987: Chapter 94: It Turns Out, Silver Coins Can Really Buy Souls_2 987: Chapter 94: It Turns Out, Silver Coins Can Really Buy Souls_2 Not long after OC received financing, it was absorbed into New Era.
The group company then transitioned entirely into a nonprofit institution.
For investors like Giorgio and Sandi, this move was akin to a backstab.
But then again, everyone understood the rules.
A nonprofit has its own rules of play, and the bonuses that these people deserved were naturally going to be distributed—just like Cheng Daqi throwing money at Eris.
“I don’t understand California, but those Democrats are hell-bent on elevating the political status of LGBT people.
It’s disgusting.
People like us just have slight personal inclinations, but we’ve been exploited by schers.
Sigh, it’s even affected how my father sees .”
Giorgio’s words sounded contradictory and rambling.
If you claim to not understand California, why comnt on the Donkey Party Progressives’ LGBT policies?
The answer to the riddle lies within the riddle itself—how my father sees !
At this mont, Cheng Daqi finally understood what Giorgio ant by his earlier words.
Cheng Daqi tilted his head slightly and glanced at Giorgio’s expression.
The charming, gay “old boy” was coincidentally and faintly looking at him, too.
This wasn’t a lustful gaze, and Cheng Daqi’s unease eased just a little.
In the end, no matter how strong one’s inner resolve, selling oneself to forge alliances wasn’t sothing Cheng Daqi could stomach.
After a slight hesitation, Cheng Daqi made a decision.
“Gio, the LGBT issue is too complex.
While those civil rights progressives may have grand political ambitions, they’ve also done so beneficial work—otherwise, they wouldn’t get so much support.
So let’s not talk about that.
But I think you shouldn’t overly concern yourself with your father’s opinion.
Yes, you’re gay, not tall enough, and not exactly good-looking, but those are just external personal traits.”
Cheng Daqi’s words were sharp and full of attack—he knew how to hit where it hurt.
But this wasn’t the end; it was rely the beginning.
Giorgio didn’t feel the slightest bit offended.
The weak fear humiliation and the truth.
Giorgio didn’t; he was innately positioned as a winner.
There are many ways power is inherited, but one of the most enduring paths is bloodline, unchanged through the ages.
Giorgio’s ancestors once fought rednecks from the South on the muddy fields of Pennsylvania.
His great-great-grandfather had already endured all the hard tis his family needed to.
“In the mouths of many dia outlets and opinion leaders, people like you and others who hold advantages are said to possess independent souls, belonging to elevated, noble individuals.
These speakers need to profit from such psychological comforts, so they’ll unabashedly say such things, year after year flattering folks like you, the pitiable ones.
After all, these words are delightful to hear.
Politicians especially love doing this—they can even call a street sweeper a ‘cornerstone of democracy’ or the ‘great driving force of our nation.’
Who doesn’t love hearing these things?
This world of Cao Dan’s is disgusting enough as it is—why can’t people dream a little?”
Giorgio chuckled.
He knew Cheng Daqi was about to drop the “but.”
The main point was finally arriving.
Communication, in truth, is a simple process, especially between intelligent people.
Fortunately, the people Mi’er chose back then all had exceptional intelligence, making it effortless for Cheng Daqi to converse now.
“But Gio, you need to understand what you want—or rather, what you want to beco.”
At this, Cheng Daqi picked up his juice and sipped it, savoring the taste.
Communication is about give and take.
Cheng Daqi had now set the stage, waiting for Giorgio to make his next move.
“I’ve always had a question: why do people like and Wolf like n?
This question puzzled for many years, Chan.
Then one day, I finally figured it out.
That day, I visited a company I had a stake in.
One of the married female vice presidents tried everything she could to win over, even pulling out all the stops.
Since I wasn’t interested in won, I couldn’t get aroused.
But I didn’t stop her efforts; I just watched quietly, watching her desperately try to please .
Ha, that’s when I finally realized—I’m truly a pervert.
Actually, I sowhat support the Democrats, Chan, did you know that?”
A nonsensical story, an absurd self-analysis, a laughable question.
Cheng Daqi furrowed his brows; he couldn’t grasp what Giorgio was getting at.
Giorgio noticed Cheng Daqi’s confusion and smiled as he explained.
“I want to be a genuine friend to you, Chan.
I need your support.”
In this mont, for Cheng Daqi, the impact of Giorgio’s words was greater than Nanxi personally visiting to back up her nephew.
He leveraged Mi’er’s influence to ascend to Qingyun, with the focal point being the creation of new interests and emotional recognition between them—sothing that couldn’t be replicated.
Wolf’s entry into the ga was the ultimate form of leveraging the situation.
From the turbulence in California to the legacy shifts in family power, through the ambitions of Wolf, Cheng Daqi and he ford a superficial yet strategically aligned alliance.
Achilles gifting him and Mi’er a pile of assets was, in essence, a paid agreent for them not to stir trouble or fight for power—also irreplicable.
As for the partnerships with Nanxi and Niusen, every one of them carried hidden dinsions, with zero transparency.
It was all about taking things as they ca.
But now, Giorgio, this Arican heir, genuinely and sincerely wanted to join forces.
To Cheng Daqi, this invitation was incredibly tempting—so much so that he abandoned his previous planned communication strategy and directly asked, out of line, “What do you want?”
So, Giorgio, what do you want from ?
“Hahaha, we’re just becoming friends.
No need to make it sound like so collaboration between conspirators, Chan.
I just think that if we’re investing in Hua Country’s new energy vehicle industry, the amount of money involved is far too significant.”
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