My American magical life
Chapter 125 - 125 45 The Real Con Artist Can Suffocate Millions With Dreams by Their Skill_2

125: Chapter 45: The Real Con Artist Can Suffocate Millions With Dreams by Their Skill_2 125: Chapter 45: The Real Con Artist Can Suffocate Millions With Dreams by Their Skill_2 “Chan, Kernor and I saw your performance yesterday very clearly.

It wouldn’t surprise me if a person like you owned a company or was a millionaire.”

“But on one hand, you talk about owning a company, and on the other, you beg on the streets and fight with this idiot.

Are you trying to experience life or something?”

Scott had seen a lot, but it was the first time he had seen a company owner who liked to beg on the streets for a living.

There’s no shortage of oddities in America, but Cheng Daqi still managed to astonish him.

“Let’s put it this way, this is a contract I’ve just signed with a client.

You can take a look.”

He took out the contract that Temir had just written, extracted the part about the payment, and handed the rest to Scott.

Kernor’s big head and the unfortunate old soldier’s blond head came together as they carefully examined the contract.

“Are your clients those two beauties we just saw?” Kernor asked, his voice trembling with sheer anticipation.

An actor, clients, and beauties, the clever Kernor had already guessed what kind of job Cheng Daqi had in store for him!

He hoped to start working immediately and be thoroughly exploited!

Scott’s thoughts were also led astray by his idiotic companion, and he looked at Cheng Daqi in shock.

Damn, you have a strong and manly appearance, so it turns out this is what you do.

It’s disgusting how you can make money lying down, and all the clients are beauties, too.

“Since you’ve seen what just happened, I’ll be frank.

I’m looking for two actors, and you both have a lot of potential.”

Unaware that the two people across him had misunderstood, Cheng Daqi was still sincerely extending his invitation.

“I can do it, Chan.

I can start working right now.

Salary isn’t important; what matters is that I love acting!”

It was rare for Kernor to be so quick-witted; he was looking forward to a bright future.

Scott shook his head gently, emphatically declining.

“I’ll pass.

I don’t like this kind of work, Chan.

We shouldn’t abandon our principles for money.

And this industry can make you sick.

You’re still young; there’s really no need.”

The sincere voice and concerned eyes of his blond friend completely flustered Cheng Daqi.

“I’m in media, isn’t that a perfectly normal industry?”

“Not that kind of media?”

Realizing that he might have misunderstood, Kernor’s eyes were filled with disappointment.

“A serious company that helps others manage their accounts.

You’ll understand once you finish reading the contract.”

Cheng Daqi responded with a shrug.

He was currently chatting with Li Haiping on his phone about finding a house.

He had worked with this intermediary brother before, who had migrated from Bengbu to America.

As an all-purpose intermediary in Chinatown, Li Haiping often posted information about house rentals, so it made sense for Cheng Daqi to seek his help.

Cheng: “Put simply, my Hua Country company plans to use company funds to rent a house in America for employee accommodation.

Can it be done?”

Li: “Can do.

The simplest way is to pay in the mainland and rent in America under a personal name, not the company’s.

Doing it through the company complicates things a bit.”

Cheng: “And the fee?”

Li: “I’ll handle the entire process for $1,800, including all service charges.

I’m only making a few hundred dollars for my trouble.”

Cheng: “What about the available housing options?”

Li: “You have choices across all of America, any regularly rented property listed on the platforms.

Once you decide, I’ll help you with the process.

If any landlord is difficult to deal with, just switch targets.”

Cheng: “For payments from Hua Country, what’s the exchange rate?”

Li: “Five percent markup.

This channel is only for rent-related fund turnover, nothing in large sums, very safe.”

Cheng: “No large transactions?”

Li: “Small ones are out of the question, too…

This really is just for renting purposes.

If CEO Cheng needs assistance with capital outflow, I can introduce you to specialists.”

Cheng: “Not interested, haha.

I don’t have a driving license or a car in America yet.

Come meet me in person to talk, I’ll send you an address.”

Li: “I can also help with getting a driving license and buying a car.

I’ve got the contacts.

No discounts, but at least you won’t get ripped off.”

Cheng: “We’ll talk about that later.

Let’s sort out the house first.”

Intermediaries are there for this reason.

Renting a house in America can be quite a hassle – or rather, renting anywhere is never simple.

Especially since Cheng Daqi didn’t want to spend his own money.

A million in the company account, that was a gift from Brother Sun, best not wasted.

And renting a house under the company’s name was much more complicated than personal renting.

$1,800 is just a one-time expense, with the company covering all subsequent rental funds.

It’s quite a bargain.

“Chan, I now believe you have a company, but why are you still homeless on the streets?”

Having read the contract, Scott now believed Cheng Daqi’s words, but his doubts persisted.

“I had an accident after coming from Hua Country to America, and only recently re-established contact with home.

It’s just that these last few days I’ve been forced to live on the streets, but that’s about to end.”

Just as he typed the last letter in his reply to Li Haiping, Cheng Daqi answered with a smile.

The blond veteran showed a touch of envy in his eyes.

He had long felt that Cheng Daqi was no ordinary person.

This feeling didn’t appear suddenly; it might have come from Cheng Daqi’s calmness in the face of gunfire or perhaps from his bravery when dealing with kidnappers.

Now, hearing Cheng Daqi admit he wasn’t a homeless man himself, the veteran felt it was only normal to be envious.

He was not the only one with that sentiment.

Lisa didn’t think Cheng Daqi would always be a vagrant; she even introduced him to one of her wealthy best friends.

Eris, the West Coast agent, harbored similar thoughts.

He even believed that even without his help, Cheng Daqi could make a splash in America on his own merits.

Temir and Gru were no exceptions; among the Americans Cheng Daqi encountered, they were of the highest status.

But both had grown to admire the ostensibly homeless man after meeting him.

It must be clarified that considering someone a sophisticated con artist is a form of admiration.

A true master swindler has the power to choke millions with dreams.

In that sense, Scott wasn’t the first person to think that Cheng Daqi was out of the ordinary, nor would he be the last.

“Chan, are you going back to Hua Country?”

Kernor’s concerns were different from Scott’s.

Hearing that Cheng Daqi would soon be off the streets, he worried whether his bargain mentor would return to his homeland.

“Not returning to my country.

My American dream isn’t fulfilled yet, why would I go back?.”

Cheng Daqi had actually given serious thought to whether or not to leave America.

Especially after being rescued from Red Street Library by Gru and confessing his schemes to Temir.

At that moment, he harbored thoughts of heading back to develop his career there if things didn’t go well.

After all, even the strongest can’t maintain a firm resolve after a brush with death.

The true horror that comes with life and death did indeed stir a retreat in Cheng Daqi’s heart to some extent,

Unfortunately, Temir didn’t give him the chance.

Or more accurately, luckily Temir didn’t give him an excuse to escape.

After reflecting on whether to return to his homeland to pursue his future, Cheng Daqi grew even more determined.

He would stay in America and try his best to achieve his American dream.

Steadfastly contribute to the population business of America!

And stir things up with vigor!

“The American dream?

Ha, that’s just a deceitful slogan, do you really believe in it?”

mocked the blond veteran.

Already battered by life, by the surreal reality of America, he wouldn’t be fooled by such empty phrases again.

Kernor wanted to argue on Cheng Daqi’s behalf, but his lips moved without words, unable to process a rebuttal.

“Scott, I’m really sorry about what happened yesterday.

I didn’t expect your past experiences to be so…

so unfortunate.

Unfortunate, as a friend, I will sigh for your misfortune.

But life can’t always be smooth sailing, can it?.”

Cheng Daqi, on the other hand, hoped to comfort Scott, to lift the spirits of this unfortunate soul.

With the exposure from the kidnapping variety show, this blond brother now had tens of millions of views.

His story was tragic and topical.

A guaranteed money-making talent.

If only he could get Scott to join Shanhaiguan Media…