Chapter 895: 3 Stirring up the US situation! Whether it's a human or a ghost, it's all you

2004 was the US election year.

And Happy Property, in the year 2000, proved its powerful ability to mobilize voters.

It is now July, and the Republican Party is holding its national convention; Republican delegates have gathered together, and after rounds of intense discussion and voting, they have finally officially nominated Bush as their presidential candidate.

As for the Democratic presidential candidate, it is naturally the 2000-2004 president, Albert Jr.

That's right,

it is once again this pair of old rivals from the year 2000, facing off again.

In the coming months of August and September, both sides will rush to all parts of the country to embark on a long campaign tour.

Then in October, there will be three televised debates.

And on November 2nd, the official election.

The result...

At such a critical stage, the soul of Happy Property, Li Jiayuan, was unexpectedly attacked.

Mount Sinai Hospital,

inside the VIP ward, the smell of disinfectant permeates the air.

Ji Mi Zai is half-reclined on the hospital bed, the wound on his abdomen wrapped in thick gauze, his eyes still clear.

Howard Dean sits on the chair by the bed, his eyes and face filled with just the right amount of concern.

"Jimmy, how are you feeling? The doctor said you were lucky enough not to have been hurt too badly."

Dean's voice is as gentle as a spring breeze,

"I am here on behalf of the Niuyuezhou Democratic Party to see you; everyone is very worried about your situation."

Ji Mi Zai tugs at the corners of his mouth, revealing a weak smile: "Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet."

"It's just that I took a bullet to the stomach; the doctor said I need to recuperate for at least half a year, and I'm afraid this job in the future..."

"What kind of defeatist talk is that!" Dean immediately interrupts him, his tone firm, "Happy Property cannot function without you! You are the backbone of Happy Property and an important pillar of our Democratic Party's popular support. This minor injury won't affect you continuing as chairman; everyone supports you!"

A look of being moved appears on Ji Mi Zai's face: "Chairman Dean, I will keep this trust of yours in my heart."

At this moment, Dean's cell phone suddenly rings.

Dean glances at Ji Mi Zai and answers the phone, his voice kept very low, but scattered words still drift into Ji Mi Zai's ears.

"... the general election is what matters... Jimmy's condition... cannot affect the votes..."

Dean's tone, from being respectful at the start, gradually becomes awkward,

"I know... I am talking to him right now... Alright, I will relay that..."

Hanging up the phone, Dean turns around, the concern on his face becoming a bit unnatural: "Sorry, Jimmy, it was a call from headquarters, asking when you can return to work; they are all hoping you go back soon..."

Coercion!

Ji Mi Zai reveals a look of anger.

A few seconds later, Dean's phone rings again; this time it is from Happy Property shareholder and Wall Street capitalist Robert Thorne.

Dean answers the phone, and after listening, his brow furrows: "Mr. Thorne, I understand what you mean... Sigh... Perhaps Jimmy is a person who considers the big picture... Alright, I will communicate clearly with him."

This time, after Dean hangs up the phone, he no longer hides the gravity on his face.

He walks to the side of the hospital bed and sighs: "Jimmy, to be honest with you, headquarters and the donors are very worried—now is the critical period of the general election, and the stability of Happy Property is directly related to the votes in Niuyuezhou and several other states. They... are afraid that your injury will affect work efficiency."

Ji Mi Zai coughs "weakly" twice, his eyes dimming: "I understand."

As soon as his voice falls, Dean's phone rings for the third time.

This time it is from President Albert Jr.'s office.

After Dean finishes the call, he sits back down in the chair: "Jimmy, Mr. Albert is also very concerned about your situation. He says that while personal health is certainly important, the general election is a major event for the Democratic Party and even the whole country, and the overall situation cannot be affected by one person's state. He hopes... you can prioritize the big picture."

"The Democratic Party will remember your contribution!"

In fact, Dean already understands in his heart that if Ji Mi Zai steps down this time, the chance of him returning to the chairman position in the future is almost zero.

Other Democratic capitalists will at most let him be a mascot, but will not let him regain power.

Ji Mi Zai looks at Dean and speaks slowly, with anger on his face: "Chairman Dean, you don't need to beat around the bush. I am injured and indeed should not continue to serve as chairman, so as not to affect the general election. I agree to give up the position and recuperate in peace for a year; within this year, I will no longer interfere in any management affairs of Happy Property."

Dean is stunned for a moment, clearly not expecting Ji Mi Zai to be so "sensible."

He immediately puts on an angry expression and slams the table: "Jimmy! What are you doing? How can they force you like this! I'll call headquarters right now and refute them for you!"

"Don't bother, Chairman Dean." Ji Mi Zai raises his hand to stop him, his tone carrying a hint of "helplessness," "I do need to recuperate, and... I also don't want the Democratic Party to have any mishaps in the general election because of me. After all, winning the general election is the most important thing; what does a personal position count for?"

Dean looks at Ji Mi Zai's "understanding of the big picture" and is overjoyed in his heart, yet his face remains filled with feigned heartbreak: "It is truly great that you can think this way. It's just... sigh, you've been wronged."

"Since you have already decided, I can only helplessly accept it. I will tell headquarters to retain your title of Honorary Chairman; if you want to come back in a year, the position of Happy Property Chairman will still be yours."

It's just a verbal promise anyway.

Do you believe me, or do you believe God?

"Many thanks, Chairman Dean." Ji Mi Zai nods slightly and closes his eyes, no longer speaking, as if he has exhausted all his strength.

Dean stands up and pats Ji Mi Zai on the shoulder: "You get some good rest; I will arrange for someone to coordinate with the Vice President of Happy Property to ensure a smooth transition."

Having said this, he turns and walks out of the ward, his footsteps so light it doesn't seem like he just went through a "difficult" conversation.

The moment the ward door closes.

Ji Mi Zai's mouth hooks up sharply.

"Heh~~~ as expected of greedy Americans."

"Everything is as Brother Zu expected!"

He personally likes to read, and was fed the world's top management talent card by Guan Zu; over these 5 years in the United States, steering Happy Property, his cognition and experience have developed by leaps and bounds.

This setup today is a trap he and Brother Zu cooperated to set for the Democratic Party.

On one hand, transferring all property resources to Brother Zu's side.

On the other hand, making the Democratic Party realize that without him, Li Jiayuan, Happy Property simply cannot function.