462: Chapter 71: Even the Worst Collaboration is Better than Confrontation_3 462: Chapter 71: Even the Worst Collaboration is Better than Confrontation_3 Can you trust ?
Temir had heard many people ask her this question, in tones hollow, perfunctory, and earnest, but CEO Cheng was different.
Cheng Daqi seed insincere yet sowhat genuine, but she no longer cared.
“Of course!”
The brunette rich widow downed her drink in one gulp, anxious yet courageous, choosing to trust CEO Cheng.
“Your opponent is not as smart, as perceptive, or as decisive, honey.
There’s only a chance for success if you go for it.
As for the so-called unpredictable future that can’t be navigated, that’s for later.”
“Gru is worthless, I hate him, but we need him right now, you see.”
CEO Cheng pointed to Gru, who was leading the bride into view.
Gru was nearly 1.9 ters tall, and his bride was at least 1.8 ters tall.
Gru weighed a hundred kilograms, and his bride looked to be at least eighty kilograms.
Gru’s build could take down a bull, and his bride appeared capable of taking on a wild boar.
“He’s really quite sothing, Chan, but it makes want to laugh.”
Temir covered her mouth, leaned against CEO Cheng, and whispered her snark.
“Hold it in, you’re the prettiest girl at the party today, and you’re also Gru’s mother.”
Cheng Daqi started laughing mockingly, with ill intent.
“Stop it, if my son married sothing like that, I’d be disgusted.”
When she saw Gru and his bride start to kiss, the brunette rich widow closed her eyes in pain.
I can’t look anymore, it’ll give sty in my eyes!
“But he’s really great, as a partner he’s top-notch, ruthless and clever, decisive too, with no damn principles or morals.
He’s a pure creature of interest.
Our so-called conflict—well, to be precise, mine—probably doesn’t matter to him in the least.
You see, he can even marry that thing, as long as we can establish a mutually beneficial relationship, he’ll think it through.”
Cheng Daqi’s analysis was incisive, and Temir nodded slightly in agreent.
“Chan, but it still bothers inside, just…
ugh.”
The brunette rich widow’s annoyance was not at all out of place, after all, anyone would feel the sa.
I effing saved you, and just a month later, you’re going solo.
Gru, you’re not being very polite.
“Control your emotions, Mi’er, that’s sothing you could learn from .
How much did you exaggerate back then?
Didn’t I handle it well?”
Temir looked at CEO Cheng with puzzlent and chose to kick directly.
“Chan, do you have a conscience?”
Mi’er was wearing high heels, and she applied a bit of force, causing Cheng Daqi to grimace in pain.
“Mi’er, do you have manners?”
“So, can you talk about your thoughts in detail now?”
“I’ve set my sights on an interesting target—you, Gru, Geweil, Eris.
I want to organize a hunt.
If we all make money together, then we’re all friends, and when you need support from the West Coast in the future, you’ll be able to pull people together more easily.”
“Leveraging with resource integration, you’ve put so much leverage into this, so the risk is high this ti?”
“No, the difficulty is in getting others to shut up and not beat around the bush.”
“Your power is too weak, why don’t you go for a round of financing with MAS first, what do you think?”
“As for financing, I want to bring in La Wolff; the Dracula Family’s money is there for the taking, and Wolf is a very interesting person.”
Wolf Dracula, that man was a top-notch human being, and CEO Cheng was extrely optimistic about him.
Temir understood CEO Cheng’s idea to bring more people into the ga, but her concern was elsewhere.
“Chan, so this hunt…
is it really for helping ?”
The expectation was clear in the brunette rich widow’s voice.
“Of course, mutual benefit, right?”
CEO Cheng was a genius at playing dumb.
Temir looked complexly at this clever scoundrel, then turned to look at the center of the wedding ceremony.
Big man marrying a big man, isn’t that a rarity, isn’t everyone a little girl who loves to gossip?
“No, that’s wrong, Chan, so pervert has been staring at the whole ti, he’s slightly to the left from the direction my glass is pointing.”
Temir said with a strange tone, as she spotted a chubby middle-aged pervert.
“Mi’er, I’m willing to duel for you no matter who it is, just hand a handkerchief.”
CEO Cheng jovially egged Mi’er on, then noticed that it was Rick Crusoe, Domo’s father, a real estate tycoon on the West Coast, who was looking at her.
Raising his glass from a distance, Crusoe smiled and nodded to CEO Cheng.
“You know him?”
Temir was slightly disappointed.
Fak, it wasn’t because of my charm after all!
“Domo’s father, a very impressive person, he seems to have taken advantage of that man quite a bit.”
Cheng Daqi had long discerned the depth of Domo’s dad; in his acting like a pig to eat a tiger, Crusoe had indulged himself imnsely.
“That man?” Temir wasn’t sure who CEO Cheng was referring to but had so guesses in her mind.
“Yeah, hanging a sheep’s head but selling dog at, doing his own thing while exploiting that man’s reputation.
He’s ostensibly running for office, but the campaign slogans are quite ambiguous.
His campaign slogan for City Councilor includes ‘anti-abortion,’ yet he wants to use public opinion to expand his influence in California, making a show of it.
Behind the scenes, he’s thriving in his business by leveraging the montum of integrating the California Elephant Party and even getting cozy with people like Benny from the Democratic Party.”
Temir thought for a while but didn’t see anything impressive about this person.
She asked.
“Isn’t it normal to be two-faced and deceitful?”
The logic of the brunette rich widow was normal, so it wasn’t surprising she ca to this conclusion.
“He’s educated his son rather uniquely, and his thods are high-leveled; that makes him stronger than most people who get rich by luck.”
Domo and his dad were cut from the sa cloth, seeming dumb on the surface yet sharper than anyone else in their hearts, both intriguing fat n.
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