Indeed, as he said, the threshold for removing a party leader is very high and requires a majority vote from the Democratic Party caucus.

In party politics, unless the leader is involved in a major scandal or causes a catastrophic election defeat, gathering more than half of the approval votes is extremely difficult.

Because this is equivalent to openly betraying one's own leader, which would trigger a massive political upheaval.

This has only happened once in the past history of the United States.

"Hakeem, don't get so excited, everything we're doing is for your consideration..."

Facing Hakeem's roar, Greenfield remained very calm.

He calmly took a handkerchief from his pocket, wiped the spit that had splattered onto his face, and then continued fearlessly, "As for the issue of the votes... since we are sitting here, you should already have the answer in your mind."

Greenfield slowly folded the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket, his unhurried actions sharply contrasting with Hakeem's rage.

"In fact, we came to openly communicate with you to avoid the Democratic Party going through a ugly party dismissal vote, which would be a great harm, both to you and the party."

"Don't you agree?"

"Impossible! You two alone can't muster half the votes!"

"There are still many in the party who support me! You are dreaming!" Hakeem said decisively, but his slightly trembling fingers revealed his inner turmoil.

Greenfield sighed, showing a look of regret on his face.

He didn't directly refute, but turned to Aguilar beside him, speaking in a flat tone, "Aguilar, perhaps we should let Hakeem have a clearer understanding of the current consensus within the party."

Aguilar nodded, leisurely took out a notebook, opened it, and pushed it onto the table.

Listed there were names, without a doubt, these people were all on Greenfield's side, densely filling two pages, absolutely more than a hundred.

After reading, Hakeem collapsed into his chair, his face flushed, perhaps his high blood pressure was a little unbearable.

"Hakeem, face the reality, if you still don't want to believe, you can call any one of them." Greenfield gave him another stab.

"Or... we can convene a conference call now, you can hear for yourself whether the voices behind those names are as steadfastly in support of you as you imagine."

Hakeem said nothing more, he no longer looked at the notebook full of betrayal, nor did he look at Greenfield and Aguilar.

His gaze was scattered, as if he had lost his soul.

Greenfield didn't continue pressing, but left together with Aguilar.

He knew the desired effect had been achieved, and he believed the other party would make the right choice.

The Democratic Party would soon undergo a most crucial change, and the driving force behind it would naturally be Fu Wentao's team.

First, they used Qi Yun's relationship with Greenfield to successfully bring him to their side, then used Barnes to settle with two key Republican figures, and finally, Qi Yun provided crucial information to bind more than half the cabinet core, as well as governors from key states.

Now this community of interest encompasses capital, Congress, government, and local areas, a vast invisible web has been woven, and Greenfield's rise is merely their first step.

With the support of this vast power, at least until the next election, Fu Wentao's team can sit at the table in the United States.

...

Two days later, in the most famous skyscraper in New York—the Empire State Building, a company named "Voyage" was quietly established.

This company made a big move, and on the day of its establishment, it made a large acquisition of several companies in the architecture, electricity, and energy sectors, and publicly announced its entry into the United States infrastructure market.

The announcement immediately caused a stir in the industry.

Of course, if it were just these acquisition actions, it wouldn't have attracted much attention.

What truly amazed people was the shareholder list announced by Voyage Company.

Fu Group, Siemens, Deutsche Group, and an unknown name—Qi Yun.

The three aforementioned companies are global giants, their sudden alliance undoubtedly brought a huge shock to the capital in the United States.

And the mysterious oriental name at the end, occupying 10% of shares, aroused endless curiosity and exploration.

In the office on the 84th floor of the Empire State Building, Qi Yun stood before the giant French window, overlooking the bustling and noisy New York, feeling a sense of dominance over all.

Although he only held 10% of Voyage Company's shares, the actual value of this 10% is definitely more valuable than any of his current industries.

"What's wrong, feeling sentimental?" Fu Wentao walked in from outside the office.

Qi Yun turned around and shamelessly replied, "No, I'm just here silently reciting in my heart that I must always remember the grace of my good brother's guidance."

Fu Wentao chuckled lightly, sat down on the sofa, lit a cigar, "Do you know which quality in you I appreciate the most?"

"What?"

"Sucking up to your brother." Fu Wentao said seriously, "At your age, if I could suck up like you, that'd be great."

Qi Yun wasn't embarrassed, sitting beside him, waved nonchalantly, "It's all talent."

Fu Wentao laughed twice, then restrained his smile.

"Never feel like the 10% shares you hold are too little."

"To snag a piece of the infrastructure act, the three companies need to invest massive resources into Voyage Company, if they give you more, they won't be able to explain to their respective boards."

Qi Yun nodded seriously, "Yes, I understand, it's already quite a lot."

"I'm glad you understand." Fu Wentao raised his hand and patted his shoulder, then switched the topic, "How's the matter with ASML Company?"

"I contacted De Gaulle yesterday, he will come to New York tonight to sign the transfer agreement with me."

"Good."

Fu Wentao slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, "This guy is quite the character, keeping the promise amidst such a massive interest, in the future you can engage more with him."

"I fear there won't be many opportunities for collaboration anymore." Qi Yun shook his head with a bitter smile.

"Why?"

"Last time his family secretly arranged a team to infiltrate Zang Yuan, and Brother Quan's people wiped them all out..." Qi Yun explained the situation roughly.

"Although I personally hold no grudge against him, there are probably many in his family who want to deal with me."

Fu Wentao silently took a few puffs of his cigar after hearing this.

"Hmm... That is indeed a hassle, but if you pay a bit of attention normally, there shouldn't be any major issues."

"Now your identity is different, those who want to harm you must carefully weigh their actions."

Qi Yun nodded in agreement, "Alright, I will be careful."

"However, you must acquire ASML's equity, it's the foundation for our future cooperation with TSMC, very important for our mainland's industrial development." Fu Wentao spoke resolutely.

"I understand."

"Hmm, if he temporarily requests anything, as long as it's not too excessive, you can agree to it, I'll resolve it from my side for you."

....

At seven o'clock in the evening, at New York Airport, a private jet from Los Angeles quietly landed, and De Gaulle led a group of people down the aircraft stairs.

He's here in the United States for business; it wasn't a special trip.

Qi Yun had already been waiting in the parking lot, and when they met, he greeted cheerfully.

"De Gaulle, long time no see."

"Qi, sorry to keep you waiting."

The two shook hands like friends.

Actually, from start to finish, there weren't any irreconcilable differences between them, and both got what they wanted from the collaboration.

Had it not been for De Gaulle's family wanting to explore Kunlun, later events wouldn't have occurred.