Chapter 821 You really want to kill me? Father-in-law: I just want to draw my own candlestick charts, what's wrong with that?

Inside the presidential suite of the Waldorf Astoria Hotel on Fifth Avenue in Manhattan.

The lights flickered, and steam rose from the bathroom, filling most of the room.

Santa Claus came a little early in July, but it didn't dampen Mr. Chen's spirits at all.

Two hours later, the foreign language class ended.

Chen Yansen lay comfortably on the soft bed, shirtless.

Beside her, Veronica's eyes were glazed over, a satisfied smile playing on her lips, as if she were still savoring the knowledge she had gained during class.

After what seemed like an eternity, she suddenly remembered her father's instructions, looked up at Chen Yansen, and asked softly, "Do you have time tonight? My father wants to see you."

See me?

Chen Yansen frowned slightly.

He hates clingy women the most; once they're involved, it's hard to shake them off.

"Bangpu Group has not had an easy time in recent years,"

Veronica explained slowly, her tone tinged with helplessness: "Although our family is considered a long-established business in New York, ultimately, we still lack sufficient say..."

Jonard's business has not been going well in recent years; on the contrary, he has suffered repeated losses.

Last time, when we collaborated with Evergrande on a hotel project, we were tricked by Xu Pi and suffered heavy losses.

If it weren't for the later collaboration between Orange Construction, Orange Hotels, and the Bangpu Group, which provided them with endorsement, Jonard's situation would have been even more difficult.

After a series of setbacks, Jonard finally realized that it was not enough for the family to just have money; they also needed to hold power.

Even if you can accurately analyze and manipulate market candlestick charts, it's not as effective as drawing the charts yourself.

Now, although he is qualified to run for president, he still has no way of securing the huge amount of funds needed for the campaign.

After much deliberation, Jonard finally set his sights on Chen Yansen.

Firstly, although Chen Yansen is of Chinese descent, the headquarters of many of his companies are located in the United States, which allows him to circumvent the ban on foreigners participating in election donations.

Secondly, Chen Yansen has deep collaborations with giants such as Nvidia, Tesla, and Apple. If one can gain his support, one can take the opportunity to win over Huang Renxun, Musk, Cook, and others to obtain more financial sponsorship.

Third, Chen Yansen has the powerful tool of Mimo short videos to generate traffic, which can provide strong publicity support for his campaign and allow him to seize the high ground in public opinion.

After listening to Veronica's account, Chen Yansen couldn't help but chuckle.

He never expected that his trip to North America for an exchange meeting would be seen as Jonard's "lifeline" for his election campaign.

Funding the other party is not an impractical option, and the potential benefits are obvious.

But he knew all too well that those who had tasted power often had a reputation thinner than paper, and were even less reliable than prostitutes.

However, upon further reflection, given his mental strength, even if he couldn't train Jonard to be as obedient as Legge, he wouldn't let him get out of control.

Once a cooperative relationship is established, Senlian Group will surely be able to obtain more favorable policies and benefits in North America in the future.

Nothing much to do tonight.

Chen Yansen raised his hand and patted Veronica's shapely buttocks, agreeing immediately.

To be fair, young women in North America are indeed in near-perfect physical condition before the age of twenty.

The plump parts are full and rounded, and the slender parts are so delicate they can be held in one hand.

Like Veronica, who appears to have a large frame and a fleshy build, she has a clear six-pack and charming waist dimples, making for a perfect tactile experience.

"Shall I go and book a meeting room now?"

Veronica blinked her watery eyes, nestled against his chest, and gently nibbled on his earlobe, her gesture both tentative and alluring.

Chen Yansen nodded and then said, "However, you need to think carefully about how to repay me."

"Another oral English lesson?"

Veronica's voice grew increasingly seductive, her warm breath brushing against his neck.

at the same time.

Li Qingsong, based in China, was making a series of phone calls, repeatedly instructing the staff of Senlian Group stationed in the United States to ensure Chen Yansen's personal safety in all aspects.

Chen Yansen is not only one of the most valuable figures among young Chinese entrepreneurs, but also a leading figure in several core fields such as the Internet, semiconductors, and new energy.

Li Qingsong knew that if Chen Yansen made any mistake in North America, the consequences would be unimaginable.

But to his utter surprise, while he was filled with anxiety and sleepless nights back home, Chen Yansen in New York was enjoying a carefree and leisurely time.

In fact, people from the North American Anguo Association were even more worried about Chen Yansen's safety than Li Qingsong.

Chen Yansen could encounter an accident anywhere in the world, but never in North America.

Otherwise, researchers and businesspeople around the world will shy away from the United States and no longer regard it as their first choice for investment and development.

As an immigrant nation that relies on the siphon effect of elite talent, decline is inevitable once it loses its attraction to global elites.

On the other side.

In a luxurious conference room on the top floor of the hotel, Chen Yansen and Jonard sat facing each other.

In the crystal glasses in front of them, the whiskey, mixed with ice, gleamed with an amber luster.

"Would Mr. Chen be willing to sponsor me?"

Jonard picked up his glass, his tone tinged with a cautious probing.

He was well aware of Chen Yansen's financial resources and influence. As long as he could obtain financial support and publicity assistance from Senlian Group, his chances of ascending to the highest throne in the United States would greatly increase.

What can I get in return?

Chen Yansen casually swirled his wine glass, his gaze calmly fixed on Jonard.

Even if the other party is considered his "half-father-in-law", so what?

Mr. Chen always only talks about interests, not feelings.

"It depends on what Mr. Chen wants."

Jonard responded with a smile.

If I can be successfully elected president and master the ability to draw candlestick charts, why would I be afraid of not being able to pay the fees?

No matter what demands Chen Yansen makes, he is confident that he can fulfill them!

Chen Yansen picked up his glass and took a sip. The spicy liquor slid down his throat, bringing a burning sensation. He slowly said, "First, all companies under the Senlian Group must enjoy preferential tax policies for the next ten years. The tax rate shall not exceed 15%, and no discriminatory clauses of any kind shall be attached."

Jonard raised an eyebrow slightly.

While this request is not excessive, it involves tax legislation, and its subsequent implementation will require the use of a great deal of connections and resources.

However, as long as they can get funding from Chen Yansen, these are not problems.

He nodded slightly, signaling Chen Yansen to continue.

"Secondly, you need to push the relevant departments to relax restrictions on the export of Tiangong Technology's chips and Orange Auto's products." Chen Yansen put down his wine glass and leaned forward slightly.

He paused and then said, "Not only in the United States, but also in the European market, you need to open a green channel for Senlian Group. I do not want any form of technological blockade or trade barrier to be imposed on Senlian Group."

This point hit Jonard right where it hurt.

Currently, the United States has extremely strict export controls on high-tech products, especially technological products with core competitiveness such as Tiangong chips, which are included in the key supervision list.

Jonard knew perfectly well that the true rulers of the United States were neither the President nor the Rothschild, Rockefeller, Morgan, or other families that netizens were discussing.

Any family that can be openly discussed is no longer at the top of the power pyramid.

The president may seem to wield great power, but in reality, he also needs to abide by unspoken rules.

Making money is acceptable, but it must be done within a controllable range.

Once you touch the core interests of certain groups, you will soon follow in the footsteps of your predecessors, ending up disgraced or even losing your life.

"This one is quite difficult."

Jonard shrugged and said very frankly, "As you know, if I harm the interests of too many people, not to mention seeking profits for the Senlian Group, I'm afraid I can't even guarantee my own safety."

"Never mind then."

Chen Yansen waved his hand dismissively.

The implication couldn't be clearer: if it can't be done, then cooperation is out of the question, and he won't waste his time on people who have no value.

I tried my best!

Seeing this, Jonard could only grit his teeth, a resolute glint in his eyes.

"Trying your best is not enough."

Chen Yansen shook his head.

Jonard remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing the pros and cons.

Then, he raised his head and looked firmly at Chen Yansen: "If Mr. Chen is willing to give up some of his interests, I am confident that I can persuade the Hebrew financial complex."

The semiconductor industry in North America has never been controlled by a single family, but rather by an oligopoly jointly controlled by several major conglomerates, military-industrial complexes, venture capital firms, and central government agencies.

The real power lies with the board seats, voting shares, and the procurement contracts of the Anguo Association.

Among them, the Hebrew financial complex had the greatest influence.

They do not directly hold shares in chip companies, but rather control hundreds of funds through a structure of general partners and limited partners. They then use these funds to conduct capital operations at various stages, such as pre-IPO rounds, secondary markets, and debt-to-equity swaps, thereby indirectly controlling the entire industry.

“I can set up a dedicated branch and exchange the profits from this part of the business with them.”

After a moment's thought, Chen Yansen made his decision.

"no problem."

Jonard immediately nodded in agreement to the plan.

"Third, I need Mimo's operating rights in the United States to be guaranteed."

Currently, the Federal Communications Commission is increasingly tightening its regulations on overseas social media platforms. If you are successfully elected, you will need to push for revisions to relevant regulations and will not use 'data security' as a pretext to suppress Mimo.

At the same time, Mimo will be allowed to participate in campaign advertising, enjoying the same treatment as local platforms.

Chen Yansen continued.

Jonard quickly began to calculate in his mind.

The three conditions proposed by Chen Yansen, though seemingly harsh, actually precisely addressed Senlian Group's core interests in North America—taxation, market access, and operational control.

These requirements are difficult to meet, but they are not entirely without room for maneuver.

Of course, if Chen Yansen were willing to acquire US citizenship, everything would be much simpler.

But judging from their attitude, they clearly have no such intention.

He took a deep breath and looked up at Chen Yansen: "I understand Mr. Chen's requirements, but these promises can only be fulfilled after I am elected. Aren't you afraid that I will break my word then?"

Breaking a promise?

Then you've had enough of living!

Chen Yansen looked at Jonard with a smile, his eyes calm yet carrying an invisible sense of pressure, without saying a word.

The powerful confidence emanating from that smile inexplicably instilled a sense of dread in Jonard.

"Just kidding, just kidding." Jonard laughed awkwardly and quickly tried to smooth things over: "Business is business, and integrity is the foundation of cooperation. Of course, I won't go back on my word."

In the following time, Chen Yansen actually chatted with this "half-father-in-law" about the details and precautions of the election.

From the focus of policy proposals to the entry point for public opinion campaigns, and then to campaign strategies in key swing states, he analyzed everything in a logical and clear manner.

Jonard listened in stunned silence, his mind filled with doubt: how could a Chinese person like him know more about his country's election rules than a native-born American? Whose country is this anyway?

Two hours later, the two walked out of the conference room with smiles on their faces.

Seeing this, Veronica, who was guarding the door, immediately understood that the matter had been settled and couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Jonard was very tactful; after a few brief pleasantries, he took the initiative to leave.

As for his youngest daughter, he didn't care about her.

If you want to rise to the top, what's a few sacrifices?

After all, Chen Yansen has promised to personally lobby New York's newly wealthy circles to help his campaign and significantly increase his chances of winning.

Chen Yansen put his arm around Veronica's waist and walked towards the elevator.

Just then, a middle-aged man with a full beard walked over from the opposite side, about five or six meters away from them.

Sudden!

The middle-aged man suddenly pulled out an object the size of a pen from his pocket and pointed it at Chen Yansen without hesitation!

A stream of slightly yellow, odorless liquid shot over at an extremely fast speed!

Faced with the sudden attack, Chen Yansen remained calm and showed no panic.

The next second, two staff members from Fengjun Security reacted quickly.

Drawing the gun, firing, suppressing, and controlling—the entire sequence of actions was executed seamlessly without the slightest hesitation.

The middle-aged man was shot in the right leg and right hand, and fell heavily to the ground, where security personnel pressed him firmly onto the cold marble floor.

He stared blankly at Chen Yansen, his face filled with disbelief and utter bewilderment.

The effective range of this venom launcher is ten meters. The two people were clearly less than four meters apart just now, so why did the venom land midway?

The equipment had clearly undergone a double check before the operation, so there was no way it could have malfunctioned!

The hotel's security personnel and members of the North American Anguo Association, who had been hiding in the shadows, rushed out, their faces ashen.

They were furious!

Everyone knows that if Chen Yansen were to encounter misfortune in North America, it would cause a huge uproar with unimaginable consequences.

Chen Yansen glanced down at the liquid stains on the ground.

Ordinary people might not be able to detect it, but in his divine sense, the properties of that liquid were clearly visible.

He quickly identified it as the infamous VX nerve agent!

One of the most toxic chemical weapons in human history.

Its toxicity is 100 times stronger than sarin; just a drop on the skin can kill a healthy adult within minutes.

Once you get infected, even a god would be helpless!

Chen Yansen pulled Veronica back seven or eight meters, and couldn't help but laugh.

Who the hell is this? They really want to kill him!

At the same time.

The heads of several major North American families are gathered in a secret room, intensely discussing whether to make every effort to win over Chen Yansen, and whether the enormous value of the Senlian Group is worth such a high price.

Opinions differed among the people.

Some people feel prejudiced against Chen Yansen because he is Asian and of a different race from themselves.

Some also believe that the Anguo Association's investigation was biased and underestimated Chen Yansen's personal abilities and the development potential of the Senlian Group.

"Knock knock knock—!"

A series of urgent knocks on the door interrupted the discussion.

"Come in!"

The middle-aged white man sitting in the main seat spoke in a deep voice, his tone tinged with impatience.

A man who appeared to be an assistant pushed open the door and said in a flustered voice, "Gentlemen, Chen Yansen of the Senlian Group has been poisoned at the Waldorf Hotel."

The killer used VX nerve agent!

His voice wasn't loud, but it boomed like thunder in the secret room.

For a moment, everyone looked at each other, their eyes filled with shock and doubt.

VX nerve agent, or diisopropylaminoethylphosphonic acid thiol ester, is an organophosphorus nerve agent.

Its residue is extremely strong and can remain on the ground and clothing for weeks or even months.

Skin contact with 6 milligrams, or inhalation of 30 micrograms, can be fatal within seconds.

This toxic agent has long been listed as a globally restricted substance and was ordered to be completely destroyed by the Global Association twenty years ago.

Who did it?

The people in the secret room exchanged glances, their eyes filled with suspicion.

The white-haired old man in the main seat suddenly stood up, slamming his cane heavily on the ground: "Who did this?!"

Taking action against Chen Yansen at this critical juncture is undoubtedly a provocation against them!

"What's the situation on the ground?" someone asked in a deep voice from the corner.

"The attack failed! Chen Yansen was unharmed, and the perpetrator has been apprehended."

The problem is that VX nerve agent leaked in an open environment.

The assistant quickly reported.

(End of this chapter)