My American magical life
Chapter 110 - 110 34 Trembling the gears of fate begin to tremble!

110: Chapter 34 Trembling, the gears of fate begin to tremble!

110: Chapter 34 Trembling, the gears of fate begin to tremble!

As a groundbreaking variety show, “Who Deserves to Die” the kidnapping variety is indeed quite novel.

It’s a pioneering existence in the world of variety shows.

In other words, it was also the first time advertisers learned of such a gimmick.

When considering the advertising value of this variety show, even the most professional marketers felt challenged in their perceptions.

Cheng Daqi didn’t care about that; he told Andrei that someone would definitely come forward to collaborate.

He used just one tactic—self-promotion.

He made up a non-existent potential partner: a certain security solution company that didn’t want to reveal its name.

No matter how dangerous the environment, the judgment drawn from long-term experience would not betray Cheng Daqi.

His judgment was spot on!

The influence of the kidnapping case was substantial, and the live TV broadcast showed many Americans the cruelty of the kidnappers.

Seeing the pitiful state of the hostages under the kidnappers’ threats, viewers couldn’t help worrying about their own safety.

Cheng Daqi was blatantly hinting to those potential advertising clients.

Some gun giants, security tycoons, got the hint from Cheng Daqi!

Through LAPD, several companies made their bids.

The highest bidder went straight to four million Dollars.

However, Cheng Daqi saw an unexpected name on a note from the negotiating expert.

‘OC Fragrance, $200,000, no advertising needed, just wish our clients to always be safe during the live broadcast.

— Lisa Austin’

This message was crafted specifically for Lisa by Temir.

Addressed to Cheng Daqi.

The message roughly meant: We’ve got our eyes on you, you better come out alive, you bastard!

The wealthy woman expressed that she was willing to spend $200,000 just to make her sisters happy, if that’s what they wanted.

Of course, if Cheng Daqi had any conscience, it would be even better to give OC Fragrance some extra advertising.

She thought her bid might not be competitive against those gun and security companies.

As a successful entrepreneur, Temir was a very smart and strong woman; she too understood Cheng Daqi’s hint.

“Andrei, let’s go with SWBI and OC Fragrance, one offers the most, and one asks for the least,” she said.

“You make the choice, after all, it’s you who has to host the show,” Andrei responded indifferently.

He had actually thought it through clearly; they definitely had no way of getting out alive.

But he could stir up a huge fuss, boosting his persona and influence with the advertising money as a bounty—that was enough.

As for how much the advertising money was, it didn’t matter.

—————–

“Dear audience, America’s first-ever kidnapping variety show ‘Who Deserves to Die’ is in progress.

This program is jointly sponsored by SWBI and OC Fragrance.

The lead kidnapper, Mr.

Andrei, has decided to put all advertising revenue into the reward for criminal evidence against the Dracula Group.”

After saying that, Cheng Daqi was silent for a few seconds, building up the live viewers’ anticipation.

Just when Thor was about to ask a question, Cheng Daqi blurted out all the advertisements in one breath.

“SWBI, your most reliable and handy partner, small enough to fit in a pocket, essential for home, travel, or when visiting the Red Street Library, carry it with you for safety everywhere!

OC Fragrance, the trendy choice from the West Coast, $200,000 in advertising just to wish all OC Fragrance customers to always be safe and never be kidnapped!”

This move was a specialty of a well-known host from the past, not many in America did it this way.

—————–

Not only did Temir feel satisfied after hearing this, but so did that man.

Seated behind that famous desk, he watched the live broadcast on the screen and said to his attendant with a smile.

“He is a fantastic host; no one understands hosting better than I do, you know, he’s great.”

“Master, we must make a statement now; all of America is watching these kidnappers, we have to shut down the live broadcast!”

The man scoffed disdainfully, mocking.

“Go give the order, I authorize you to make the decision about whether or not to shut down the live broadcast, go!”

The attendant fell silent immediately.

One talks, the other doesn’t make a sound, useless!

How can I make America great again when I work with a bunch of you who only know how to hold me back?

The door of the large room was pushed open.

In the White House, only three people had the privilege to do this.

The daughter, the son-in-law, and the wife.

(After his ascent to power, he had directly appointed his family to positions of authority)

Unsure why the large room was silent, the son-in-law leaned in to the man’s ear and whispered.

“Senator McCarthy is waiting for you, in the small sitting room next door.”

“Good news?

Bad news?”

The man asked irritably; he utterly loathed haggling with the party’s establishment.

“Dracula wants to jump ship, he plans to support you, McCarthy is here on his behalf,” Kunash explained softly.

The others in the large room noticed the whispering between the two, but no one was interested in what they were discussing.

Working in the White House, maintaining a sense of distance with the top leaders is an everlasting red line.

Hearing the son-in-law’s words, the man’s pupils contracted slightly, then he was silent for two seconds before picking up his cola and taking a sip.

“He’s just a lackey, is there any difference between McCarthy and a lackey?”

The son-in-law sneered and sighed,

“Absolutely no difference~”

“Go and talk to him, and remember, be a good boy, don’t get involved with the lackeys!”

Hearing the man giving him a stern talking to, the son-in-law’s expression was complex, and he reluctantly echoed,

“Of course, of course.”

—————–

“Why haven’t the police attacked yet, Tonks?

My son is fine; that one inside is an imposter.

I don’t want to see anyone impersonating my son.

Is that too much to ask?”

Once again urging the police over the phone, the elder Dracula’s thoughts were clear.

Dracula was ready to jump ship, but he didn’t mind handling his own matters before the switch.

First, resolve the minor issues, so he wouldn’t be distracted when dealing with the major ones.

“I understand, Mr.

Dracula, I will do my best,”

Tonks confirmed the recording once more, then let out a soft exhale after hanging up.

Leaving was the right choice; he wasn’t cut out for these kinds of whirlpools with his old arms and legs.

He should prod Gru to see.

That kid had clearly promised he would show up.

That’s how the job is, pressure trickles down level by level.

And the enforcers at the bottom might not actually do the work.

“Gru, Niangniang Temple precinct has been on top of it for two hours now, why no action?”

Hearing Tonks’s tone still somewhat mild, Gru decided to continue playing coy,

“I decided to let the kidnappers lower their guard first, and attack later in the middle of the night.”

Cheng Daqi was dragging his feet inside, Gru was doing the same outside, without any communication between them, they found themselves in unexpected accord.

“Hope to hear some good news from you soon, hahaha.”

After hanging up the phone, Tonks’s face grew grim as he watched the television.

To know if someone is really on your side, don’t listen to what they say but watch what they do.

On the TV, a reporter was standing in front of the Red Street Library, talking about the upcoming press conference to be held by the police.

A press conference called by Gru, the action team leader from the Niangniang Temple precinct!

He finally confirmed it.

Gru really didn’t consider him significant at all.