1004: Chapter 98: Victory is Bravery!
_2 1004: Chapter 98: Victory is Bravery!
_2 Cheng Daqi secured a strong enough voting base within the newly consolidated California Elephant Party—after all, the old California Elephant Party was too weak.
This voting base is sothing Niusen must also take seriously.
Upon hearing Will’s response, the Governor sighed with a hint of relief.
“The fact that you can identify the problem ans you’re not entirely foolish.
However, handing soone leverage can also be viewed as a basis for mutual trust.
Given that we’ve taken significant interests, we have a duty to bear this ‘insurance-buying’ responsibility.”
Niusen paused for a mont, his expression turning sowhat peculiar as he asked.
“How are our accounts looking now?”
He didn’t specify which accounts, but Will instinctively understood.
“Almost back to break-even…..”
The Governor’s expression twisted further.
“Hasn’t it already more than doubled from the low?
Why are we still not breaking even?”
The brothers’ aunt was known as the ‘stock goddess’ of Capitol Hill, making waves with her trading skills.
But these two unlucky fools ended up getting caught in Cheng Daqi’s trap, and to this day, they still hadn’t hit breakeven.
It could only be said that, compared to their cunning aunt who loved hosting lavish parties, they might have only learned to throw silver-thed soirées, but not the art of trading stocks.
“Uh, we’re just two million short, it might as well count as breaking even…”
Will cautiously attempted to soothe his beloved elder brother’s frayed nerves.
The Governor fell silent for a mont before decisively stating.
“That ans we can’t afford to wait, and we need to act imdiately.
Contact soone from ABC and tell them it’s ti to proceed.”
Niusen could almost visualize the way Cheng Daqi laid out his strategies, and he felt a thrill at facing such a formidable opponent.
If the world were filled with insignificant worms, how unbearably boring would that be?
“Start now, right away?”
Will was taken aback by Niusen’s decisiveness.
“Yes, go instantly.
By tonight, it needs to be on the television.
As for , I’m going to contact those internet influencers.
Tomorrow, I want him to witness an all-platform explosion!”
Here, the ‘him’ becos intriguing—it could refer to the soda-loving man sitting in the White House, or it might an Cheng Daqi.
The forr would symbolize Niusen, as the pinnacle of local political forces, directly targeting the nominal highest leader of Arica.
The latter would signify Niusen, as a core figure of the California Clique, fully committing to a decisive stance in collaboration with Cheng Daqi’s faction.
But regardless of who Niusen’s ‘him’ referred to, one thing was certain: Cheng Daqi’s plans continued to progress along their trajectory, enduring the pressure from Black Satan.
This was no sophisticated calculation; everything revolved solely around interests.
Neither Cheng Daqi nor Niusen suffered losses.
So where did these voracious wolves derive their gains from?
—————–
A muddled brain slowly awakened from sleep.
He groped for the phone beside his pillow and rubbed his face with his other hand, trying to clear his thoughts.
First thing’s first: check the stock and bond markets, confirm that he hadn’t gone bankrupt.
After closing the tracking software, he opened his beloved social dia platform.
As a ga influencer with tens of millions of followers, he loved reading fan comnts.
The thrill didn’t lie in flattery but in fans standing up for him, spraying online enemies with vitriol.
Occasionally, he’d personally get involved, using his own account to repost content with high attack power that he particularly appreciated, achieving a sort of purification effect.
In essence, the influencer model was the Cyber Buddha harvesting faith from cybernetic “grassroots” through innovative branding.
As long as purification was done properly, even if an influencer toppled their celestial gang, fans would still cry out in anguish.
However, he didn’t personally resonate with that sentint—after all, he had always seen himself as the ssiah of the present world.
His sins would be forgiven by God.
His virtues required the collective support of humanity to be repaid.
Without this kind of ntal fortitude, he wouldn’t have made it to where he was today.
Yet, today, Mr.
ssiah seed to have hit his breaking point.
Glaring at the line that reached number one on the platform’s hot topics, he swore aloud and pressed the bedside call button.
“What’s going on?
Why did these ssages suddenly appear on social dia?”
Pointing at his phone, he interrogated his personal aide.
“Sir, I’ll confirm that right away.”
The aide, desperately trying to enlarge his eyes to conceal the fact he had been slacking off and dozing, replied to the Great Commander.
“Hurry up.
This is too sudden!
My daughter’s fiancé has nothing to do with .
Everyone has their own life—it shouldn’t be like this.
This is an attack on !”
The aide quickly left, and the Great Commander, still fuming, dialed his younger daughter’s number.
“Tiffany, you need to imdiately…
It’s , your father!
No, no, never mind those trivial matters.
Your fiancé is in trouble.
Call him now and make him clear things up.
Until things are clarified, you’d better not have any further contact with him!
Damn it, go see for yourself—it’s already gone viral on social dia!”
But the second daughter on the other end of the line clearly didn’t give her father much face, leaving the Great Commander suppressing his fury as he tried to persuade her.
“Listen, you have your freedom, but you’ve enjoyed the convenience provided by the family, so you must reciprocate for the privileges you’ve received from us.
Although I am the Great Commander, these past two years have been far from easy.
The lunatics in the Democratic Party have been relentlessly trying to attack , like starving hyenas hunting for every possible weakness.
Don’t be naive, my child—you’re an adult now.
Learn from your elder sister, okay?”
Actually, the Great Commander’s earlier words were quite reasonable.
Tiffany, raised with elite education amidst the second-generation circles, could understand her father.
But the final sentence hit too close to ho.
Still groggy from sleep, the Great Commander accidentally spoke his true thoughts.
“No, that’s not what I ant.
Let’s just focus on the issue!
Sorry, Tiffany.
I apologize to you, but right now…
Fak!
Fak!”
The hidden strings of fate lie in the fact that all outcos are foreshadowed before their manifestation.
After the Great Commander repeatedly revealed his preferential treatnt toward the elder daughter, his second daughter gradually drifted away from him.
Pressure is rely the ultimate force that clarifies conflicts—like the straw that broke the cal’s back.
Could a cal truly die from a single straw?
—————–
Wearing an orange prison uniform, with a sallow complexion, Accountant Jia was once again escorted to the interrogation room by Burns’ subordinates.
Just as he steeled himself for yet another battle of wills, the officer across from him comnted with a hint of regret.
“Jia, congratulations.
It seems your persistence was the right choice.”
Accountant Jia looked at the officer in disbelief, then felt soone lift him from behind.
“Clack!”
His handcuffs were unlocked.
“You’re free now, but don’t forget.”
The officer seated across from him smiled and pointed to his own eyes.
“I’m watching you—not just you, got it?”
In movies, television shows, propaganda, and in the mouths of politicians, this behavior from the officer would be considered wrong, unforgivable, and subject to severe punishnt.
Yet, Accountant Jia harbored not a shred of resentnt.
The outco of freedom had already spoken volus, rendering the officer’s threat more of a mockery.
What do you amount to?
Accountant Jia’s face, dulled by the pitch-black days in prison, visibly revived in just a few seconds.
“Hahahahahahaha!”
“What are you laughing at?”
“Hahahahaha!”
The officer impatiently waved his hand and said.
“Fak, just escort him out.”
Accountant Jia retrieved his belongings from the property desk and, under police escort, walked out of the precinct’s doors.
It was already mid-May, sumr had arrived.
The midday sun was harsh; Jia shaded his forehead with his hand, feeling a sense of bewildernt.
So, it had already been almost a month.
This was the longest month of his life—his struggles, his persistence, his burning will, his infinite ambition—all quietly devoured by prison’s iron barriers.
Walls upon walls severed the inside from the outside, leaving no one aware of his perseverance.
Fortunately, he had made it through.
Cheng Daqi won.
Everything was worth it.
Victory equates to bravery.
He had won too.
“Lao Jia, you did well.”
Wearing sunglasses and exuding an air of a cool neighborhood elder, Li Haiping approached and patted Accountant Jia’s shoulder before helping him into the car.
“He wants to see you, but of course, if you want to see your family first, you can rest at ho for a night.”
Today, to pick up Accountant Jia, Old Li had chosen a stretched Lincoln as the ride.
Sitting in the car, Lao Jia’s gaze imdiately landed on the tightly bound Sun Zhounye.
He shook his head and calmly said.
“Brother Li, if it were just for my family, I wouldn’t have co through.
Let’s go see Cheng Daqi first.”
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