Chapter 1185: Chapter 165: You’re Not Even Willing to Call Me Leader_2

The bureaucrats are Niusen, Gru is a collaborator in Cheng’s business network, from San Rodolfo to California, from the West Coast to Washington D.C., Cheng has friends everywhere!

Monopoly means that Cheng’s New Era has received joint protection from federal and local governments, obtaining a special American Dragon designation license—franchise, tax exemption, and reductions!

The confrontation between Cheng and Nanxi seems turbulent, but it ultimately lands smoothly, which in itself is another return movement of reality to the capitalist order.

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Old Li quickly scurried away, and Mi’er caught up with that agile little chubby, dragging one of the capybara’s paws, she swam to the edge of the pool before Cheng.

“Bang!”

Throwing the capybara ashore, Mi’er shouted to Cheng.

“Hold it down for me!”

Cheng Daqi didn’t move, resembling a middle-aged man taking it easy after marriage.

“Activity is an animal’s nature, Mi’er, Wolf is almost here, are you sure we meet him here?”

Cheng sold the stairs at a good price, Nanxi was satisfied, Gru was satisfied, even Crusoe was satisfied, the only dissatisfied one was Wolf.

“Hmph, here….”

Mi’er said as she climbed out of the pool, walked behind Cheng.

“What’s wrong with it?”

With both hands, she lifted the lounge chair, dumping Cheng into the pool.

“Damn, my phone!”

Cheng exclaimed in panic.

“It’s waterproof, don’t worry.”

Mi’er looked at the drenched Cheng with satisfaction, then took over his just vacated lounge chair.

“Okay, I know you’re in a good mood, Mi’er, but Wolf is not in a good mood.

I’m worried that there are too few bodyguards around, and if he rushes over, I won’t be able to protect you.”

The black-haired rich lady wore a red one-piece swimsuit today, and when she laughed, Cheng’s trembling eyes couldn’t turn.

“Ha-ha-ha, come on, he’ll probably come in with a machine gun, make a string of holes in you, but won’t target me exclusively.

Da-da-da! Da-da-da! Ha-ha-ha!”

Cheng helplessly wiped the water off his face and shouted to the assistant in the distance.

“Tell the manager to lower the temperature, damn it, this pool’s heating system could boil soup.”

Mi’er liked Cheng’s drenched look very much, teasing with a smile.

“It’s thanks to your new underling, Magnus, replacing it for me, you don’t know, he invested in a pool system maintenance company, one day, he personally put on a worker’s coat and spent half the day with his team installing it.”

Magnus: Sister, no, mother, you are simply my Angel.

Cheng was also helpless, now those around him were increasingly obedient, but instead, Cheng was even more tired.

None of these people lacked ambition, otherwise they wouldn’t have caught Cheng’s interest.

They flattered Cheng while subtly pushing him to move forward.

This is the source of the expansion impulse once a capital group or interest group reaches a certain scale.

“He’s not my underling, I have the intention to prop him up, what do you think?”

Cheng swam two laps, returned to the poolside, and asked while watching Mi’er.

“I remember he’s a Stanford graduate, started an internet loan company himself, seems promising.”

Cheng nodded, America doesn’t lack talent, nor does it lack geniuses.

“He’s still a master’s in mathematics from Princeton, and personally oversees the data work of his loan company, the key is, his wife is just an ordinary surgeon.”

“No background?” the black-haired rich lady speculated.

“Hmm, second-generation Italian immigrant, his father was an ordinary gardener, I think he’s very suitable to be our agent.

New Era has stabilized, but our other business companies need a nominal leader.”

Temir thought for a moment, then asked.

“The private prison being spun off in the future is one, and Eris’s security company, you also acquired an online office company from Korea, indeed, it needs a smart person to manage.

But, Chan, when do you plan to start preparing for our bank and university?”

Hearing Mi’er mention these two matters again, Cheng replied with a bitter smile.

“Wait a little longer, wait a little longer.”

Mi’er rolled her eyes in dissatisfaction without saying much, she was probably Cheng’s most easily appeasable ally.

Cheng’s promises, she might not really believe, but she chose to give Cheng time.

“Mr. Wolf has arrived, miss, should I invite him here?”

Mi’er looked at Cheng, signaling him to decide.

“Let him come over, by the way, put my Chinese hot pot table here, we’re going to have dinner here.”

In early winter, but the evening breeze of San Rodolfo was only slightly cool, just right for hot pot in the courtyard.

When Wolf walked into the backyard of Temir’s mansion, he saw Cheng struggling in the pool and the black-haired rich lady playing with peacocks in the corner.

He felt a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

You two really have resilience, you sold me out, yet here you are living your small leisurely life!

For Mr. Dracula, the seemingly obvious victory was downsized by Cheng to a minor victory, and that was a loss!

Wolf had become the nominal top figure of the California Elephant Party, married the Great Commander’s daughter Tiffany, and obtained the succession rights of America’s current strongest political movement, MAGA.

No matter how you look at it, it seemed like a smooth rise to Qingyun.

Then, just when he was about to take the final step, settling the MVP with his family, he was startled by a reminder from Black Satan.