People are watching American TV shows, and they are also watching American-style iaido.

What's more.

The next thing the two were going to talk about was the most important matter: running for president of the United States!

Ha, irony?

If he were to eventually become the President of the United States, let alone Ding Ze's sarcasm, even if Ding Ze asked him to eat shit, he wouldn't blink an eye and would immediately start eating it!

That's what a true man is like—able to bend and stretch.

“Mr. Ding, you’re joking. Last time, I was out of my mind and couldn’t understand it…” Liddell-Eton displayed the shamelessness that politicians should have, and launched into a long speech.

Ding Ze was delighted to hear this, exclaiming, "Mayor Eaton, you're amazing!"

The two chatted and laughed on the phone for a while before getting down to business, which was meeting up.

Since Liddell-Eton intends to run for president, their meeting should be conducted with caution.

Of course, Liddell-Eton had already made arrangements.

So, the location and time for the meeting were quickly set.

“Okay, see you later,” Ding Ze said.

“Okay, Mr. Ding, thank you for giving me this opportunity,” Liddell-Eton replied with genuine gratitude.

"You're welcome. I didn't help you for nothing, you know?"

“I understand, don’t worry,” Liddell Eaton replied.

"That's good, bye-bye."

"Bye-bye." (End of Chapter)

Chapter 212 Mike, The Last Invitation

In a high-end, members-only wine club. (The rest of the text appears to be website navigation elements and doesn't translate directly.)

In the box.

Ding Ze and Liddell-Eton sat facing each other.

Liddell Eaton very warmly handed Ding Ze a cigar he had brought specially, saying, "A Cuban cigar, I hope you like it, Mr. Ding."

Ding Ze took it and smiled, "This thing is illegal. Mayor Eaton is really going further and further down the path of breaking the law."

“Mr. Ding, just call me Liddal. We’ll be working together a lot from now on,” Liddal Eaton said with a laugh. “As for crime, I’ve done such big things, what’s this little thing?”

"Haha, well said," Ding Ze laughed. "I'm actually a little glad I didn't kill you back then."

Liddell Eaton laughed, "I think so too."

Looking at Liddell Eaton like this, Ding Ze found it quite interesting. At the same time, he was also very curious about what had happened to Liddell Eaton in the past period of time to change so dramatically.

Ding Ze asked.

Liddell Eaton lit a cigar, took a deep drag, smiled, and offered his explanation.

Actually, the matter is not complicated; in fact, it could be said to be a bit of a cliché.

After blowing Ding Ze's head off with a single shot in front of so many media outlets, and even in front of countless Americans, Liddell Eaton was instantly showered with honors and enjoyed immense prestige.

So many honors and so much glory brought Liddell-Eton a completely new experience unlike anything they had ever had before.

Liddell-Eton feels fantastic.

Subsequently, I gradually began to doubt my life over the past few decades.

In the past, he worked tirelessly and relentlessly, even braving gunfire to compete with book vendors. Later, he gradually became the mayor and diligently managed the city.

So what did they get after working hard for decades?

Once such thoughts arise, they take root like a virus and are impossible to shake off.

So, without a single flaw, Liddell-Eton kept thinking…

In this way, on one hand, there is a refreshing and exciting, very comfortable life experience, and on the other hand, there is doubt about the past.

Gradually, Liddell-Eton realized what was happening.

Screw being proper and obedient.

no point.

That's just how the overall environment is.

How many of the big shots in DC are actually good people?

Even the president is hardly a good person.

If that's the case, then what does his effort amount to?

Besides, I've already reached this stage of life, how many more years can I live?

Liddell Eaton made a decision that would change his life.

Then, some time ago, at a private gathering with the governor of New Mexico, Liddell Eaton happened to hear about the presidential campaign from the governor, who was quite drunk.

Ding dong.

An idea popped into my head.

Why not give it a try?

Maybe it will happen, and he can experience what it's like to be president for four years.

Anyway, fortunes change, and presidents come and go, so why can't it be him?

After several days of deliberation, Liddell-Eaton contacted Dongfeng Security.

Ding Ze, smoking a cigar, listened quietly, then smiled and said, "Why do I feel like you're trying to fool me?"

Liddell-Eton shook his head decisively, "Mr. Ding, how could I possibly dare to deceive you?"

Ding Ze grinned and exhaled a puff of smoke. "I hope that's true."

“I swear on the lives of my family, everything I’ve said is true,” Liddell-Eton said firmly.

Ding Ze didn't say anything more about it. Anyway, they would have to investigate later. If Liddell-Eton was lying, that would be simple. He could just shoot the guy and be done with it. It wasn't a big deal.

“To be honest, you are quite suitable, but as you can imagine, many people have also expressed interest in my actions,” Ding Ze said, puffing on a cigar. “Try to convince me.”

Liddell-Eton had indeed thought of this long ago.

After all, it would be strange if no one was interested in being president.

Having thought of it, Liddell-Eaton prepared his speech: "I want to be president, mainly because I want to experience that feeling, and secondly because I want to make more money so that I can live a happy old age."

“Mr. Ding, as far as I know, you are very wealthy.”

"Then I'll be frank. After I become president, you give me another billion dollars. During my four-year term, I will fulfill all your requests. Whatever you want to do, if it's within my power and I can do it, I will do it for you."

"how?"

This is so interesting.

Ding Ze smiled brightly.

America, capitalism.

The president is indeed a puppet of capital.

As long as the money is in place, whoever the capitalists want to be president will become president.

How interesting!

"What if I were to start a war?" Ding Ze asked with a smile.

“No problem. The United States has launched countless wars. With a little maneuvering and a legitimate reason, it can be arranged,” Liddell-Eton agreed readily.

“Lidar, you’ve really surprised me. I never expected to see you like this on this trip,” Ding Ze said with a smile. “I have to remind you of something: even the president, I can kill if I want to. So, the promise you made to me wasn’t just empty talk. Do you understand what I mean?”

Liddell Eaton's expression remained unchanged as he nodded decisively, "Understood, Mr. Ding. Don't worry, as long as we can get that billion dollars, nothing else matters."

“Very well, then we can talk about the details. You’re just a mayor. It’s much harder for you to rise to the top than for those governors,” Ding Ze said.

Liddell Eaton nodded. "I know. I've been in politics for so many years, I know the ins and outs very well."

The two just started chatting.

We chatted for about an hour.

We've covered most of what we needed to discuss, and this meeting is now coming to an end.

“Wait for my call. I’ll consider it. If I decide to cooperate with you, I’ll let you know,” Ding Ze said, standing up and addressing Liddell Eaton.

“Thank you, Mr. Ding,” Liddell-Eton said.

Ding Ze left.

It was already dinner time.

Ding Ze got into the car, lit a cigarette, and headed straight for the fried chicken shop where Uncle Fried Chicken often appeared.

Skillful.

At this time of evening, the fried chicken shop is in its peak dining period, and Uncle Fried Chicken is busy clearing plates and wiping tables.