851: Chapter 48 “Shaless” (Wrote 12,000 words after three cups of coffee, send votes!!!)_4 851: Chapter 48 “Shaless” (Wrote 12,000 words after three cups of coffee, send votes!!!)_4 Compared to the bloody power shifts of Dracula and the brutal Caramacris inheritance battles, the Crusoe family seems harmonious like a fairy tale.
If old Crusoe knew about the information hidden in the undercurrents, he might also sigh at how money controls people.
Sotis, being too wealthy could even beco a curse.
Perhaps so individuals with enormous wealth can achieve ‘good’ in the conventional sense in terms of moral and social responsibility, but these individuals easily beco targets in a highly competitive environnt.
Regardless of their intentions, the only solution for them to escape a passive situation is to beco the victor.
In this regard, the father and son of the Crusoe family have reached an agreent with their partners from complex family backgrounds.
Standing with victorious veterans is a strategy that makes winning more attainable.
“Nowadays, the young ones are really generous, giving us a hundred million dollars straight away…
Is this him laying his cards on the table?” Old Crusoe asked, puffing on his pipe.
Fatty Prince didn’t expect Cheng Daqi to be so lavish, and shockingly generous too.
“But there were two conditions…” Domo reminded quietly.
“That Benny guy is now broke, having divorced so many tis.
Poor man, he even has to support children his ex-wife had with other n.
Money can lure him over.”
The first matter Cheng brought up was indeed easy for Old Crusoe to tackle.
What he deliberated upon was the second matter.
“Just that plot of land…
Have you gone to see it?”
“Not yet.” Fatty Prince isn’t as work-obsessed as Cheng Daqi; he even couldn’t be bothered to visit the site.
“I suspect the issue lies here; he ntioned building a private prison, but a school is being built on that plot.
The difference between a school and a prison is significant.
If we can’t estimate a price that satisfies him, that hundred million dollars will only be words.”
This cunning old man really had so interesting insights, accurately guessing Cheng Daqi’s intentions.
“Father, are you saying we should inflate its value a bit?”
“Yes, that hundred million won’t be easy to obtain.” Old Crusoe murmured sadly.
“Then should we only proceed with the first matter?”
“Son, it’s not about the money, it’s not about the money.”
From Old Crusoe’s response and attitude, one could see why Cheng Daqi was willing to bring him into the sche.
This was an extrely smart, suprely self-interested capitalist who was incredibly astute and experienced, understanding the unspoken intentions of Cheng Daqi clearly.
Domo was still pondering whether he could shove this troubleso task off.
Ordinary people might think, why not earn that hundred million dollars if possible, but what about Old Crusoe?
He had already insightfully realized that this seemingly generous hundred million was not a gift, but pressure!
When Gru beca the general manager of West State Logistics, when Old Crusoe heavily funded the Joel Research Institute, when the California MAGA Party rallied under Cheng Daqi, after Old Crusoe repeatedly approached this vortex of power, Cheng Daqi made him a deeper invitation.
“Domo, have you ever thought about why Chan, and his backer Wolf, and Temir, want to pull Benny in, or rather—who is Benny?”
“One of the board consultants of Disney, and personal staff to Robert Iger!”
“Actually, Benny got his position through having many friends; few on the West Coast do not know him.
In Washington D.C., his fraternity brothers are spread across many governnt departnts, even up to the White House.”
“So, what do they want such a man for?”
Attempting to hire Benny, Cheng Daqi saw potential in him, and it was this seemingly insignificant task that allowed Old Crusoe to fully understand the ambitions of Cheng and his people.
“A lobbyist?” Fatty Prince asked.
Benny, under huge financial pressure, was clever, well-experienced, and well-connected, practically a predestined lobbyist par excellence.
“That’s likely, so it seems we’ve bet correctly this ti, it’s all young people after all, you’re far behind them, Domo.”
Alright, even a super-rich second generation has to be psychologically managed by ‘soone else’s child’; Fatty Prince found it overwhelming.
You really think too highly of , my real father, am I even comparable to those people?
“Shall I go probe Benny’s intentions first?”
“Invite him over, I’ll talk to him personally!”
Old Crusoe tapped his pipe, staring at Domo.
“Son, go take a good look at that plot of land.
I guess our compensation this ti will be offset with shares in that private prison; he actually thought I couldn’t see through such tricks, huh!”
Old Crusoe’s intention was not to disdain using the future prison project as compensation, but rather that Cheng Daqi had tightly hidden the entire plan, yet revealed crucial details to Domo.
This sort of faint probing or investigation, in Old Crusoe’s view, sowhat underestimated him.
Anyway, facing Cheng’s test, the Crusoe father and son, nailed it!
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All of Arica’s major tycoons have one core asset—banks.
The role of banks can sowhat be understood as ATMs and a stage for complex transactions, and as for regulation, that’s another issue.
The Caramacris Family doesn’t own just one bank, but nearly ten, spread across Arica, Europe, Japan and Korea, the Third World, etc.
Including their stakes in others, there are several dozen—they are simply too wealthy.
This is why Achilles dared to casually offer assets worth tens of billions to seek stability and why Temir is always sowhat dissatisfied; she isn’t soone who particularly chases wealth because she never lacks it.
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