America: I'm really not crazy

Chapter 68 Li Wei and the others give Lawrence a surprise

Upon landing in Washington, Lawrence Chambers saw Cardgar Portfield waiting for him in the waiting hall of Dulles International Airport.

"Welcome back to Washington, my 'Prince'!"

Khadgar opened his arms enthusiastically.

But Lawrence didn't seem to be buying it.

"If I'm the 'prince,' are you the 'court jester' or the 'servant'?"

Khadgar, who had already walked over, froze.

But the next moment, Lawrence took the initiative to hug him.

"What? You don't like my 'joke'?"

Khadgar's face was contorted as he turned away from Lawrence, but the moment they separated, he put on a smile again.

"Lawrence, you still have such a great sense of humor."

"I wasn't actually joking just now."

Lawrence looked very serious.

Khadgar felt as if a liter of molten iron had been poured into his lungs, but the smile on his face remained unchanged.

"It's a joke, isn't it?"

Lawrence smiled after hearing Khadgar's words.

"certainly."

So, that's why Khadgar hates Lawrence.

This bastard really loves to "play".

However, as a competent political being, interests outweigh emotions.

"Let's get in the car and have some food first. Although you brought a cook on the plane, the limited resources here probably won't be enough to satisfy your 'greed'."

"Desire is the ladder of human progress."

Lawrence smiled and got into the extended Cadillac Escalade that Khadgar had prepared for him.

Khadgar sat next to Lawrence at the other end of the back seat.

"How long are you planning to stay in Washington this time?"

Khadgar began to probe Lawrence's intentions.

But Lawrence seemed not to hear, resting his chin on his hand, gazing quietly at Xingxing in the sky through the car window.

Khadgar's lips twitched slightly, but he quickly changed the subject.

"It's quite a coincidence that the kid from the Gallard family landed in Miami not long ago, so you could say you just missed each other."

Lawrence finally responded.

"Excuse me, I was a little lost in thought just now. What did you just say?"

How long are you planning to stay in Washington?

Khadgar asked the question that concerned him.

This time, Lawrence couldn't pretend he hadn't heard.

Because even a "boring individual" like Khadgar Portfield still has a purpose.

Before leaving home, his father even gave him a special instruction—don't go too far with that mad dog before it takes effect.

"I plan to travel around as a 'tourist' for a few days."

"You know, my father is a control freak. I finally get to come out of town, so I have to have a good two days of fun no matter what."

Lawrence answered, but it was tantamount to giving no answer at all, because his words contained no substantive content.

But Lawrence, who had already answered one question, believed it was Khadgar's turn to answer.

Because that's the rule.

"Thomas Gallard, judging from the information alone, is an incredibly boring person."

"But it seems like something's happened to him recently..."

As Lawrence spoke, the hand that had been supporting his chin waved slightly, as if conducting an orchestra.

"Interesting changes."

Then, for the first time since getting into the car, he looked directly at Galad.

"What do you think, our future 'President'?"

Your Excellency the President... what a wonderful title, but it comes at a price.

"A declaration of war against 'us,' he's preparing to run for mayor of Miami and pull out the nails we just planted."

Based on his known intelligence, Khadgar made his own judgment, while emphasizing "us".

Lawrence, however, seemed to have suddenly lost interest and looked back at the starry sky outside the car window.

"If that's really the case, then it's probably...too boring."

Commanding a battle without any risk was really boring for Lawrence.

Khadgar paused, then took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and chewed it with a somewhat vicious expression.

It was as if he was biting into Lawrence's bone.

At that moment, Lawrence unexpectedly reached out a hand.

Give me one.

Although I really wanted to smash the chewing gum into Lawrence's mouth and then pull the trigger with the gun under my arm to shoot the gum into Lawrence's mouth.

but……

Self-interest outweighs emotions!

Khadgar was inwardly raging, but maintained a smile on his face as he pulled out a piece and placed it in Lawrence's hand.

"Thanks."

Lawrence thanked him politely, but... he would also thank his dog when it brought the frisbee back.

Because this is what he considers the "cultivation" of an elite, and it's what distinguishes him from a "dog" like Khadgar.

But Khadgar appreciated it, just like how Lawrence would praise his dog with a "good dog" after catching the frisbee, making the dog grin.

Khadgar laughed and even shared some information with him.

"That little bastard from the Gallard family has already made his move."

As he spoke, Khadgar took out his phone, brought up the live TV feed, and handed it to Lawrence.

Lawrence didn't take it, but his eyes were downcast as he glanced at it.

On the screen, a man with a handsome mustache is holding a press conference.

He stood on the podium, with a screen beside him.

The accounts scrolled continuously on the screen.

Each account entry clearly indicates its source and destination.

A man named Luca Sutton had illicit financial dealings with many people.

These include, but are not limited to, bribery, accepting bribes, illegal operations, and so on, the list goes on.

Lawrence's expression finally changed when one of the less conspicuous but clearly visible accounts came into view.

"Panama, Offshore Account: AK-7731-Miami-03, Inflow: $350 million, Outflow: $300 million (Matt Damon Campaign Account), Balance: $50 million (Note: Pending Allocation)."

The information is so clear that anyone who can read can understand what this line of text represents.

Matt Damon used Luca Sutton's position to engage in "vote-buying".

This operation itself is nothing special. In America, every ballot has a price tag, which is one of the reasons why the Restoration Society is so powerful—they have money.

However, this kind of operation cannot be carried out openly because it is illegal. Similarly, this is one of the reasons why the Revival Society is not powerful enough—for now, they can only make rules, but cannot define laws.

The presence of Galad and his allies has hindered the smooth progress of this process.

"This is really bad news."

There was no trace of anger or anxiety in Lawrence's tone, only calm.

A kind of calm that comes from a lack of interest.

He didn't care what the revival would lose, or even whether the revival would exist at all.

Because even without the Revival Society and without the surname "Chambers," he was still "Lawrence."

But being too "passive and unmotivated" will make that twisted, controlling old man lose his temper.

Teasing a mad lion is far less fun than teasing a cunning, scoundrel human.

Even if, ethically speaking, that bastard should be called "father."

So, he finally spoke up.

"Mr. Portfield, now is the time to prove your worth."

"Use whatever method you want, I only care about the result."

"Do you understand?"