Chapter 1184: Chapter 165: You’re Not Even Willing to Call Me Leader

The capibara swam around in the pool, Mi’er swam behind its rear, trying to catch the agile little chubby creature.

Mr. Cheng sat on a lounge chair by the pool, looking down at his phone, while Old Li stood behind him, quietly reporting the recent progress.

“…The situation in San Francisco is more optimistic than we expected, and Geweil, just as you said, actually helped me arrange meetings with several key figures himself.

The problem is in Irvine, you want me to acquire land there, but over the past couple of years, the price of land in California has skyrocketed. Even those intending to sell are quoting extremely high prices.

The real estate consultant suggested that, if unnecessary, we might as well rent a piece of land for now. What do you think?”

Typically, real estate consultants try their hardest to persuade clients to buy more expensive land, so their commission is higher.

But Old Li isn’t just any client; those real estate managers are more afraid of their advice being unreliable and eventually being sunk by the new Chinese Godfather on the West Coast.

Therefore, they only gave a conservative opinion, regardless of the final outcome, they wouldn’t take the blame.

Li Haiping is still reluctant to spend money, such a miser!

Mr. Cheng understands Old Deng’s thoughts; America’s real estate prices have undergone several crash cycles already, and he wants to wait for lower prices before getting in.

But, for Mr. Cheng, the hardest hurdle is over; he is much relieved now…

“Do this, check among Irvine’s wealthy, see if there are any wealthy individuals who’ve come from the Mainland to invest. We can borrow their land for a while.”

What Mr. Cheng said was exactly what Old Li wanted to hear!

There are too many wealthy people bringing Black Gold from the Mainland to America. To Old Li, they are like jars of money one after another.

All fat meat, but Mr. Cheng controls him, not allowing him to act wildly.

Li Haiping couldn’t sleep at night, hoping Mr. Cheng would give him such authorization. But during reporting, he dared not even slightly hint at it.

When he actually heard Mr. Cheng delegating power, this sly fellow pretended to be worried, and with a heavy tone said.

“Mr. Cheng, isn’t this drawing too much attention?”

Old Li has such awareness; when his superior grants power, he instead worries for him.

It’s nothing, just loyalty!

Li Haiping knows well how black Mr. Cheng’s hands are, how decisively he acts. Decisions made by Cheng Daqi always demand strict execution.

Don’t mention persuading him, even if he tried endlessly, Mr. Cheng wouldn’t change his mind.

This wave is called risk-free loyalty, and Old Li handles it perfectly.

“Don’t be stupid, find a Vietnamese to be tough, then arrange someone to pass them a message— you’re the only one who can help them, won’t that solve the problem?

Besides, I’ve already discussed with Nanxi, Fidel will become the state senator for the Irvine area, he’s also my guy, by then, Field and you can cooperate from both ends.

First, let those people seek assistance from Fidel, then after Fidel tries hard and finds no solution, you step in to help.

Once the land issue is settled, it can also raise some funds for us from the California Elephant Party, great.”

Mr. Cheng gave the order without even lifting his head.

Hearing Nanxi’s name made Old Li’s expression more respectful; he concealed all his ambitions and schemes, flattering with a smile and compliance.

“Right, right, my brain is too stupid, your method is great, killing two birds with one stone, your method is great!”

Old Li’s posture resembles that of a sycophant too much, Mr. Cheng felt disgust while listening, put down his phone, and turned to remind.

“Don’t kill people randomly, find two inconspicuous targets first, deal with them slowly. After all, slowly eating a pig’s meat is the only way not to choke, understand?”

Assassinations and plots work well as tactics; there have been numerous attempts against Mr. Cheng, forcing him to continually raise his security level.

But depending solely on plots cannot change the overall trend, its strategic effect could only be described as unspectacular.

Mr. Cheng’s success up to now depends precisely on the informational advantage which allowed him to grasp the bigger picture.

Right now, America hasn’t reached the toughest period yet; if Old Li acts too conspicuous, it might provoke backlash.

“Understood, handle it slowly, I understand!”

Old Li totally gets Mr. Cheng’s meaning.

Pig’s meat—choose the fat one for slaughter, the direction is set.

Handle it slowly—tighten the noose bit by bit, the method is set.

A gentle burial as the theme, a sustainable depletion of resources.

“Alright, get lost then.”

Mr. Cheng waved his hand, lay back on the lounge chair, changed to another posture, continuing to look at his phone.

Only, Old Li’s pace doesn’t move, he said restlessly.

“Mr. Cheng, regarding the private prison project, there’s a bit of trouble, a bunch of African Americans are taking buses every day to protest outside the project, how should this be handled?”

Actually, it’s the California African American caucus causing the trouble, but Mr. Cheng, Niusen, and Nanxi aren’t too concerned.

They’ve already baked the cake halfway, about to enter the mouth and melt, can’t let others jump around for a bit?

Those people curse all they want, they’re nowhere near killing the old hag Nanxi, let alone Mr. Cheng—they’re not even qualified to know who Mr. Cheng is!

“Ignore them, the procedural issues have been resolved, those people will all become our clients, just leave them there.”

When it comes to Hell jokes, Mr. Cheng is a professional.

Their protests are energetic now, but in future, Mr. Cheng will naturally settle the account.

They think it’s just another evil capitalist establishing a new private prison, but they fail to see this as the rapid expansion of America’s bureaucratic monopolistic capitalism’s new force.