My American magical life
Chapter 122 - 122 43 Life's Rewards Never Make Sense_2

122: Chapter 43: Life’s Rewards Never Make Sense_2 122: Chapter 43: Life’s Rewards Never Make Sense_2 “Ha, I don’t know anything; I’m just very fortunate to have met Mr.

Thor, an old friend.”

Cheng Daqi was no fool; he had no intention of blabbering, especially when his current status was so low.

The less said, the better.

However, he was certain that Gru harbored no ill intentions in bringing Thor to meet him.

“Mr.

Gru, my friend needs to rest, you can talk to me.

My uncle is Wood Caramacris.”

Realizing that something was amiss, Temir dared not take anything lightly.

Gru seemed to have been focused solely on Cheng Daqi from the beginning.

Given the vast difference in their social statuses, this special attention could be fatal for Cheng Daqi.

It wasn’t just Temir who noticed something was wrong; Lisa’s heart also started to race.

Could a police chief bringing a group of people to trouble Cheng Daqi be handled by Temir’s politician uncle?

“Caramacris, hmm, the Republican congressman?”

Gru was well-informed, having been involved in the bureaucracy for years; he knew most faction leaders worth knowing.

Cheng Daqi hadn’t expected that Temir had a congressman for an uncle!

He had thought she was just a wealthy widow; now he realized Temir might be much more powerful than he had anticipated.

“So, can you please listen to me seriously and let my friend rest?”

Temir’s tone even held a trace of bitterness.

It seemed that the locals of the West Coast lacked a bit of courtesy.

In Missouri, no one would dare to disregard her so blatantly.

“Of course, I and…

what’s his name again?” Halfway through speaking, Gru realized that he didn’t even know Cheng Daqi’s name.

Thor quickly replied, “Chan, he comes from Hua Country, and now is…”

“Of course, Chan and I are old friends, it was a misunderstanding, beautiful lady.

I’ve come to offer him a job, like being a policeman or something, which is much better than wandering the streets.”

To think that this particular vagabond had such a powerful friend as Temir, Gru changed his attitude.

He had initially come only to take a look, but now he wanted to recruit Cheng Daqi into the police force.

An insignificant vagabond posed no threat, but it was a different story when he had the backing of a senator’s family.

As for Gru’s nonsense, the blonde and the wealthy widow didn’t believe a word of it.

You keep saying he’s a friend, yet you don’t even know his name.

Nobody spouts nonsense quite like you do.

“Mr.

Gru, Chan is now my employee, so I’m afraid he can’t become a policeman since he still has to work for me.”

Cheng Daqi felt like Temir was glowing at that moment.

Yes, he didn’t need a wealthy widow to withstand pressure, but Temir was willing to step in and help him voluntarily.

The wealthy widow with black hair, forever a god!!

“Alright, your word is final; we’re both his friends,” Gru took out a business card from his pocket and handed it to Cheng Daqi.

“If you need anything, contact me.

I owe you a favor, smart guy.”

Without waiting to notice the surprised looks on Temir and Lisa’s faces, Cheng Daqi carefully responded.

“Mr.

Gru, it’s my honor to be able to help you!”

When Thor’s familiar voice called out the name ‘Bruce,’ he thought America was magical.

But after reasoning through the logic, Cheng Daqi saw just how formidable Gru was.

It wasn’t that America was too magical, but that Gru, a powerful figure, was controlling the situation!

Such a powerful figure would have extremely high self-esteem and principles.

Their sense of pride and principles were so strong that they could do anything without a hint of guilt.

Not to mention breaking a promise; even a disgrace could not alter the powerful self-esteem ingrained in their hearts.

In this light, their promises could certainly be worth little more than toilet paper.

But if used wisely, they could also have a remarkable effect.

So Cheng Daqi did not reject Gru’s kindness but readily accepted it.

After all the police had left, Temir and Lisa surrounded Cheng Daqi.

“Spill it, what’s going on!”

Lisa had been genuinely frightened, with Gru standing two meters tall, leading such a large group of people.

No matter what Gru said, she could only think that he was up to no good.

Lisa felt that every time she got close to Cheng Daqi, nothing good happened.

“Chan, who exactly are you, and why did he say you helped him?”

The wealthy widow with black hair was also confused by the exchange between Cheng Daqi and Gru.

She didn’t remember much about Gru, but his presence was commanding enough to instantly recognize her uncle’s status.

Clearly, the strong man just now must have held no low position.

This is the strange part.

You’re a vagabond, why on earth do you think you can just make friends with someone as soon as you meet them?

He doesn’t even know your name, so why would he say he ‘owes you a favor’?

“emmm, are you sure you want to hear this?”

Cheng Daqi didn’t really have anything he couldn’t talk about, it’s just that he wasn’t sure how much of what he had guessed was true.

“Spill it, spill it!” the two beauties chimed in unison.

It just goes to show that the power of gossip transcends race and culture and affects everyone equally.

“The Red Street kidnapping might have been a setup, and Gru was grateful to me because…

Now, all we need to do is keep an eye on the changes in the high-level appointments in the Saint Rodu police department, someone will definitely take the fall.”

So, to sum it up, this Gru is a very cunning crooked cop, and I inadvertently did him a big favor.

Plus, the hostages have already been rescued, so even if I figured out his actions, it wouldn’t be convenient for him to silence me.

On top of that, now I have you helping me, so it’s actually not that scary.”

Cheng Daqi shared his reasoning simply with Lisa and the other.

Temir was silent, deep in thought.

The blonde American girl was dumbfounded; she realized that she might actually be a bit silly.

Cheng Daqi’s every word made sense to her, but she completely failed to piece them together.

“Chan, why didn’t he just use a mole to take out the kidnappers, and that Demon Dracula is Dracula’s son; how could a father possibly kill his own son!”

[Survival Time 10/10, Newcomer Mission ‘Stray Dog’ Completed, Newcomer Pack Has Arrived, Would You Like to Open It?]

Cheng Daqi did not hear what Lisa had said, his mind was elsewhere.

‘Open!’

[You have gained 1 Skill Point]

‘?’

‘Is this all you’ve got in your gift pack?’

The stinginess of the system took Cheng Daqi by surprise.

After the skill point was given, another reward loaded up.

[Identity Selection Opened, Please Choose.

Once Selected, New Identity Will Be Rationalized and Loaded to Help You Better Adapt to America]

(The author had no intention of being unpatriotic or disliking Hua Country identity, it’s just that Chinese people in America face exclusion and discrimination and can’t integrate into the mainstream circles of America, which is why this identity selection setting was introduced in the first chapter.

Only by blending into the identity of America could the protagonist operate better, nothing more.)

Cheng Daqi looked at the virtual screen before him, which listed different ethnic identities he could choose from.

‘Germanic?

Tens of millions of people, the largest proportion, let’s put that first.’

‘Black?

Political correctness is just a façade, useless when everyone can claim it, too quickly outdated with the American server updates, exclude.’

‘Western descendant?

Population difference too vast, exclude.’

‘Semitic Wanderer?

Not even a dog would choose that, exclude.’

‘Indian?

This is also a good choice, a new approach, skin color matches, and even if the system’s rationalization loading is unreliable, it could still work, keep that as the second option.’

‘Irish descent, Arab descent…

Still, it has to be between Germanic and Indian.’

Both Germanic and Indian descent have their advantages.

Germanic is the most populous ethnic group in America, with fifty million people, making up seventeen percent of the total population.

A well-known Republican politician, entrepreneur, and real estate mogul also happens to be of Germanic descent.

Opting for a Germanic identity is the most stable choice.

As for Indian descent, there’s not much to say.

As the original inhabitants of the American soil, the Indians, because their scalps were too valuable, now can only cower and survive on reservations.

The only benefit is that, like the Indians, Asians have yellow skin.

Seeing Cheng Daqi staring blankly, seemingly not listening to her words.

“Chan, what are you thinking about?”

The blonde American girl waved her hand in front of Cheng Daqi’s face, trying to get his attention.

Lisa’s words gave Cheng Daqi inspiration for his choice; the blonde American girl herself was of Germanic descent.

While Germanic people may not be in a high proportion of the elite class, they hold a significant over-represented advantage among the American middle class.

This stems from the intrinsic logical nature of the German language.

Among all languages, Germanic speakers are known for their strong sense of logic; this led to a large number of philosophers emerging in the 18th and 19th centuries.

Although most Germanic Americans no longer speak German, the logical upbringing passed down through generations has laid a natural competitive advantage for those of Germanic descent.

Lisa is one such example; she is kind and smart, without any sign of lead poisoning.

It seems Cheng Daqi shouldn’t have to choose between multiple choice questions.