956: Chapter 81: Devouring 4 – Tearful, the seventy-year-old granny did such a thing!_2 956: Chapter 81: Devouring 4 – Tearful, the seventy-year-old granny did such a thing!_2 As long as Mr.
Cheng is willing to compromise, the BEC matter will co out spotless no matter how it’s investigated.
However, the situation Mr.
Cheng is facing is far from reaching a point where widespread compromises are necessary.
Isn’t it just Gasetti sticking his nose into it?
He can still make so moves!
“What should I do next?” Sheriff Gru took a deep breath and asked.
Mr.
Cheng hesitated briefly before pointing the direction.
“Did Lake investigate your operations?”
“What operations?” Sheriff Gru asked instinctively.
He understood that Mr.
Cheng was most likely referring to those unlawful dealings.
“The illegal ones.
You need to make your subordinates feel the pain first.
It’s better to control the angle of the thunder yourself rather than wait for him to make a move.
At the very least, the initiative can remain in our hands.”
Sitting diagonally across from the two, the blonde woman let out an almost imperceptible sigh.
Her so-called ‘friends’ were all darker than dark.
Dealing with these people, Lisa was feeling quite the internal pressure.
“Understood.
But do you have any specific suggestions for how to proceed?”
Sheriff Gru didn’t hesitate much before deciding to adopt Mr.
Cheng’s advice.
What does it an to wield the larger picture as leverage for self-respect?
This is exactly what it ans.
“Just like the BEC case, if we want to deal with Lake once and for all, we need to give him enough bait.
Only then can we lure the snake out of its hole.”
Lisa frowned deeply; she was becoming more and more familiar with Mr.
Cheng’s approach.
Mr.
Cheng was never afraid of escalating matters.
Anywhere in the world, with limited resources, the competition for those resources is always cutthroat.
Being unafraid to escalate is both a courage and a skill.
“Chan, you said you didn’t expect Lake and his team to co after through Jia…
I hope next ti you can be more honest.
That’s not too much to ask, is it?”
Mr.
Cheng chuckled and brushed the topic aside.
“You misunderstood .
Anyway, the eting ti is almost here.
This is the first executives’ gathering for New Era, and apart from Mi’er, everyone will be there.
It’s to decide the main direction for New Era’s work in the second half of the year.
By the way, has Benny returned?”
If anyone else tried to brush him off like this, Gru would slap them right then and there.
But despite Mr.
Cheng’s blatant dodging, the Sheriff sohow managed to suppress his anger.
As long as Lake could be kicked out and Jax could smoothly beco Sheriff, he’d accept Mr.
Cheng’s evasiveness for now.
“He’s back.
Over in Washington D.C., per your instructions, he’s established connections with several congressn in areas related to New Era’s business.
In the future, if anything’s needed, we can activate these pre-arranged channels at any ti.”
Lisa, as New Era’s general manager, began reporting Benny’s progress to Mr.
Cheng.
“Alright…
After the eting, tell him to see in the evening, not the afternoon.
Make it after 7 PM; I’ll notify him of the exact ti.”
“In the afternoon, there’s an impromptu eting—Niusen and Madam Speaker are coming.”
At this point, Mr.
Cheng stood up and looked at Gru.
“So, don’t worry about it.
I can wrap this matter up however I want; BEC and Lake are not challenging.”
Actually, the afternoon eting was the result of Mr.
Niusen, being bullied in campus violence, calling his parent to confront the school bully.
But in Mr.
Cheng’s version, it beca a visit from the Governor and Madam Speaker to San Rodolfo.
Judging from Gru’s earnest, admiring expression, it seed he really bought into Mr.
Cheng’s reassurance.
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Mi’er wore a white dress with black polka dots today, giving her an appearance distinct from her usual deanor.
How should this be described?
The allure of a ‘dostic goddess.’
When Mr.
Cheng arrived, she was crouched in the backyard petting the Capibara.
“Why haven’t you co to see for so long?”
Temir didn’t turn her head, pretending to sulk but spoke with a tone betraying her barely contained joy.
It had only been four days since Mr.
Cheng last visited, but for her, it felt like an eternity.
“Hahaha, you know about the BEC situation, and then there’s New Era, West State, trouble everywhere…
How’s your negotiations with Wolf and his people?”
Mr.
Cheng picked up a feeding bowl at her feet and grabbed so hay to feed the Capibara.
Yet, this capybara seed uninterested in Mr.
Cheng.
It turned its head and refused to eat.
“Ha, look, it doesn’t like you.”
Apparently, Temir didn’t want to dive straight into sches as soon as she saw Mr.
Cheng.
She pointed at the obstinate Capibara to tease him.
“Has it already been fed too much?”
Offended by the Capibara, Mr.
Cheng found himself helpless against this carefree creature that seed immune to vulnerabilities.
Sotis, humans indeed lack the freedom animals have.
Without thoughts, one might avoid abstract suffering.
“It’s different from you; it’s very content.
Capybaras don’t have developed stomachs and can’t eat much.”
You, Chan, on the other hand, seem to have an insatiable appetite.
Winning once, twice, yet never satisfied.
This isn’t good.
Mr.
Cheng stroked the Capibara’s head.
The little creature didn’t eat his hay but clearly enjoyed his touch.
It tilted its head slightly, body completely still.
Now, it was Temir who was offended by the Capibara.
Without changing her expression, the black-haired wealthy woman pinched its flesh lightly.
The poor Capibara let out a sharp “Squeak” and leapt away, leaving Mr.
Cheng’s hand.
“I’ve t many people with Wolf, Chan.
So even say I’m very suited to take over my uncle’s position.
What do you think?”
Looking at the fleeing Capibara, Mr.
Cheng said wryly.
“Being a politician isn’t a good job—it’s exhausting and doesn’t make money.
The likes of Wolf and the Great Commander, those wealthy politicians, are rare precisely because politics is so dull.”
Endless lies, constant deception.
To survive in the political arena, no one can be normal.”
Mr.
Cheng was more inclined to see politicians as having pathological tendencies.
Take Cort as an example—this poor fellow’s sickness was terrifying.
“Yeah, all of them are crazed.
Like that old hag; she’s actually coming to et us.
I’m quite looking forward to the expression on her face.”
Madam Nanxi, who ruled the Democratic Party in The House for years, was nothing short of a born adversary to soone like Temir, stemming from a Republican Party patron family.
It was simply a matter of interests being too entangled.
“No, I’m more looking forward to Niusen.
He’s currently at a disadvantage battling us one-on-one, so he went ho to call for backup.”
If this were middle school bullying, it wouldn’t be anything noteworthy.
But he’s California Rancher representing counties…
hmm.”
Side by side, Mr.
Cheng and Mi’er walked from the backyard toward the estate.
Amidst lush greenery, Mr.
Cheng noticed the guests they had been expecting finally arrive.
Several black Fords pulled up in front of the circular fountain, and Niusen, along with his beloved aunt, stepped out of one.
“Look, Madam Speaker has arrived.”
The black-haired wealthy woman paused her gait, letting out a wistful sigh.
“The third-ranking figure in Arica below the Vice President.
Ha, Chan, thank you.”
“Thank for what?” Mr.
Cheng turned to ask.
“I know it was almost impossible for to win against Achilles.
You gave everything I have now.
Madam Speaker isn’t soone who shows humility, yet here she is visiting us.”
Mr.
Cheng chuckled.
Mi’er, oh Mi’er, you’ve finally stopped being so stubborn.
“Well said.
The Greek princess on the African plains is quite a romantic tale.
The place is breathtakingly beautiful, though it lacks Capibara.”
Temir’s faint hint of warmth was completely shattered by Mr.
Cheng’s words.
“The Greek princess on the African plains”
What kind of nickna is that?
Do you have no manners?
“Chan, I hate you!”
“You just said thanks to earlier…
Sure enough, won are always fickle.”
The two joked along the way, walking down the side path of the estate until they arrived beside Niusen and his aunt.
“Is that Chan, the one you ntioned?”
Madam Nanxi certainly noticed Temir and Mr.
Cheng, comnting with curiosity.
“They seem to get along well; look how happy they are chatting.”
Why wouldn’t they be happy?
The professional fake smiles committed at a distance make it hard to notice and seem warmth-inducing.
“Yes, he is formidable.
Temir may have so talent, but her man is different.”
The Governor recalled his dear millions of dollars and felt as if his heart were being invaded by a at grinder.
“You’ve repeated this nearly ten tis now, child.
Over the years, I’ve encountered countless people who were smarter than , lacked conscience more than I did, and were blessed more than I could ever be.
But in the end, only a few stand tall on this stage.
Geniuses aren’t special.
This world is full of geniuses dreaming of the Arican Empire.
They are rely at my gate.
But now, because of you, I have to co here and show a smiling face to two people who could have been my grandsons.
Niusen, Niusen, my child.
Do you think calling him a genius will make forget the fact that, at seventy-sothing years old, I’m here cleaning up after you, a fifty-year-old Governor?”
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