Awakening the Daily Intelligence System

Chapter 456: 169, Elder Mr. Chen, don’t worry, we are going to meet soon! _1

Bryan Dennison did not directly agree, nor did he refuse, but counter-asked, “If I’m not mistaken, you want that little guy from the Johnson family to become the Duke of our country?”

“What are you trying to achieve with this?”

He had been paying attention to the American ducal election and, considering the series of events that had occurred previously, quickly associated it with Johnson Foster.

However, Dennison couldn’t understand why Lin Mo would choose a businessman with no governance experience.

Easy to manipulate?

Heh.

If that was the thought, then he believed Lin Chen was bound to be disappointed.

Because even the best puppet on stage, without the stage and lights, and the support of the audience beneath, is nothing but a clown dancing alone in the night.

The Duke is the puppet.

The people of America are the audience, and those who truly control the direction of the story and the special lighting effects are these little-known families and interest groups.

Lin Mo leaned slightly backwards, crossed his arms, and answered calmly, “I’m sorry, I can’t tell you the reason for doing this, but I can promise you, what I plan to do will not harm America’s interests, and it’s not complicated either.”

If it were someone else saying this, Bryan Dennison would definitely think it was a lie.

But he saw no sign of lying in Lin Chen, and for their family, even withdrawing from this ducal election was acceptable as long as the Duke didn’t end up in the hands of those from the Conservative Party who bore a grudge against their family.

Especially allowing a political neophyte to become Duke, which wouldn’t really affect their family much.

Bryan Dennison quickly made a decision, “I can have Ron DeSantis withdraw from the ducal election, and give all his votes to that little guy Foster.”

“But, I must warn you, Hamilton is not an easy woman to deal with, and I’m keen to see how you will handle her.”

In fact, even he was not certain he could defeat Hamilton, due to her background also being extremely powerful, not only deeply rooted in politics but also deeply entangled with families managing America’s healthcare insurance and prisons.

That’s right,

In capitalist America, even prisons are privately owned industries.

The market of insurance and prisons combined is nearly as big as the arms trade that Bryan Dennison controlled.

Lin Mo smiled and said, “You’ll know about that in a couple of days, spoiling it in advance would be no fun.”

“Fine, then I’ll just wait for your performance. If your ‘miracle drug’ is effective, the Bryan Family would be delighted to be your friend and offer you some assistance,” Bryan Dennison, sensing the confidence in Lin Chen, turned to his son standing beside and said, “Go and convey my decision to DeSantis.”

The middle-aged man’s expression shifted, he hesitated to speak, but in the end, reason triumphed over anger, and he said resentfully, “I understand, Father.”

Once he left the living room, Bryan Dennison felt extremely exhausted, and as the pain tortured him, his eyes unconsciously squinted, looking like a candle flame that could extinguish at any moment.

With a weak gesture, he said, “Mr. Lin, our conversation ends here, I need to rest, please feel free to make yourself at home.”

Having achieved his goal, Lin Mo naturally saw no need to stay any longer, stood up and said, “Elder Mr. Dennison, goodbye, I will have the medication sent over shortly.”

Bryan Dennison nodded with difficulty, his butler wheeled him into the adjacent elevator.

Lin Mo took a step outside, and without realizing it, the image of Chen Shanhe appeared in his mind.

He had put in so much effort, all for Chen Shanhe in Japan.

And of course, to pave his own muddy path back home with some rubble and asphalt.

“Just one last step, and Foster will be seated on the throne of the Duke.”

“Elder Mr. Chen, the day we meet is not far away!”

Lin Mo mused to himself, got into the business van parked at the entrance of the villa, and in the face of America’s first dawn light, headed home.

…..

Thousands of miles away, in Japan.

The capital, halfway up Mount Atago.

Within a secluded villa complex.

Chen Shanhe, dressed in sportswear, having just finished exercising, sat in a chair in the front yard to rest.

Though advanced in years, thanks to regular exercise and a good mindset, he appeared to be in his fifties to the outside observer.

Compared to some fifty-year-old salarymen, he was in even better shape.

Qian Sheng walked in from outside, tablet in hand, and reported, “Elder Chen, there’s some trouble in America, the ducal election is unfolding differently from what you had anticipated.”

Chen Shanhe had also been monitoring the American ducal election.

Not because he knew of Lin Mo’s presence in America, but because Japan and America had a special relationship, superficially two countries, but in reality more like a suzerain and vassal state.

Chen Shanhe, possessing transcendent authority in Japan, naturally paid attention to the major events occurring in America.

After all, the accession of a new Duke will also affect the future ecosystem of countries like Japan and the Peninsula.

“No panic, if the sky falls, there will be a tall one to catch it,” Chen Shanhe said nonchalantly as he put down the snack in his hand and asked lightly, “Tell me, what has happened?”

Qian Sheng handed over the tablet: “Please take a look at this. I’ll explain as you go through it.”