My American magical life-Chapter 657 - 114: Psychotherapist Goddoctor Gru, Soloist Wolf
Power can possess a person, and the convictions that Chief Glu held dear were far less solid than he believed. So-called momentum, if not tempered, is like rootless duckweed, a gentle ripple in the pond might carry it away with the current. πππππ°π²π―π»ππππΉ.ππ¨π
That was what CEO Cheng had been reflecting on recently. He felt that he may have been a bit too arrogant before, and his recent setbacks were the backlash from the sudden waves.
But who doesnβt have a PLANABC? If the situation is unfavorable, just introduce new forces, right? And if things really canβt go on anymore, just flip the table.
"I didnβt want to do this, Mr. Daniel. Itβs the first time Iβve encountered gunmen blocking the road; those people donβt take us minor players seriously."
CEO Cheng finally met the black brother he had been longing to see. He was a bit overwhelmed by the situation in Saint Rodu, so he wanted to secure a safety net.
Even if he lost this gamble, he would drag down Achilles, Glu, and that pack of bastards with him.
Daniel, slouched on the sofa, looked somewhat exhausted. He had traveled a long way to get to Saint Rodu, but he was quite willing to communicate more with Cheng Daqi.
"Cheng, I think I understand your predicament, and I can only say Iβm sorry that someone as young as you still has hopes for this country, this world. But youβre smart, there are some things you should know.
For many years now, the power of this country has always been in the hands of major family clans, those hidden rulers. Not to mention anything else, think of financial giants like Vanguard Pilot, Belledβare you telling me their existence is normal?
And those so-called Great Commanders, each one is a puppet and many of them are relatives, not even bothering to put on a show. Why?
Because they control the media, they arenβt afraid of being exposed, because even if people find out, they canβt speak out!
biu~ Shut up!
They like playing this game, and moreover, itβs legal.
But we canβt do the same. At most, we can kill their dogs. If it wasnβt for you telling me, I wouldnβt even know about the existence of Caramacris, hahaha."
Daniel Washington wasnβt an ignorant street thug; he was far wiser than Cheng had expected.
The elder spoke rapidly, spitting words as he went. In his eyes, every person Cheng mentioned deserved to die.
"The so-called revolution in this country is impossible; itβs nothing but a dirty political game of one group of people replacing another. Once you choose to get involved, you canβt leave clean.
Those black guys think that because Lucian is a black man, they contently believe that the status of black people has undergone some kind of profound changeβHeavenβs sake, black people can be the Great Commander now, so black people are truly a part of America.
Shabi!
They think that discrimination against black people will decrease, thinking black peopleβs power will fundamentally change. But whatβs the reality?
Carter, Truman, Johnson, these three have one thing in commonβthey all have a relative, Lucian, who isnβt even black!
America is just a plaything for a small group of conspirators. Iβve always wanted to send Sani away, have her live somewhere else rather than mixing on the streets, but thereβs no other choice."
Cheng Daqi realized what Daniel Washington intended to say. He nodded with a bitter smile in agreement but said nothing, for he had no answer.
"You should leave. Anyone you want to deal with, I can take care of, but itβll take time, months or years. Wait for the opportunity. If youβre not in a rush, I can take care of each one for you.
However, I hope you can take Sani back to Hua Country. The future there is still better than in America, Europe, or any other place."
Of course, CEO Cheng wasnβt about to just slink away. The situation he had just described to Daniel was serious, but he felt he still had moves to play.
"I can send her away alone, Mr. Daniel. What you mentioned is part of the truth to some extent, but the truth is always multi-faceted. Americaβs future has little to do with me; my business and friends are all here.
I canβt just up and leave like that, tuck my head in like a turtle after being frightened just once. That would be too cowardly."
"Brave kid, hahaha, I wish you luck then, and letβs hope we never reach the point where the nets are torn and the fish are dead."
CEO Cheng felt a bit awkward; Daniel truly didnβt treat him as an outsider.
"Not coming to see Sani?"
The black brother put on his hat and dove into the tunnel, his footsteps echoing through the concealed passage.
"Forget it, youβre being watched, and I have to keep hiding, we both canβt afford any slip-ups. Let her focus on her studies."
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Eris, o Eris, having lost touch with Cheng Daqi, Eris turned to Wolf.
He now belonged to two masters, and the disappearance of one wasnβt a big problem.
"Youβre saying Cheng disappeared?"
Wolf Dracula had just ascended to the throne of Draculaβs power one day ago and was shocked by the news brought by Eris.
His first reaction was that he had been set up in a massive scheme, someone had put forth Cheng Daqi as a pawn, to trap him at a very low cost.
This kind of guess could only be made by old silver coins like Wolf; he thought of it in an instant and controlled his expression in the next.
"Yes. Can you get in touch with him?"
Eris, not noticing Wolfβs brief unease, asked expectantly.
The job was done, and the client had run offβa feeling those whoβve worked on projects can relate to.
CEO Cheng still owed him twenty million dollars!
"No problem, he talked to me just this morning. You keep busy with the publicity stuff; canβt delay the real work."
