My American magical life
Chapter 1054: 116: The Belief in Accelerationism—In Full Bloom~_2

Chapter 1054: Chapter 116: The Belief in Accelerationism—In Full Bloom~_2

This is the magic of acceleration. Cheng can’t stir up such a big wave on his own, but as long as he dares to step on the gas, others will naturally help him with the momentum.

Because the contradictions Cheng is targeting have powerful participants pushing them, they will catch Cheng’s ball well.

“You? Chan, you and Zuckerberg and Gates, you’re probably still a bit behind~”

Little Zuck, the richest man on the American internet.

Gates, the nominal richest man alive.

Cheng really dares to think big, actually comparing himself to these two, leaving Mi’er somewhat disdainful.

Arrogant boy!

“What do you mean, are you saying I’m not rich enough?

Alright, if that’s the case, your palace might take a few more years to have~”

Cheng Daqi countered with a checkmate, leaving Mi’er at a loss. She realized she had dug a hole for herself.

The black-haired rich lady grumbled in dissatisfaction.

“No way, the princesses in the stories move into their castles while they’re still young. If it’s built a few years later, I’d be thirty!”

She didn’t dare to imagine what she’d be like at thirty. For a beauty-loving girl like Mi’er, thirty is an age fit to play the wicked stepmother to Snow White.

This is a horror story.

Cheng Daqi wanted to say, if you know it’s a story, why bring it up?

But… wanting to say ≠ can say.

Saying something carelessly might get you hit.

“Princess, what should I do then? Someone says I’m not as rich, far from Little Zuck and Gates~” Cheng Daqi teased.

“But I really can’t tell how much money you have, Chan. A large part of your assets is tied up in New Era, which doesn’t count, and the rest is only three pieces.

BEC and LCE count as one, your company in Hua Country counts as one, and the channel for arranging identities counts as one. How much are these worth combined?”

Accounting, an ancient yet classic segment.

Financial power is the key authority of an organization leader, just like all the conflicts in the Great Ming Dynasty 1566 which are based on the extension of financial power.

“You missed Faraday Future and the Tron I’m about to acquire. These two combined are worth at least ten billion dollars~”

Speaking of which, Cheng remembered Sun Zhounye.

He actually thinks highly of Sun Zhounye, he has very high expectations for this person, such as planning for him to replace Lao Jia in the future.

Sun Zhounye is from a top institution, with a study-abroad background, high notoriety and fewer historical issues, making him an excellent candidate to replace Lao Jia, as a frontline charger in the future.

But at the time, Lao Jia withstood the pressure, and Sun Zhounye didn’t.

Ai.

Fate, oh fate, when Cheng arranged for Lao Jia to lead Sun Zhounye into the fold, maybe Lao Jia already guessed Cheng’s plans.

Upon closer inspection, did Lao Jia intentionally take Sun Zhounye to places where risks might exist?

The brave wins, but who did Lao Jia actually defeat?

Cheng isn’t too willing to think about these; it’s too exhausting.

If the result is acceptable, he is happy to choose to temporarily maintain the current situation.

“Ten billion dollars? It seems like you’re not quite clear-headed. Even the most foolish, short-sighted researcher on Wall Street wouldn’t give you this valuation, but, if you want me to take care of your dignity…

Honey, whether you are poor or rich, I will…”

“STOP! Mi’er, don’t be dramatic. We can actually view this with a more innovative perspective. Faraday Future’s current situation is indeed poor, but it has immense potential.

Among the American listed new energy vehicle companies, except for Tesla, none have a commendable product. Does it affect their valuation?

Domestically, for Shanhaiguan I’ve arranged a shell acquisition and restructuring listing, while for Faraday Future, I plan to launch it through an SPEC special project acquisition model.

If the plan goes smoothly, just Faraday Future alone could turn me into a billionaire.”

Mi’er sneered, critiquing.

“The blown-up bubble can’t even withstand a gust of wind. Chan, I support you building cars, but I don’t support you murdering the Nigerian ambassador.”

“I didn’t!” Cheng Daqi defended.

This sort of thing, how could one admit?

Though it was actually Cheng’s people arranging it, it really had nothing to do with him.

Post-modern assassinations aren’t as complicated as in movies. In that part of Africa, too many ambitious people are active, and as long as the money is in place…

“Come on, Nanxi contacted you right away, we all know it’s you.

After all, this is your consistent style, accustomed to striking from unusual angles, using conspiracies to achieve maximum benefits, not caring about consequences for victory.”

Mi’er exposed the cover of the conspiracy, Cheng didn’t pretend anymore.

His smile carried a bit of disdain, the calm of the powerful.

“I will win, and you will have your castle, that’s enough, Mi’er.”

I will walk toward the pinnacle in the darkness, and you, Mi’er, can share my glory.

Such conditions don’t really matter much to Temir.

If it was for this, she wouldn’t have needed to accompany Cheng to where they are today.

“But, are you sure you want to buy an island? Your billion-dollar assets are still in planning, is there enough money?”

The black-haired rich lady is concerned about this.

“What’s this, you want to contribute money to support me?”

Unexpected joy, Cheng asked expectantly.

Temir disdainfully glanced at him and replied.

“Why spend money? Isn’t this house good? We’ll snatch it and move in!”

She looked as beautiful as a classical sculpture stepping out of an oil painting, yet what she said was so shameless. But Cheng Daqi guessed, if Achilles knew his sister could be so shameless, he’d probably admire Mi’er a bit more in his heart.