Chapter 575: The Statue of Liberty Descends to Earth

[Is the First Female President in History About to Be Born?]
Nadtang wanted to smash the TV first thing this morning.
That damned headline on the screen was like a steel needle dipped in chili water, stabbing straight into his eyeball.
“What the hell is going on?!”
He grabbed the remote control, as if it were a swipe of an enemy's neck, and slammed the noisy metal box shut off. He roared at his campaign team,
“Why is that woman Hillis's approval rating still skyrocketing like a rocket?!”
His trusted aide beside him replied cautiously, a bitter expression on his face:
“Please calm down… all the media is singing her praises right now.
“A milestone in American history,” “A great awakening of women’s power”… they’re practically hailing her as the Statue of Liberty descended to earth.”
“Bullshit! Her?
A woman who popped out of nowhere, her resume is as thin as a piece of paper. Besides her gender, what else is there to boast about?”
Nadtang kicked over the low table in front of him in a fit of rage.
Indeed, Hillis’s political career was unremarkable, with no earth-shattering achievements or deeply moving political accomplishments.
She was thrust into the running purely because incumbent President Eden abruptly withdrew from the race, catching the Democratic Party completely off guard.
But this backup plan, which no one seemed to value, has now surprisingly surpassed him, the star candidate from the Communist Party, in the polls.
This is utterly ridiculous!
"What have those incompetent Communists been doing?!
Didn't I already give them orders?
Do everything in your power! Win back the support!
Are they just going to stand by and watch the presidency slip away again to those sissies from the Democratic Party?!"
"We...we've tried everything. But..." Cold sweat trickled down the aide's temples.
"But what? Spit it out!"
"But... Fang Huan Investment's invisible hand has already gripped the throat of all public opinion. We'll have very little chance of turning things around.
No matter how much money we spend, how many headlines we buy, or how much of a storm we create on social media, they'll suppress us completely within minutes.
Like a pebble thrown into the ocean, it won't even make a sound; it'll be swallowed up instantly."
Na Detang fell silent, a deep sense of powerlessness washing over him.
He was born a prodigy, born with a diamond spoon in his mouth. From childhood, the only truth he believed in was—
There's no problem in the world that money can't solve.
If there is, then it's because you don't have enough money.
But this time, his prized financial power seemed to have failed him.
No matter how many billions of dollars he poured in, as long as Fang Huan Investment made a move, all his efforts would vanish.
In the past, any outrageous statement he made could create a massive uproar on social media, making him the center of attention.
But now?
Even if he announced he was a Namekian, the media collectively turned a deaf ear, as if he were invisible.
This frustrating feeling of having no outlet for his power was driving him crazy.
“How about…we try contacting Fanghuan Investment now?” an aide suggested hesitantly, mustering his courage.
“Contact them? Are you blind? They’re treating that woman like their own daughter right now.
If I offer my face now, do you think they’ll treat me well?”
Nadtang scoffed.
“That’s hard to say,” the aide’s eyes flashed with a glint of shrewdness,
“Because we’ve discovered that some of Fanghuan Investment’s current actions are practically a blatant slap in the face to the Democratic Party, completely contrary to their core principles!”
“Oh? How so?”
“Look, Fanghuan Investment’s subsidiaries, like Disney and Netflix, these media giants.
Their recent content is frantically purging the 'PC' elements championed by the Democratic Party.
The films they make, the content they create, are all a slap in the face to the Democratic Party. They’re practically enemies.”
“Isn’t that just for making money? Purely commercial behavior.” Nadtang said dismissively.
Once upon a time, during President Eden's term, the "PC" craze grew increasingly bizarre.
Previously, advertisements and films featured uniformly handsome men and beautiful women, pleasing to the eye.
Now, the protagonists' appearances increasingly challenged the limits of human aesthetics, as if not casting an unattractive character was discriminatory against the disadvantaged.
The problem was, this crooked trend had spread so rapidly that countless people were already resentful and disgusted.
Fanghuan Investment, like a breath of fresh air, boldly intervened at this critical juncture, precisely seizing this pain point and utterly dismantling this hypocritical system.
All for the sake of building an entertainment empire purely focused on being "good-looking, fun, and exciting."
“Mr. Nadetang, this is not merely a business transaction; it's a blatant declaration of allegiance!”
The aide emphasized,
“Fanghuan Investment's actions are not gentle reform, but outright subversion!
Their values ​​are completely incompatible with the Democratic Party's hypocritical rhetoric; on the contrary…
they coincide with our and the Communist Party's ideals!
The hidden message behind this is—what they truly want might be us!
Perhaps they are simply waiting for the right opportunity, or… waiting for us to offer our allegiance!”
What Fanghuan Investment truly wants is not the Democratic Party, but the Communist Party?
This thought exploded in Nadetang's mind like a thunderbolt.
“…”
He fell into deep thought, his mind in turmoil.
He, the dignified Nadetang, the chosen one destined to lead the most powerful nation on this planet, was actually bowing and scraping to a mere commercial company?
This was an utter disgrace, more unbearable than admitting his hair was fake.
“Mr. Nadetang, those who achieve great things don't concern themselves with trifles! Right now, the big picture is paramount!”
“That's right! Once you reach the pinnacle of power, the initiative will be in our hands!
Then, the entire country will belong to us and the Communist Party!
What can Fang Huan Investment possibly do to us?”
“This is called ‘temporarily avoiding the limelight to plan for the future!’
We'll play along with them for now, and once the election is over, whether we keep our promises or renege on them will be entirely up to you.”
"Therefore, we and the Communist Party also hope that you can talk to them first."
The advisors' tongues were more eloquent than lotus blossoms; their spittle could form a broad road to the throne.
After being elected, they would turn their backs on you...
This suggestion, like the devil's whisper, precisely scratched at Nadetang's heart.
Yes, a politician's dictionary is filled with betrayal and deception.
Backstabbing is the norm; handshakes are just foreplay.
Thinking of this, a fox-like smile slowly appeared on Nadetang's face, which was contorted with anger.
***
"Chairman Su, in your opinion, who would be most beneficial to us in this election?"
Fang Huan Investment's "Top-Tier Trading Department" was enjoying a rare afternoon tea.
This was a long-standing tradition of Su Hao in maintaining team cohesion.
He liked to listen to the true thoughts of these old partners who had been with him for many years in this relaxed atmosphere.
It was both team building and information gathering.
Liu Bo took a sip of coffee and spoke first:
"Uh... personally, I still think Hillis is a safer bet.
I think everyone here thinks the same way, right?"
Everyone nodded in agreement.
This wasn't because they particularly admired the Democratic Party's political platform; it was purely because another person—Nadtang—was just too damn scary.
That man was like a billiard ball that had gone off the string; you never knew where he would hit next.
And for these wolves who licked the blood of the financial markets, the most hated word was "unpredictable."
"Indeed, Nadtang's thought process is too peculiar; he completely defies common sense. If he really comes to power, who knows what kind of trouble he'll cause."
Another person chimed in.
Everyone who experienced "Nadtang's first term" shared a common, concise, and accurate assessment of him:
—Madman.
"Damn, when I first saw the news that he wanted to throw a super weapon at North Korea, I thought it was just a joke.
But then the declassified memos came out, and I realized he was serious!
If the people around me hadn't clung to him like glue, we'd probably be picking up bottle caps right now!"