Kapibala arched back and forth in the pool, and Mier swam behind it, trying to catch the nimble little fat boy.
Mr. Cheng was sitting on a lounge chair by the swimming pool, looking down at his phone. Lao Li stood behind him, reporting the recent progress in a low voice.
"The situation in San Francisco is more optimistic than we thought. As you said, Gwell actually helped me meet with several key people in person.
The problem is Irvine, you asked me to acquire land there, but in the past two years, the price of land in California has increased rapidly, and even those who plan to sell, the offers they give are extremely high.
The consultant of the real estate company suggested that if it is not necessary, I can rent a piece of land first. Do you think? ”
Ordinary real estate consultants will try their best to trick their clients into buying more expensive land so that they can get more commission.
But Lao Li is not an ordinary customer. Those real estate managers are even more afraid that their suggestions are unreliable, and they are eventually betrayed by the new godfather of the West Coast Chinese.
Therefore, in the end, they only gave a wait-and-see opinion. No matter what the final result is, they will not take the blame.
Li Haiping is still reluctant to spend money and is so petty!
Mr. Cheng understands Lao Deng’s thoughts. Real estate prices in the United States have experienced several crash cycles, and he wants to wait until prices are low before buying.
However, for Mr. Cheng, the most difficult hurdle has been passed, and he is much more relaxed now.
"In this way, you can count among the rich people in Irvine. Are there any rich people who come from the mainland to buy real estate? We can borrow their land and use it first."
What Mr. Cheng said is actually what Lao Li wants to hear!
There are too many rich people bringing black gold from the mainland to the United States. In Lao Li's view, they are just piggy banks one after another.
It's all fat, but Mr. Cheng controls him and doesn't let him mess around.
Li Haiping lay awake at night hoping that President Cheng would give him such authorization, but when reporting, he did not dare to have even the slightest intention of guiding him in this regard.
When he really heard that President Cheng had delegated power, Li Haiping, that bitch, pretended to be worried and said in a solemn tone.
"Mr. Cheng, isn't this too eye-catching?"
How enlightened Lao Li is. When his boss delegates power, he instead worries about his boss.
Nothing else, loyal you!
Li Haiping knew very well how dark Mr. Cheng's hands were and how quick his decisions were. He was always required to implement the decisions Cheng Daqi made.
Not to mention a word of advice from him, even if he advised him until the end of time, Mr. Cheng would not change his decision.
This wave is a risk-free loyalty, and Lao Li has done it just right.
"You are stupid, find a Vietnamese to be more ruthless, and then arrange for someone to send a message to them - only you can help them, won't the matter be solved?
Moreover, Nancy and I have reached an agreement that Fidel will become the state senator in the Irvine area, and he is also my person. When the time comes, Fidel and you can work together on both sides.
Let those people go to Fidel for help first, and then when Fidel works hard and there is no other way, you can come forward to help.
Once the land issue is resolved, it would be great to get some more funds for our California Elephant Party. ”
Mr. Cheng ordered without raising his head.
Hearing Nancy's name, the expression on Lao Li's face became more submissive. He hid all his ambitions and calculations and agreed with a flattering smile.
"Yes, yes, my brain is too stupid. Your method is good. It kills two birds with one stone. Your method is good!"
Lao Li's gesture was so much like a sycophant that President Cheng felt sick. He put down his phone and turned around to warn him.
"Don't kill people casually. Just find two targets that are not too eye-catching and cook them slowly. After all, eating the meat of the pig slowly will prevent you from choking. Do you understand?"
Assassination and conspiracy are useful tactics. There have been several waves of people who want to attack Mr. Cheng, which forces Mr. Cheng to constantly improve his security level.
However, conspiracy cannot reverse the general trend, and its strategic effect can only be said to be mediocre.
Mr. Cheng has been able to get to where he is today precisely because of his grasp of the general trend brought by his information advantage.
The situation in the United States is not yet at its most unsustainable. If Mr. Li takes too big a move, it may cause backlash.
"I understand, cook slowly, I understand!"
Lao Li understands Mr. Cheng’s meaning very well.
The meat from the pig - choose the fattened one to slaughter it, this sets the direction.
Work slowly - tighten the noose little by little, that's the way to go.
The main theme is a gentle funeral, with a sustainable approach to fishing.
"Okay, get out of here."
Mr. Cheng waved his hand, lay down on the recliner, changed his posture and continued to look at his phone.
It's just that, Lao Li didn't move, he said a little uneasily.
"Mr. Cheng, there is a little trouble with the private prison project. A bunch of black people take the bus to hold signs outside the project every day. How should we deal with this?"
In fact, this was the work of the black caucus in California, but neither Mr. Cheng, Niu Sen, nor Nancy cared too much.
They have already made half of the cake and it is about to melt in your mouth. Can't they let others jump?
No matter how much those people scold, they can't scold the old witch Nancy, let alone Mr. Cheng - they don't even have the qualification to know who Mr. Cheng is!
"Don't worry, the procedural issues have been resolved. Those people will all be our customers from now on, just leave them there for now."
When it comes to telling hell jokes, Cheng is a professional.
Diao Min is happy to hold up the sign now, and President Cheng will naturally make a list in the future.
They thought it was just a new private prison established by evil capitalists, but they did not understand that this was the rapid expansion of the new power of bureaucratic monopoly capitalism in the United States.
The bureaucrats are Niu Sen and Gru, and they are every collaborator in the Chengdu Group's identity business chain. From San Luodu to California, from the West Coast to Washington, they are friends of the Chengdu Group everywhere!
Monopoly means that Chengdu has obtained joint protection from the federal and local governments and has a special American license - franchising, tax exemption and tax reduction!
The confrontation between Mr. Cheng and Nancy seemed choppy, but in the end it settled smoothly. This in itself is another return movement of reality to the capitalist order.
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Lao Li ran away quickly, and Mi'er also caught up with the nimble little fat boy. She held one of Capibala's paws and swam to the edge of the pool in front of Mr. Cheng.
"Bang!"
Throwing Kapibala ashore, Mier shouted to Mr. Cheng.
"Hold it!"
Cheng Daqi was motionless, like a middle-aged man lying down after marriage.
"It's the nature of animals to be active, Honey. Wolfe is coming soon. Are you sure we want to meet him here?"
Mr. Cheng sold the steps at a good price. Nancy was very satisfied, so was Gru, and even Crusoe was very satisfied. The only one who was dissatisfied was Wolfe.
"Hmph, here"
Mi'er said as she climbed into the swimming pool and walked behind Mr. Cheng.
"What's wrong?"
She used both hands to lift the lounge chair and dump Mr. Cheng into the swimming pool.
"Damn it, my phone!"
Mr. Cheng screamed in panic.
"It's waterproof, don't worry."
Mi'er looked at Mr. Cheng who was reduced to a drowned rat with satisfaction, and then occupied the recliner where he had just been sitting.
"Well, I know you're in a good mood, Honey, but Wolfe is in a bad mood.
I'm worried that if there are too few bodyguards around me later, I won't be able to protect you when he rushes over. ”
The rich black-haired woman wore a red one-piece swimsuit today. When she laughed, the trembling Mr. Cheng couldn't move his eyes.
"Goose~goose~goose, come on, he will probably walk in with a submachine gun and punch a series of holes in you, but he will not target me.
Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta! Ha ha ha ha! ”
Mr. Cheng helplessly wiped the water droplets from his face and shouted to the assistant in the distance.
"Tell the administrator to lower the temperature. Damn it, this swimming pool heating system is ready for soup."
Mi'er really liked Mr. Cheng's drowned appearance, she joked with a smile.
"It was your new boy who replaced it for me. Magnus changed it for me. You don't know, but he invested in a swimming pool system maintenance company. That day, he personally wore a worker's coat and led his men to install it for most of the day."< br>
Magnus: Sister, no, Mom, you are my angel. Mr. Cheng is also helpless. Now everyone around him is becoming more and more obedient, but Mr. Cheng is even more tired.
All of these people are ambitious, otherwise they would not be favored by President Cheng.
While they were courteous to Mr. Cheng, they pushed him to continue moving forward.
This is the source of the inability to stop the impulse to expand after capital groups or interest groups develop to a certain scale.
"He is not my little brother. I helped him up intentionally. What do you think?"
Mr. Cheng swam twice, came back and lay down by the pool, looked at Mi'er and asked.
"I remember that he was a graduate of Stanford and started his own Internet loan company. It seemed pretty good."
Mr. Cheng nodded, America has no shortage of talents or geniuses.
"He has a master's degree in mathematics from Princeton. He controls all the data work of his loan company by himself. The point is, his wife is just an ordinary surgeon."
"No background?" the rich black-haired woman noticed.
"Well, he is a second-generation Italian immigrant. His father is an ordinary gardener. I think he is very suitable to be our agent.
New Times has stabilized, but our other business companies need a figurehead. ”
Themir thought for a while and asked.
"There will be one private prison to be demolished in the future, and the security company in Eris. You also acquired a Korean online office company. Well, it does need a smart person to take care of it.
But, Chan, when are you going to start preparing our banks and universities? ”
Hearing Mi'er mention these two things again, Mr. Cheng replied with a wry smile.
"Wait a minute, wait a minute."
Mi'er rolled her eyes at him dissatisfied and said nothing. She was almost the best ally to appease Mr. Cheng.
She may not really believe the promise made by Mr. Cheng, but she chooses to give Mr. Cheng time.
"Mr. Wolfe is here, miss. Do you want me to invite him here?"
Mi'er looked at Mr. Cheng and signaled him to make a decision.
"Ask him to come over, and put my Chinese hot pot table here. We are going to have dinner here."
It's early winter, but the evening breeze in Saint-Loduo is only slightly cool, which is perfect for eating hot pot in the courtyard.
When Wolfe walked into the backyard of the Tamir Mansion, he saw Mr. Cheng working hard to row the swimming pool, and the rich black-haired woman squatting in the corner playing with the peacock.
He felt helpless in his heart.
You two are really determined, you have sold me out, and you are still living your own life here leisurely!
For Mr. Dracula, the big victory that can be seen with the naked eye is reduced to a small victory by the adult students. This is a loss!
Wolfe became the nominal first brother of the California Elephant Party, married the leader's daughter Tiffany, and obtained the inheritance rights of the MAGA faction, the strongest political movement in the United States.
No matter how you look at it, this is the road to success step by step.
Then, when he came to the last minute, he was settling the MVP with his family, and was stunned by a reminder from Black Satan.
No matter how much Wolff knew Mr. Cheng, he would never have imagined that Mr. Cheng could choose to prevent him from winning in a lose-lose manner.
This is too cruel!
Still human?
"Wolf, come on, come down and swim two laps. Magnus has replaced this swimming pool with a great temperature control system."
President Cheng invited Wolfe to swim, but Wolfe just twitched his lips and chose to sit on the old actor's recliner.
Oddly enough, there were two lounge chairs by the pool, but everyone agreed to sit on only one.
"Chan, you are betraying!"
Mr. Dracula looked at Mr. Cheng who was still having fun in the water and said coldly.
"What's the betrayal? Swimming secretly without inviting you?"
Mr. Cheng asked teasingly.
"Why did you and Nancy reconcile like this? Didn't we agree to be tough to the end?"
At this moment, Wolfe was like a resentful woman who had been greened, her eyes were full of emotions and there was no sense at all.
President Cheng's hand was too dark. On the eve of Wolfe's victory, he led the entire faction to negotiate peace with Nancy. No matter how Wolfe won, under such a general trend, he could only "declare victory" powerlessly.
"Look, we have avoided the meaningless dispute with the California Gang and returned to a win-win situation. Isn't this a good thing?"
Does Mr. Cheng make sense? reasonable!
But many things are unreasonable!
The struggle for dominance between Wolff and Mr. Cheng has become meaningless under Mr. Cheng’s capitulation.
What can he do if he wins?
Will you continue the charge for President Cheng?
This is what makes Wolff most frustrated. He could take over the position of President Cheng and continue to lead the California Elephant Party to fight against the California Gang, but he does not want to be a pawn for President Cheng.
Cheng Daqi was on the ground now, and he even grabbed Wolfe, but Wolfe couldn't do much.
It was precisely because he could see clearly that Wolfe was so indifferent to Black Satan.
No matter how awesome Black Satan is, he can't control the California Elephant Party!
The opinions of the enemy are not important!
"You should at least tell me, Chan. Is it difficult to tell me in advance?"
This is pure incompetent rage on the part of Mr. Dracula.
The problem is there, and it is difficult to solve it. Wolfe is unwilling to solve the problem. All he can do is express his dissatisfaction to President Cheng.
Cheng Daqi got out of the swimming pool, took the towel handed by the attendant, wiped himself, and then lay down next to Wolfe.
"I'll treat you to hot pot tonight, Huaguo hot pot, don't be angry."
Wolfe looked humiliated.
"What do you think I am, Chan?"
Coaxing children, right?
You fucking treat me like a child?
The clouds were thick tonight, and the stars in the night sky looked particularly dim. Mr. Cheng looked at the dark sky and asked calmly.
"What do you think I am, Wolf?"
You don't even want to call me leader.
"It was me who helped you become the helmsman of the Dracula family.
It was me who brought you into the core circle of the Xiang Party establishment at a low cost.
It was I who lifted you up to become the Grand Committee President of the California Elephant Party.
It’s me who found you an accelerator wife who can realize your ideals.
Wolf, don't be too greedy! ”
Wolfe was so angry at Mr. Cheng's words that he dared not speak.
He knew very well what tricks Mr. Cheng was playing, and he could refute the words listed by Mr. Cheng one by one.
But being able to do it doesn't mean it's feasible. Mr. Cheng has already taken advantage of the situation, but Wolfe doesn't want to completely break up with him yet.
Temir, who had already returned to the room, came over with a bottle of red wine. Seeing that Wolfe didn't bring a submachine gun, she didn't care what the two were arguing about.
"Okay, you two, this is the Bordeaux 97 I snatched from Achilles' wine cellar."
Wolfe didn't move, and neither did Mr. Cheng.
In the face of the huge struggle for interests and power, any lubrication loses its effect.
Not to mention Mi'er coming to smooth things over, even if Nancy kneels down and kowtows to Wolf, he won't be able to easily forgive Mr. Cheng and Nancy, this pair of bastards! (End of Chapter)