My American magical life
Chapter 123 - 123 44 Want to Sign a Contract Without Eating

123: Chapter 44: Want to Sign a Contract Without Eating?

123: Chapter 44: Want to Sign a Contract Without Eating?

“Do you guys get any special feeling when you look at me?”

Cheng Daqi’s shameless question was met with four big eye rolls.

“I have a feeling!” Temir replied.

Cheng Daqi’s eyes lit up.

Was the system’s effect this good?

“The feeling that your question is very stupid, that’s also a special feeling, right?”

Turns out the rich lady with a sharp tongue was mocking him.

Lisa covered her mouth, laughing heartily.

Cheng Daqi was a bit confused.

He had already chosen his identity perception, so why were they still treating him the same as before?

‘System, what exactly is the mechanism for this identity recognition integration?’

[Everyone will consider you Germanic when judging your ethnicity and will ignore details that don’t match with your identity]

(Writing this has no intention of being unpatriotic or disliking Hua Country’s identity.

The reality is that as a Chinese person in America, one is excluded and discriminated against, unable to integrate into the mainstream American circle.

Thus, this identity perception setting was established in the first chapter.

The protagonist needs to be able to integrate into America in order to operate better, nothing more.)

After some thought, Cheng Daqi continued to pester the blonde white girl.

“Lisa, I’m also Germanic like you, but why is my skin color yellow?”

He wanted to test just how useful the system’s rationalization load really was.

“I don’t know, but can you answer the question I just asked you?”

The blonde white girl hadn’t yet recovered from Cheng Daqi’s analysis of the Red Street kidnapping case.

But Cheng Daqi had already confirmed the effect of the system’s identity perception.

Very cool, very awesome.

Identity perception was settled; now he just needed a legal identity.

The channel provided by Eris was perfect—he could completely purchase a full set of ‘real identity’ for five hundred thousand Dollars.

Five hundred thousand Dollars, Cheng Daqi looked at the black-haired rich lady with eager eyes.

Temir didn’t want her sweetheart best friend to get too involved with the dark underbelly of America.

“Honey, don’t worry about these things, they’re not for you.

It’s almost noon, let’s go have lunch, Chan.”

Temir’s words reminded him.

The contract wasn’t signed yet!

Sign the contract first, get the payment for managing the rich lady’s account, and then talk.

Cheng Daqi’s tone was somewhat hopeful, unsure how many Gold Coins the rich lady would splurge.

“Mi’er, let’s skip lunch and sign the contract first.

My media company is waiting for you.

The screenwriters are already writing the script, and you haven’t even given the deposit.

I’m so poor I’m about to start begging on the street.”

Sister, you wouldn’t want to see your good friend begging on the streets, would you?

“Because of the kidnapping case you’ve just been through, are you thinking of asking the screenwriter to write a kidnapping script for me?”

Temir posed the question to Cheng Daqi as she took out the contract prepared by the lawyer.

Nodding, Cheng Daqi picked up the contract, ready to read through it first.

(Details on the company’s business contract signing and domestic settlement of overseas orders are not elaborated on, as they’re not important.)

“Are you looking down on me, Chan?”

The black-haired rich lady was a bit angry; she truly didn’t have the slightest intention to cheat Cheng Daqi.

Even while signing the contract, despite thinking Cheng Daqi might be a skilled con artist, she was still looking forward to seeing how he would deceive her next.

Lisa thought Cheng Daqi’s actions were reasonable, but after all, she had a better relationship with Temir, so she just listened quietly.

“Mi’er, I trust you, but I also need to maintain my professionalism.

You certainly don’t like arrogant partners, do you?”

Cheng Daqi understood Temir’s thoughts well; since yesterday up till now, the girl had really started to consider him a good friend because of the kidnapping case, misunderstanding, apologies, and defending him.

Temir pursed her lips and sat down on the hospital bed opposite Cheng Daqi.

He read the contract, and she watched him read the contract.

“Earnest deposit of twenty thousand dollars, three months, with a payment due every fifteen days, and from the second payment, there will be requirements for the account data.”

“So, can you accept these terms?”

The black-haired wealthy woman gave Cheng Daqi a brief introduction.

He shook his head, glanced at the somewhat baffled black-haired wealthy woman with pity, and teased her in reply.

“You’re asking for an increase of fifty thousand followers in three months, Mi’er.

If all clients were like you, MCN companies in Hua Country would be overjoyed.

“Fifty thousand followers in Hua Country could be bought for merely tens of thousands of Hua Yuan at most, and with a bit of operational maneuvering, it might only cost ten thousand.

“Going even shadier, one could buy an established account, change its name, post videos, and pretend it’s yours – that might just cost a few thousand or even less.

“I’m still talking in Hua Yuan here.

“And yet you’re offering me a hundred thousand dollars, God, you’re lucky you found me.

“I won’t scam you.”

It turns out you don’t think I offered too little.

Temir is also a businesswoman, and she smelled an opportunity in Cheng Daqi’s descriptions of rock-bottom prices.

“We could use these methods on YouTube as well.

“There are so many people in America looking to grow their following; we could totally partner up and use these tactics on YouTube for others!”

The more she talked, the more excited the black-haired wealthy woman became, thinking she had spotted a golden path paved ahead.

“It looks like an opportunity, but it’s actually a gray-area scheme, mainly earning money by ripping people off.

“Legal risks, high individual follower cost, YouTube’s oversight – can you solve these issues?”

Of course, Cheng Daqi had no moral qualms about making dirty money.

No qualms ≠ he would do it.

He is an idealistic Reincarnator.

The trend of the times is clear, and when there’s a legitimate path to success, there’s no need to tread a crooked path.

After signing the contract page by page, Cheng Daqi extended his hand.

Temir, whose crossover venture had already failed before it even started, was not in a good mood.

She huffed, didn’t shake hands with Cheng Daqi, and began to sign the contract instead.

“Who taught you this crappy thing, it’s so annoying, can’t we just get it notarized and be done with it?” Temir’s name was much longer than Cheng Daqi’s, and she was nearly worn out from writing.

Noticing that Temir had finished all the signatures and that the earnest deposit had been directly transferred from Lisa’s account to his auxiliary card, Cheng Daqi expressed his generous intentions.

(In the domestic market, there is operating capital, and personal sole proprietorships don’t need to worry about the financial minutiae that large companies do.)

“There’s no need for such a small amount of money to be notarized, Mi’er.

It’s just that my company is just starting out; otherwise, I’d do it for you for free.”

Rolling her eyes, Temir felt she had once again seen through Cheng Daqi.

He seems like a person, but at his core, he’s a scoundrel.

The contract is signed, the earnest deposit has been transferred from Lisa’s account, and now you say you can do it for free?

Pies in the sky don’t cost anything, so you just keep drawing them, right?

Scheming man!

Because the black-haired wealthy woman’s blue eyes were cursing so filthily, Cheng Daqi really experienced the feeling of being cut by a gaze as sharp as knives.

When Temir and Lisa got into the car ready to head home,

“Have you noticed, he seems really professional.”

Holding the steering wheel, Lisa chatted with her best friend about Cheng Daqi.

“He’s more than just professional, honey.”

Reading the news on her phone, Temir replied.

“The head of Saint Rodu’s SWAT committed suicide.

The media says it was because his command was improper, and last night’s operation resulted in the deaths of eight officers, with four others seriously injured.”

Recalling Cheng Daqi’s bold conjectures, the black-haired wealthy woman sighed.

“Indeed, too many died, ah.”

Lisa, however, felt that if so many officers died because of his command, Klauer indeed should have committed suicide as an apology.

Temir put down her phone, speaking in a somber tone.

“The information I got is that at least twenty died,

The police only announced eight,

Ha, America…”