My American magical life
Chapter 1045: 113 "No! Stop!"_3

Chapter 1045: Chapter 113 “No! Stop!”_3

“I think I’ll take a boat instead; the sky isn’t safe. You guys take the plane.”

The assistant was taken aback for a moment, silently blaming Lao Jia for being troublesome, and replied.

“OK, we’re worried about the weather, so we’ve prepared a boat in advance, but if you take the boat, it’ll take over two hours to get there. Are you sure you want to take the boat?”

Lao Jia nodded and replied.

“Yes, safety first.”

He had already suffered once; last time it wasn’t even his fault, it was the bodyguard slacking off, which left him in a miserable state.

Now, his life has been given a chance to restart.

Accountant Jia won’t allow any more uncontrollable accidents!

The group then split into two, with some taking the plane and others went back up the elevator to board the boat.

The two security guards on the rooftop witnessed the whole scene and cringed while enviously watching the plane take off.

“Damn, those Mainland guys are really rich!”

“What do you know, today’s big boss is a con artist, a Mainland con artist, but now he’s an American.”

“That’s so unlucky, pfft, scamming on the Mainland and spending in America, it’s just like our Treasure Island….”

The guy spat out some old phlegm, fully expressing his hatred for con artists.

“Hmph, rich people, rich people, let me tell you, if it weren’t for my morals, I could also be rich.”

“Stop dreaming, even if you sold your ass, no one would want it. What morality are you talking about? What are you thinking?” The guy retorted.

“Damn, what do you mean by that?”

And just like that, the moral guy was offended.

No one cared about the thoughts of the two security guards, and whether Lao Jia was a con artist was still up for another definition.

Ultimately, as long as Cheng Daqi can win, he can win.

This is merely the smallest responsibility Cheng Daqi bears, after all, for people like Lao Jia, everyone uses each other, and Cheng Daqi scams whenever he wants.

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Many people want to scam Cheng Daqi, one or two more doesn’t matter.

But if some people want to be like Cheng Daqi, then Cheng Daqi will bleed.

For example, Mike Pompeo.

Similarly, in a hotel, while Lao Jia busies himself with restarting his life, the Secretary of State enjoys some undisguised fun in his executive suite.

Working at the United States National Affairs Council is a job, but working on the hotel bed is life.

The Secretary of State has worried half of his life for America, can he not make up for foreign languages?

Of course, if you ask why the Secretary of State is learning a small language like Ukrainian, it’s definitely because it’s necessary for his position as imperial foreign minister.

It’s a duty to learn small languages!

“Slap!”

“Ah!”

“Slap!”

“Ah!”

“Ding~ Ding~”

“No! Stop!”

The Secretary of State’s words were vague, and the lady giving him a massage clearly didn’t understand.

“Dare to resist? This Queen wants to teach you a lesson, despicable Secretary of State!”

“No, I mean my phone!” the Secretary of State said quickly.

“Sorry, sorry, Mr. Secretary, here you go.”

Mike Pompeo took the phone, realizing it was still that Nigerian ambassador, a flash of coldness in his eyes turned into pain.

“Untie me first, I need to take the call.”

Flipping over to lay comfortably, the Secretary of State answered the call.

“Mike, I’m almost driven mad by those reporters; they say I’m covering up for the Great Commander’s son-in-law in Nigeria as the Nigerian ambassador. What should I do?”

Mike Pompeo pulled a cigarette from the lady’s purse beside the bed, and the Queen immediately lit it for him.

“Huff, you’re not right about this; I recall the Great Commander has already clarified, and he’s distanced himself from that family.”

Distastefully kicking the Queen away from his lower body, Mike Pompeo gestured for her to stay still.

“But it’s useless. Those journalist dogs smear me because I refuse to meet them or say what they want to hear, calling me the Great Commander’s lapdog. Mike, I request to be transferred to another country as ambassador, as soon as possible!”

“They don’t understand anything, just continue being your ambassador.”

“Mike, then I have no choice but to clarify to them, otherwise my career is over!”

Mike Pompeo hesitated, then sternly scolded.

“Listen, you’re Little Bush’s person, not mine, your career has nothing to do with me — kissing my ass won’t help!

But I can tell you, the allegations of the Great Commander’s son-in-law being involved in child trafficking are definitely not true.

Instead of letting those reporters say you’re covering for the Great Commander, why don’t you take this opportunity to get closer, OK?”

On the other end, the Nigerian ambassador was silent for a long time.

“Get closer to what?”

“The Great Commander!”

“How do I get closer?”

Thinking of Temir’s cold gaze, Mike Pompeo gritted his teeth and said.

“Clarify the facts — it’s simple, those messy affairs have nothing to do with the Great Commander!”