CHAPTER 1183: CHAPTER 164: STAND UP, NO KNEELING!_2

The wealthy in America like to show off by drinking tea; using the snow mountain spring water from the southern Himalayas is the best way to show off.

Tiffany smiled and tugged her mother’s arm, indicating she should voice less of her opinions.

"Mrs. Meples, you are truly beautiful. I’ve wanted to have a good chat with you for a long time, but you know what happened that day, so today is perfect to make it up!"

Typical American courtesy, Wolf even gave his mother-in-law a hug.

The few sat down and began their ice-breaking social journey.

Although they were already in-laws, they had to engage in ice-breaking socializing, which only shows that in this magical reality, nothing is surprising.

Cheng Daqi and Eris set up a new security company, which was his personal power expansion.

After Wolf got married, he wanted to utilize his wife’s family, which was his personal power expansion too.

In an ideal model, professional managers might have more advantages over family executives in a family business, but in reality, the interest bonds built by blood ties, if well managed, are far more reliable than those of professional managers.

Managers can change jobs, but the links from social relationships do not easily disappear.

Wolf tied Tiffany’s family closely, which could also stabilize his claim over the MAGA faction.

Anyway, for him, it was just about spending a little money to test the waters.

If there really were promising figures in Tiffany’s maternal family, he wouldn’t mind giving them more opportunities.

When they reached a happy point in the conversation, Wolf’s secretary approached quickly and whispered in his ear.

Meples: Is it necessary? So guarded against us?

She looked at Tiffany curiously, only to see her quietly sipping tea.

Alright, alright, you’ve already learned the essence of establishing yourself in a wealthy family,

"What?"

No one knew what the secretary said, but Mr. Dracula almost jumped out of his chair in surprise.

Faced with his boss’s suspicion, the secretary just nodded seriously, indicating the information was accurate.

"What happened?" Tiffany asked with concern.

"It’s nothing, just startled me."

Wolf’s "nothing" felt like nonsense, but Tiffany had to believe it.

"I’ve hired the best chef for you. You must enjoy tonight’s dinner. Tiffany, help me entertain our family well, I need to make a sudden trip to Chicago."

Amidst the surprised gazes of everyone, Wolf shook hands with them again, apologizing for his sudden absence, even giving Mrs. Meples a hug 2.0.

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"So exaggerated! What does he take us for? Some dispensable guests? Or did his paralyzed father not teach him basic manners?"

Meples sat in the back seat of her brother’s car, complaining to her father and brother.

"Why didn’t you just tell Tiffany that?" Tiffany’s grandfather said.

Meples’ father understood that strength determines status, the Dracula family’s business was big, and Wolf had already shown them enough respect.

As a businessman like him, they started at the peak from political elites, and it’s understandable they have urgent matters.

"How do I say it? Each person had someone standing behind them during dinner, if I said anything, would Wolf hear it within a few minutes?"

Tiffany’s mother continued her complaints.

"He’s not that idle, alright, don’t be angry, he even gave me a packet of tea from Assam, what a good young man."

However, the father’s advice did not quell Meples’ dissatisfaction.

"Dad, have you already been bought off by him? And you, brother, have you been bought off as well?"

The brother, who had been quietly driving, finally spoke.

"Today’s Tiffany looks just like you over twenty years ago, Marsha, we are not bought off.

We just hope you can be happy, and Tiffany can be happy.

That’s all."

It turns out, not everyone yearns for significant influence.

Meples was silent for a long time; sincerity is a killer move everywhere.

"The Dracula Family, such a big name, a pharmaceutical giant suspected of illegal human experimentation, some say Wolf’s business secretly does organ replacement surgeries for America’s elite.

But now, it’s all too late, Tiffany’s father sold her to Wolf, how much more can we do?"

The old father’s voice was full of regret, as if he forgot he had just praised Wolf as a good kid.

Do people really have the power of choice when swept along by the times and trends?

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"By right, I’m not the one to teach you these things, Wolf, you know, we don’t have the best relationship.

But I still have to remind you, don’t have blind faith in the power you hold, you can’t control anyone, not even your own fate.

The more you carry, the closer you get to your goal, but the less freedom you have."

In the sauna room of a vacation villa, America’s Black Satan was having a candid and deep exchange with Wolf.

Seeing Wolf not responding, Black Satan laughed, self-deprecatingly.

"I’m the same, everyone is in the quagmire."

Mr. Dracula rubbed his face and asked softly.

"Are you sure the information is reliable?"

Black Satan asked confidently in return.

"I have someone by Nanxi’s side, what do you think?"

Mr. Dracula wanted to curse.

He was truly at his wit’s end.

Cheng Daqi’s maneuver was too slick, almost throwing Wolf’s back out.

Over there, he was holding a great victory MVP settlement meeting with his new family.

Here, Cheng Daqi had already started conveying a message of surrender to Nanxi through certain channels.

Cheng Daqi: Win? Win however you like! Let’s see if I need to use a wrench to settle this!

Unity and looking forward together is accidental; within all human organizational structures, internal conflict is the eternal theme.

Here, we can take the Great Commander with the golden boy as an example.

The only disciple he accepted from the "Apprentice" show, doesn’t do anything beneficial but is just full of internal conflict capabilities—a black girl!

Do you think the golden boy’s vision was lacking?

No! His vision was too sharp!

"Why are you telling me these things?"

"We are the true friends, Wolf, we can always be friends, you know, I like making friends."

"Friend"

Important things need to be emphasized thrice—the more there isn’t something, the more it needs stressing.

If Wolf believed even a single word of Black Satan’s mural, he wouldn’t be able to contend with Cheng Daqi till today!

"Thank you for the reminder, Mr. Barack, I’ve always thought that, even if we’re in different parties, you’re still a very admirable Great Commander."

Rubbish!

Wolf’s noncommittal answer left Black Satan very dissatisfied. He pondered for a moment and chose to continue baiting.

"A few days ago, I was in Washington D.C. with the Diane couple, oh, and Schumer too, it was at Schumer’s house that we met Nanxi.

The personal matters in San Rodolfo... might soon yield results, Nanxi isn’t as steadfast as she seems.

Chan operating this way, is actually posing all of us a difficult problem, do you have any plans?"

Wolf was silent for a long time, then said.

"In fact, with Madam Speaker, I’ve always maintained good personal relations, I’m happy to see two friends reconcile."

At this point, it was Black Satan’s turn to be dumbfounded.

Wolf, are you lacking guts?

Can you tolerate this?

The MVP that was in your hand got snuffed out by that person, and you have no intention of taking any countermeasures?

Black Satan understood the power struggles within the California Elephant Party, which is why he made great efforts to win over Wolf, even secretly passing information to the Dracula Family Head.

But he didn’t expect Wolf’s patience to be so profound.

In the past, he didn’t see it at all—when he last saw Wolf, he was as arrogant as could be.

It just shows, Black Satan’s understanding of Wolf was still too superficial.

This guy, is someone Cheng Daqi both loves and hates deeply.

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Leaving Black Satan’s vacation villa on the shores of Lake Michigan, Wolf first dialed Cheng Daqi’s number.

"Fak, why aren’t you answering?"

Wolf, infuriated by Cheng Daqi, wanted to smash his phone, but still, with a grim face, instructed his secretary.

"I want to meet with Chan, arrange it for me, as soon as possible."

"So now we..."

"Back to San Rodolfo, Shabi!"

Mr. Dracula just wanted to say one thing:

Stand up, no kneeling allowed!

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Meanwhile, in his office, Black Satan was listening to the recording of the conversation just now.

After confirming it twice, Black Satan realized that this ’investment’ was as futile as throwing meat buns to a dog.

The most he’d get was Wolf owing him a favor.

However, Black Satan did gain something.

At least he confirmed that Wolf Dracula truly understood.

The two of them chatted for half an hour, and not once during multiple attempts did Wolf say anything suspicious.

When a person can ward off all deadly attacks, it definitely isn’t because of good luck!