Chapter 47: America, Oh, America!

"Chan, you've given me quite a surprise, you know?

After so many years in America, you're the first person to openly deceive me.

Your courage is remarkable. Interested in tasting the waters of San Lorenzo?"

Straight to the point, all emotion, this was Eris asserting dominance over Chan.

ABC's news broadcast has already aired the potential jackpot.

For Chan, he couldn't afford to lose, but Eris wanted control over their partnership.

With this in mind, Eris chose to assert dominance first, showing Chan his power.

Despite feeling a chill at Eris's veiled threat, Chan didn't flinch.

"Ha-ha, Mr. Eris, I can return the eight hundred dollars to you right now, to show my sincerity."

Chan didn't believe Eris would really care about a few hundred dollars.

He was expressing his attitude and sincerity.

"I don't lack that eight hundred. Chan, do you know the value of that viewpoint?"

Eris lifted his leg, picked up his cigar, and calmly questioned.

Realizing his show of dominance hadn't worked, Eris changed tactics.

Since you're clever, let's see how clever you really are.

He was curious about Chan's claim that they still had room for cooperation.

At first, Eris thought it was just an excuse, but now he was genuinely intrigued.

"Answer my question. Let me see if you have a brain for cooperation."

Chan knew Eris's question was a test, but he didn't feel nervous or hesitant.

The first step in convincing someone is communication, and they had achieved that.

"Mr. Eris, objectively, this viewpoint holds little value for me, but it holds great value for America.

The abortion debate has dragged on for years, hindering America's progress. We can share this viewpoint with a public servant eager to serve America.

Obviously, they want America to be better. This viewpoint can help America end the abortion debate.

What do you think of my idea?"

Despite the distasteful words, Chan maintained a calm demeanor, even a sincere smile while speaking.

For the motherland, he flapped his wings vigorously.

One person, one vagabond's voice may be small, but if through Eris, this anti-abortion viewpoint could be successfully promoted, then...

"But you've already spoken out about this viewpoint, and thousands of TV viewers have seen it. Its value is now gone, do you understand?

You sold me a gold mine, but you dug it empty before selling it to me, Chan. I'm really disappointed."

Eris thought Chan was too clever, so he directly presented his demand.

He wanted the gold mine!

"Mr. Eris, friends should help each other. Even if it means breaking some rules, I'll firmly hand this gold mine to you.

Besides, I came to America as an illegal immigrant because I love America.

This viewpoint isn't important to me, but it can make America better, helping you is helping America, and of course, I can't refuse."

Chan could help you, but you have to help me get legal status.

If you can't help me get legal status, then everything's off the table!

Smart people's conversations aren't that complicated; Eris understood Chan's demands perfectly well.

He didn't respond directly but instead quietly puffed on his cigar.

Eris was thinking.

In fact, he had already agreed to Chan's conditions in his heart.

It's just status; the Immigration Office is just the lapdog of the American elite.

Professionally, Eris and those lapdogs were colleagues.

Legal status might seem like an insurmountable challenge for illegal immigrants, but for Eris, it was just a matter of coordinating work with colleagues.

He was thinking about whether to absorb Chan into his team.

As a boy raised in a dynamic family, Eris didn't care about the race of his companions; he only looked at their abilities.

Chan's wisdom and composure made him value talent.

"Aren't you worried I'll use your status against you, Chan?"

Meaning the deal was on the table.

Hearing Eris's response, Chan smiled happily.

"Sir, aren't we friends?"

What's the use of holding my status hostage?

It's not in my plans for you to cooperate with me to operate this viewpoint.

When I had no money, you couldn't possibly ask me to kill anyone; now that I have money, I have ways to deal with your greed.

Moreover, I can always hide in the embassy.

I'm an illegal immigrant, but I have a heart of red, and I haven't given up my citizenship of Huaguo.

Murder is terrifying, but do you really need to kill me?

The client base for the anti-abortion Lee-Dai-Taosuo viewpoint is just one: Eris can only sell it to the Republican Party.

Coincidentally, Chan's target is also the Republican Party.

Once he gets the identity recognition from the system rewards, let's both serve as lapdogs for the American elite. We're all colleagues, and there's no conflict.

Only Eris is a real lapdog, and Chan is an undercover lapdog.

"You're very clever, so what's your plan?"

Seeing Chan smile, Eris wanted to smile too; he genuinely believed Chan had a plan; otherwise, this Asian wouldn't be so calm in front of him.

"Tell a story, turn me into a supporter, a supporter of a certain public servant,

together with him, let's make America great again. As an automotive engineer, I came to America to appeal to the American people to see the truth about abortion: it's unpatriotic!"

Chan's favorite thing was storytelling, especially when this story could also solve his identity problem.

"Deal, Chan. Wait for my message. Don't discuss that viewpoint with anyone else for the time being.

Fortunately, ABC is a Democratic Party-supporting network; they've already hidden that video. They unknowingly bought us time."

With the logic confirmed and the risks within manageable limits, Eris agreed readily.

"Mr. Eris, pleasant cooperation. It's best to organize a talent absorption plan for automotive engineers among illegal immigrants and find two more people to run alongside."

"Chan, interested in working with me?"

"I really am an automotive engineer, Mr. Eris."

"Alright, after you go downstairs, tell the delinquent in the car across the street to come back. Tell him he doesn't need to follow anymore."

In just a few short sentences, they hashed out a deal.

Chan and Eris smiled at each other, a tacit understanding like two chess players meeting their match.

The tracking guy, confused, left the old Ford van across the street, scratching his head, and went back upstairs to play games.

Watching the guy leave, Chan breathed a sigh of relief.

The blending was successful; not only had he turned an unexpected trouble into an opportunity, but he also saw hope of settling his status.

"Am I the protagonist after all?"

The blissful time of daydreaming was always short-lived.

Suddenly, a message from Zhao Hongjin popped up, shattering Chan's dream of being the protagonist.

"The video of the San Lorenzo Chinese community is going viral. Was it you who spoke?"

A video accompanied the message, a snippet from the TV broadcast.

Chan smiled wryly; the situation he had been worried about had unexpectedly arrived so soon.