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Receiving a call from the elderly scholar Niu, Xiao Qi gave a brief explanation and then agreed to no longer stir up trouble in public places in America.

On one hand, he was showing respect for Old Man Cow; it made more sense to give Obama some face now rather than after he became president. On the other hand, this decision was also about his own business interests.

Xiao Qi understood that if you hated someone, don't always show your hatred; people will constantly be on guard and you'll find it hard to strike when the time is right. Instead, bury your hate in your heart, act casual around them, and wait for a critical moment—like when they're at the edge of a cliff—to push them off.

Of course, Xiao Qi's enmity toward America wasn't as deep. In fact, one of his wives was genuinely an American beauty, making him an American son-in-law too.

But while emotions were one thing, earning money was another.

Just like Clinton and Bush, they made life difficult for China when in power but once out, would act as "old friends" to China, constantly seeking favors. Clinton even gave seven or eight speeches in China, insisting that he wasn't shameless, making others believe him. Truly a genius!

So Xiao Qi decided to learn from his seniors; he'd only occasionally show off his prowess and always appear as America's good friend when it came to business.

However, Xiao Qi's bet against American oil futures had already caught the attention of Wall Street's big sharks, who were determined to take a piece out of him. This was unavoidable.

On a late afternoon in early May, Tony invited Xiao Qi for tea.

The custom of afternoon tea originated from either England or Guangdong—this much was lost to history. But it was well-known that people from these regions loved their afternoon teas.

In America, Xiao Qi didn't often indulge in snacks during the day, but after reincarnating, he drank a lot of afternoon tea for business and task assignments.

The weather in Chengdu in early May wasn't quite summer yet, but the sun was shining brightly. Xiao Qi usually enjoyed a cup of black tea, which had a slight bitterness that could be enhanced with lemon and honey.

However, he preferred it plain, just as he liked natural beauty over surgically enhanced beauties from South Korea.

Even the woman walking past their café didn't catch his attention.

"Hey, Tony, when are you going to stop staring?" The young man said lazily. "That woman's obviously got implants; can't you feel how hard those two lumps are?"

"You have no taste!" the fat American turned his head, disdainfully saying, "I'll just squeeze her tonight and who cares if they're fake? I'm not marrying her!"

"Would it be okay to break them?"

"I thought you were Schwarzenegger! How could you break them?" Tony said with a lecherous look. "Eastern women are like water; much more enduring than our American women, whose pores are so big."

Xiao Qi shrugged and didn't bother discussing such matters with the lecherous American.

The woman who had walked by was in her late twenties or early thirties, and apart from her artificial breasts, she wasn't particularly attractive. Xiao Qi wondered why Tony found her so captivating.

Americans were peculiar; while countless Chinese women were willing to jump on them for honor, respect, envy, and green cards, the ones they chose were mostly considered ugly by their own standards—super ugly.

Sometimes, Xiao Qi thought that if China and America merged, with Chinese people marrying American types, it would be a harmonious society indeed!

After drinking a cup of coffee, Tony whispered, "Young Master Qi, did you know that at least ten investment banks in the US want to take you down? Including Citibank?"

"Really?" Xiao Qi was taken aback. "Our relationship with Citibank isn't good enough for that? Americans are really mercenary!"

"Don't be so sensitive," Tony said with a smile. "It has nothing to do with me. In fact, none of us who are close to you participated; they excluded us."

Citibank had many acquaintances among Xiao Qi's circle—Tony, Wade, Powell, Mochiev, and Jiup. They were known as the Asia-Pacific faction.

However, compared to the Americas and Europe, the Asia-Pacific faction was clearly less influential in major financial centers. Despite being a key client of Citibank, Xiao Qi wasn't worth 5 billion dollars in this high-stakes bet.

They calculated that while they still made some money from their business dealings with Xiao Qi, the big profits were going elsewhere. The shares of DreamPad and its app store, as well as Chosegirl, had all been sold without their involvement.

If it was just a regular company's shares, it might have been fine, but these were clear golden geese—buy them and make money!

Xiao Qi's relationship with Citibank was so good that they wouldn't sell to him. The Americas naturally harbored resentment, deciding to win this bet against Xiao Qi to show him who was boss.

While the others were blinded by greed, the Asia-Pacific faction understood clearly: although Xiao Qi had sold shares in three companies, none of them went to a bank.

This proved that he wasn't planning on selling to any banks. If he did sell to other banks but not Citibank, it would be unreasonable. Since he hadn't done so, they couldn't say he was ungrateful.

That's why Tony came to Xiao Qi early to avoid any lingering resentment from his faction.

So, conflicts exist everywhere; it wasn’t just a Chinese invention. (To be continued.) If you like this work, please support the author by voting for recommendation tickets and monthly passes on Qidian. Your support is the greatest motivation! For mobile users, visit m.qidian.com to read.

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