room for collaboration!

Not just some room—they have plenty!

The complexity of internal struggles within interest groups determines their driving force to trade away collective interests for external support.

The California Clique has the desire to sell something, and Cheng Daqi may also have such desires in the future.

This, too, is a form of special resource—a resource that is the most abstract, the hardest to define, and the most elusive.

Some prominent entrepreneurs say, ‘Stay close to power but keep your distance.’ They say this not out of genuine intent to act accordingly, but because of their objective requirement to say so.

Economics and politics are interdependent, just as Cheng Daqi once remarked—it is a cost that must be borne.

If you refuse to bear it, then one day, you’re destined to become part of the cost.

“Chan, I thought you saw us as nothing but naïve tools, yet here you are acknowledging that we can be of help to you.”

Nanxi sneered, then turned to her nephew and gave him a signal.

She, the Madam Speaker of America, the third most powerful figure in the history of mankind’s strongest empire, could not afford to appear overly pliable in these negotiations of interest.

Niusen, it’s settled—you step up!

Go!

The Governor clearly understood his aunt’s meaning.

The troubles entangling him had already dissipated amidst Nanxi’s tug-of-war with Cheng Daqi and Mi’er.

Now, the Governor was invigorated!

“Chan, my thought is that your land in West State could be operated as a private prison, but its limit is too low—just billions, maybe tens of billions.

The scale is too small.

California’s San Rodolfo County Prison is currently America’s largest prison.

It holds over twenty thousand inmates, with thousands of prison guards.

If this prison could be privatized, do you think its valuation could break fifty billion?

Or even… hmm, let’s say—this is worth a shot.”

Noticing his own words had gone a bit too far, the Governor pumped the brakes somewhat.

But his meaning was already deeply absorbed by Cheng Daqi and Mi’er.

The California Clique—their appetite is enormous.

Or, more precisely, Madam Speaker’s appetite is enormous.

“San Rodolfo County Prison is one of America’s oldest prisons.

The land it occupies spans thousands of acres.

Do you even realize how much this would cost?”

Temir wasn’t addressing the aunt and nephew duo, but rather Cheng Daqi.

She worried that Cheng wouldn’t grasp just how problematic the privatization of San Rodolfo Prison could be, and thus deliberately spoke up to warn him.

Upon hearing this, Cheng Daqi turned to Madam Speaker and found Nanxi pretending not to hear, glued to her phone.

Interesting.

Very interesting.

Turns out Cheng Daqi wasn’t the only one with demands—Nanxi and Niusen had theirs, too.

What Cheng Daqi wanted was to establish a significant presence and gain a certain level of decision-making power in San Rodolfo.

Niusen and Nanxi wanted money—not small change like three hundred million dollars, but much more.

Cheng Daqi and Old Crusoe were already playing dirty with their private prison project, but even they only dared to inflate costs slightly in the initial phase.

They hadn’t even imagined the possibility of privatizing San Rodolfo County Prison.

But the Governor and Madam Speaker dared to—indeed, their appetite was truly colossal.

At this revelation, Cheng Daqi chuckled, relieved.

No fear of your vast appetite—only fear of your stubbornness.

From the looks of it, Niusen and Nanxi were far from ordinary politicians.

They not only harbored no lingering hatred toward Cheng Daqi; they were even willing to collaborate with their perceived Demon.

“Governor, if you want to privatize San Rodolfo County Prison, you can’t bypass the LAPD.

Do you have any strategies in mind?”

Cheng Daqi turned to the Governor again, using the feasibility of privatizing San Rodolfo County Prison as a segue to steer the negotiations toward his own demands.

In today’s power-game, the first round was about showcasing strength and attitude.

In this phase, Niusen almost blew up, Nanxi was subtly sarcastic, and Cheng Daqi held firm time and again.

The second round was about pricing.

Both sides went back and forth in negotiations for quite some time, eventually reaching some level of compromise.

Now, the third round had officially begun!