And in the future, Qi Yun, by virtue of being an ASML shareholder, can also provide support for T Electric in acquiring advanced equipment.

This is a complementary and win-win situation.

....

After discussing business with Wei Zhe, Qi Yun and Fu Wentao didn’t stay long and took their leave.

In the car heading to the airport, Fu Wentao showed a fatherly smile and patted Qi Yun’s shoulder, "Well done, you’ve earned a merit this time."

Qi Yun grinned, playing along, "All thanks to your teachings, big brother, I dare not take credit, I dare not take credit."

"Haha." Fu Wentao leaned back comfortably, "This matter was a favor, don’t worry, he won’t let you suffer a loss."

Qi Yun had anticipated this and didn’t dwell much on the topic, instead asking, "What’s our purpose for going to the United States this time?"

"The Americans have introduced a Bipartisan Infrastructure Law, over a trillion USD, to rebuild their roads, bridges, ports, and power grids—it’s a comprehensive infrastructure update."

"I’ve reached a preliminary agreement with two friends from Europe to form a consortium to capture some projects in the power grid overhaul and port upgrades."

"A trillion..." Qi Yun pursed his lips.

This bill sounds similar to the three trillion Country invested in J Province before, both being major investments in traditional infrastructure like transportation, energy, and water conservancy.

"Indeed, the scale is unprecedented, but the competition will inevitably be fierce."

Fu Wentao tapped the armrest and gazed out the window, "Many will be eyeing this piece of meat, Wall Street funds, state political forces; none will watch us take it without a fight."

"The United States is my weak point, so I need that Greenfield. With his power as Democratic Party Whip, he’ll help us meet key players, and even provide early access to critical project information."

Qi Yun nodded, understanding Fu Wentao’s thoughts.

"But ultimately, this decision isn’t just at his level. We’ve prepared twenty billion USD to maneuver this." Fu Wentao casually added.

"Tsk tsk..."

Twenty billion USD, that indeed is a massive undertaking.

"You’ll get a share of this."

....

At ten o’clock in the morning in Washington, Qi Yun and his group arrived at their hotel.

In the presidential suite, Qi Yun met the two friends Fu Wentao mentioned.

"Let me introduce you, this is Hans, Senior Vice President of Siemens in Germany." Fu Wentao pointed to a man in a dark suit with a small mustache.

Then he pointed to another smiling, slightly plump middle-aged man next to him, "This is Pierre, a director at the Deutsche Group from Belgium."

Qi Yun was stunned internally.

God’s left hand—Siemens, the name was all too familiar, as Dawn Technology’s production line was purchased from Siemens.

As for Deutsche Group, I’ve seen it online before.

"Mr. Hans, Mr. Pierre, nice to meet you." Qi Yun stepped forward to shake hands with the two.

Fu Wentao pointed to Qi Yun to introduce him to the two, "This is my half-brother, Qi Yun."

The two foreigners didn’t understand the joke, but since he was brought by Fu Wentao, they naturally didn’t underestimate him and warmly greeted, "Nice to meet you, Qi."

"Qi Yun has some connections with the Democratic Party Whip; I plan to meet him first to see if he can offer us some assistance."

Fu Wentao lit a cigar, crossed his legs, and his relaxed posture revealed that his relationship with Hans and Pierre was quite good.

Hans nodded, "You’re the expert in political matters, we’ll listen to you."

Pierre rubbed his chin and pondered, "The Democratic Party is not what it used to be, having lost the majority in the House of Representatives; the influence of the Whip needs a question mark."

Fu Wentao puffed out a smoke, nodded, "You’re right, for an infrastructure bill involving state interests, his direct decision power is truly limited, so our strategy isn’t to bet everything on him alone."

"Using him as a fulcrum, we’ll deal with the Democrats first, then engage with the Republicans—this is my thought."

"Hmm, that approach is pragmatic." Pierre agreed, "After all, the infrastructure bill requires bipartisan compromise to advance, maintaining good relations with both sides is a wise move."

Fu Wentao added, "Yes, and the states have considerable autonomy, many projects’ final decisions lie with state governments and local councils."

"We not only need to handle the upper-level Congress relations but also need to focus some effort on key states like Texas and California..."

Qi Yun listened quietly as the three strategically planned this colossal, trillion USD feast.

Compared to these genuine titans, his business in Alaska seemed somewhat trivial.

Now he had a chance to participate in a global-level resource and power game.

...

During lunchtime, at a restaurant in downtown, Qi Yun met Greenfield.

While slicing steak, Greenfield looked up at Qi Yun, "Didn’t expect you’d come to me so quickly. I thought you’d save this favor for a critical moment."

He put a piece of beef in his mouth, chewing slowly, "Qi, my favor is quite valuable."

This guy returned to Washington, without the threat of a gun, immediately resumed his pretentious demeanor.

Qi Yun didn’t mind, summoned the waiter to order himself a steak.

"Is that matter cleared up?"

Greenfield shrugged, "There’s been some progress; I already guessed who did it, planning to make him pay, but it takes time."

"Who?"

"The Chairman of the House Democratic Caucus—Aguilar."

"A Democrat stabbing you in the back?" Qi Yun was slightly surprised.

"Politics has no eternal allies, only everlasting interests."

Greenfield sneered, "Aguilar, that old fox, is always coveting the party leader position; that’s also my target; understand now?"

Understood, it’s a dog-eat-dog situation.

Qi Yun wasn’t interested in these power struggles and didn’t inquire further, beginning to talk business, "The people behind me need your connections..."

After listening, Greenfield wiped his mouth with the napkin, speaking seriously, "Qi, I understand your request and am willing to fulfill my previous promise."

"But what you’re talking about is too big, too many want a piece of the infrastructure bill; it might already exceed my capabilities."

Qi Yun shook his head slightly, "Won’t ask you to do what’s beyond your abilities; discuss specifics with him tonight."

"Him?" Greenfield caught the term keenly, raising his eyebrow, "Who’s behind you?"

"Fu Group, Fu Wentao, you should have heard the name."

"Fu Group..." Greenfield repeated the name, seemingly confirming something, "The European Fu Group?"

"Exactly." Qi Yun nodded calmly.

Greenfield stayed silent for a while, took a sip from his glass, seemingly organizing his thoughts, as his gaze towards Qi Yun completely changed.

"I’ve heard of him, his name carries a lot of weight on Wall Street; can’t believe... you’re working for him."

Qi Yun didn’t explain.

"Seven o’clock in the evening, I’ll be at the hotel on time." Greenfield affirmatively answered.

His willingness to go indicated his willingness to collaborate.

In the United States political system, from local elections to presidential elections, none are possible without financial backing; money is the lifeblood of politics, so power and capital are deeply intertwined.

Greenfield was acutely aware of this.

And what Fu Wentao represents is undoubtedly a tremendously powerful capital force.

"Alright, I believe you’ll have many common topics; there’s one more matter I’d like to ask you..."