Ace of the Dragon Division Chapter 911 - Cut off one hand and you can see my boss

Chapter 911: Cut off one hand and you can see my boss

Stenson looked at Jerry and scolded,””Is it the president position that someone else gave you, or is it the achievement that you fought for yourself?” Jerry: “What’s the Difference? “I’ve worked so hard just to get to that position and leave my name in history. The reason why I have to do it step by step is because I have a lower starting point than others. They have the support of two major sects from the beginning, but I don ‘t. But if there’s a chance, who wants to lose it? “Now that they’ve found me, I didn’t agree but came to talk to you. I just want you to give me a bottom line. I can give up this opportunity they’ve given me, but since they’re loyal to their main capital consortium, I can do the same. What I need is that you don’t just want to treat me as a puppet, I want to join the group! You told me last time and I’ve thought about it for a long time. I want to join now!” Stenson looked at Jerry and smiled.”They could’ve looked for you, so that means they want to start from you. They must’ve told you about the power behind me. You should know, right?” “I know, but not completely,” Jerry said.”The deviant Corp, right? You didn’t want to tell me before, and I was very curious since when did the United States have a consortium that could compete with the two major parties. The people who came to me said that you were backed by the deviant Corp! I suddenly realized. ” Stenson: “then you also know what kind of existence the deviant Corp is. Most of them are unruly and like to say no to all Rules of Order. They even dare to say no to the rules of the United States and will stand on the opposite side in the future. Are you sure you want to join?” Jerry laughed,”then you’ve underestimated the cold-blooded nature of a politician.” What was a politician? We’re just a political pa.s.ser-by. We’re just using politics to gain benefits for ourselves. To put it bluntly, it’s nothing more than money! Do you really think that the president of America must love his country? This country had no cultural heritage. It was built on a diverse ethnic group. The American Dream was actually for money. If this was not a country that was trying to make gold, who would be obsessed with the culture here? What was there? Other than capital and cash, what else was there? A superhero? That was the most laughable. The history and culture of a great country? It didn’t have any! You can even flip through America’s history. It has only been a hundred years. “No matter who becomes the president here, it’s all for their own benefit. After all, you’re not the president forever. You don’t have to be responsible for it. So, no matter which power seeps in, it’s awesome to be able to arm-wrestle on the stage of this country. The capital here welcomes all powers to come in and play together. This is capitalism!” “So?” Stenson asked. “So, as long as it can bring me benefits, I don’t care who’s behind you,” Jerry said. Stenson: “then why don’t you go to them? I can even support a new candidate from the Socialist Party. It’s not a big deal. That’s the rule. ” Jerry: “no, you don’t understand what I mean. What I want is long-term benefits!” If I go to the Democratic Party, even if they can really elect me as President, it’ll only be an eight-year term. After I’m laid off, I’ll be nothing. ” “Be more direct,” Stenson said. Jerry: “what I want is a spot in the group. Even if I’m laid off in the future, I can continue to benefit, including my descendants.” Stenson: “I get it. You’re negotiating with us, right?” “You can understand it that way,” Jerry said. Jerry wasn’t stupid. Others didn’t know how much the mandala group’s annual profit was, but he knew that the mandala group’s annual net profit was at least 150 billion! As long as they had absolute monopoly technology in their hands, they could acc.u.mulate huge wealth and become a world-cla.s.s GIANT consortium in five years. His current mood was like a temporary employee seeing the prospects of this company. Who wouldn’t want to sign a formal job and become an important or even middle-level employee? Indeed, the Democratic Party was very attractive, but don’t forget that the financial groups behind them were all long-standing companies. Who were you? Whether it was the Morgan family or the political family, Bush, they both had a strong foundation. If you didn’t have the capital, why would they let you join the army? It was to treat you as a political pa.s.ser-by, give you a sum of money after you were laid off, and at most allow you to partic.i.p.ate in many projects during your term to make a fortune. Then, when the time was up, you could leave. Smart people only wanted to continue climbing up after retiring, but fools only wanted to leave their name in the history of the M nation’s president. Just like Jerry said, this was not a big country. It only had a hundred years of history, it was not deep enough! Therefore, compared to the position of President, he was more concerned about real benefits! “You want to join us?” Stenson asked him. “Yes,” Jerry nodded. Stenson walked into the kitchen, took a knife, and threw it over.””It’s because you’re a politician that you can’t join. If you want to join, sure, but cut off three fingers for me to see!” Jerry was anxious.”You’re not a cult. What are you doing?” Stenson pouted.”Look at me now. I can earn 500 million dollars a year by relying on my boss to get into the side business. I’ve been with him for four years, and now I have two billion in a.s.sets. I’m on the Forbes list. Let me tell you, not to mention two billion, even if it’s 50 million dollars, there are people who are willing to cut their hands off! If you want to join us, the condition is that you’ll have three fingers and tangible benefits. In the future, you can have a stage to play in American politics. Our boss guarantees that you’ll become the second Bush family. ” “Why should I believe you?” Jerry narrowed his eyes. Stenson: “cut off one of your hands. I can take you to see my boss now.” Jerry’s eyes lit up. After hesitating for a moment, he reached out and picked up the knife. “Are you sure? When will I be able to meet my sugar daddy?” “As long as you stab him, you will have a chance to talk to him. It’s useless for you to be clear-headed with me. When you meet him, it’s up to you whether you can seize this opportunity to become one of us. It’s your choice. There’s no free lunch in this world!” Jerry was struggling. He knew that this was a test to see if he could squeeze into the real capital Circle and continue to play. After thinking about it again and again, Jerry finally raised the knife high, put his palm on the table in the living room, and then closed his eyes. The knife rose and fell, and his entire palm was cut off directly from the wrist. “Ah!” Jerry let out a deep scream. His head was full of muscles, and he was breathing so fast that he couldn’t even speak. “Anyway, my life was given to me by your boss. I know my bottom line.” Jerry said through gritted teeth. At this time, the bodyguards came in to bandage his hand and froze his broken palm. After stopping the bleeding, Jerry looked at Stenson with a pale face.””Can I see the boss now?” “Sure.” (At this time tomorrow night, explosion, estimated 10 – 15 chapters! In addition, you can go to QQ to read ‘the great G.o.d says’ tomorrow night and ask me questions.)