My American magical life
Chapter 965 - 965 85 The Feast of Wolves 1

965: Chapter 85: The Feast of Wolves 1 965: Chapter 85: The Feast of Wolves 1 Temir’s villa was enormous, and Benny, who had arrived early, was placed in a side hall to wait by Mi’er’s butler.

However, from the convoy parked near the fountain at the villa’s front courtyard, this sharp-eyed lobbyist and advisor noticed something unusual.

The demeanor of Madam Speaker from The House was far too conspicuous to conceal, even if one tried.

Benny, of course, was well aware of the intricate relationship between BEC cryptocurrency and New Era.

This cryptocurrency initiative held a significant position in the conversion of equity shares where President Cheng was a shareholder of New Era.

However, both BEC and LCE were projects directly managed by President Cheng.

Despite his title as Vice President of New Era, Benny’s standing within the corporate hierarchy of New Era was merely entry-level.

Vice President—it sounded impressive, but in truth, Benny’s sole responsibility was to provide HR consulting services to President Cheng, Lisa, and Mi’er.

At most, his future duties might involve handling sensitive public relations activities.

Currently, New Era had three Vice Presidents; the other two hailed from West State (Gru) and OC (Fraser, Mi’er’s pick), and both wielded far more power than Benny.

However, roles like Senior Vice President and Executive Vice President were still vacant.

This was directly related to the unfinished reorganization of New Era’s business divisions.

Given the sensitive nature of many subsidiary operations, Cheng Daqi and Mi’er both remained cautious about sudden promotions or outside recruitment.

But Benny had picked up clues through Will’s activities in Washington D.C.

Benny already knew that Niusen had been openly endorsing BEC.

He had also learned that Will sought out NITA’s Deputy Director.

And now, Benny saw Madam Speaker’s convoy parked outside his boss’s residence.

Combining this with his dealings involving Mike Pompeo, Benny couldn’t help but let his thoughts run wild, his mind churning with endless speculation.

However, the scene outside the window interrupted Benny’s train of thought.

Through the glass, he saw President Cheng and Temir escorting Niusen and Nanxi to their car, exchanging hugs before parting ways.

It seemed President Cheng and Niusen had a brief exchange.

Whatever President Cheng mentioned, it left the Governor as gleeful as a fifty-year-old child.

“Mr.

Benny, Miss Temir and the esteemed Chan are ready to see you now.

Please follow me.”

Mi’er’s secretary opened the side hall door, gesturing for Benny to follow her.

The Vice President straightened the collar of his suit nervously, took a deep breath, and trailed behind the maid, listening to the secretary’s whispered instructions.

“Miss is not in a great mood.

Try not to upset her later.”

This wasn’t the secretary taking Benny’s side—Mi’er’s anger tended to subject everyone around her to collateral damage.

To have worked under Mi’er for this long, her subordinates had developed a well-trained expertise in handling her volatile moods.

“Thank you, thank you… but may I ask what happened?”

“I’m not sure either.

Best not to ask questions here.”

Benny fell silent.

Previously, he didn’t think much of Cheng Daqi or Temir.

He always felt that perhaps their starting points in life were a bit higher than his, but fundamentally, they weren’t that different.

At most, they were the second generation and live-in sons-in-law, whereas Benny lacked those privileges and thus worked for them.

But now, as Benny began piecing together the nuances of the BEC incident, he felt as though he was glimpsing the true face of a colossal beast for the first time.

It turned out Temir and Cheng Daqi weren’t fundamentally different from his previous boss.

At this realization, Benny shook his head.

No, there was still a distinction.

Robert, after all, belonged to the visible face of an interest group.

Essentially, he was the highest-tier corporate leader on someone else’s payroll, but no matter how powerful, he was still an employee.

In contrast, President Cheng and Mi’er were self-made leaders of an emerging interest group, a new generation of powerbrokers who—unreasonably—were both younger than Benny.

“…You still think Nanxi will shield you from political storms in Congress, Chan?

You’re too naive!

She’s nothing but a crazy old hag.

The opportunity you gave her today will just embolden her to secretly instigate others to attack us in the future—and not just the car-building project!”

Mi’er and President Cheng had reached a certain understanding with the aunt-niece duo of the California Clique.

In areas where the two sides shared closely aligned interests, they would stand together.

However, Mi’er was evidently dissatisfied with how President Cheng had just handled things.

She refrained from calling him out directly because Niusen and Nanxi were present.

But now, after the fact, she was letting her frustration out, applying pressure on President Cheng.

“Ha, why do you underestimate me so much, Mi’er?

Actually, I was just…”

“Chan, Miss, Benny has arrived.”

Cheng Daqi paused his attempt to explain and turned toward the door.

Benny stood there, slightly bowing in a gesture of respect.

“Hmph!”

Mi’er snorted coldly at President Cheng, didn’t even glance at Benny, and walked out of the room.

The plans regarding Benny were something she and President Cheng agreed upon: this man had notable potential, but he needed to be tested.

Exactly how he would be tested was President Cheng’s responsibility—they still had a measure of mutual trust between them.

“Please, take a seat.

During this morning’s meeting, I noticed you didn’t say much.

Are you still unfamiliar with New Era’s situation?”

Pointing toward the spot Niusen had just vacated, President Cheng gestured for Benny to sit and talk.

The meeting earlier that morning had been New Era’s first strategic meeting, bringing together its executives and core management team in one place for the first time.

Everyone attended, except Mi’er.

Mi’er’s absence was purely due to her unique position.

Her family legacy dictated that she avoid taking center stage as an overt capitalist figurehead—a completely different story from her online influencer activities.

“Yes, I’ve only been with New Era a short time.

Wasn’t the meeting chaired by President Lisa?

I noticed Mr.

Gru and Mr.

Fraser didn’t say much either, so I just…”

Seeing Benny misunderstanding his intent and answering somewhat awkwardly, President Cheng waved his hand dismissively and said,

“Alright, no need to overthink it.

Your tasks are simply more specialized.

Certain matters should just be reported directly to me or Mi’er.

Actually, you’re doing quite well.”