My American magical life
Chapter 127 - 127 46 Smashed the American Dream

127: Chapter 46: Smashed the American Dream?

_2 127: Chapter 46: Smashed the American Dream?

_2 To celebrate the four of them surviving the kidnappers, Scott decided to treat everyone to a meal.

The little tavern was moderately priced, and the pork chops were delicious—just what the blond veteran craved.

Taking a big bite of the honey-glazed pork ribs, Cheng Daqi smiled, waiting for Sani and the other two to give their answers.

“But I don’t believe that crap, Chan.”

Sani was the most indifferent to these things; she never thought she would have any connection to those ridiculous slogans.

“Chan, I think it’s similar to the ‘intent’ in Hua Country’s martial arts, only by believing in the ‘intent’ can it be realized.”

Kernor was an enigma, unquestionably foolish when observed as a steady figure in the world.

But the moment he linked any problem to his beloved Hua Country martial arts, he would instantly gain a considerable intelligence boost.

“You know it’s a lie as well, my experiences tell me it’s a lie, so I stopped believing, I don’t believe it anymore.”

The blond veteran gave the most logical and normative answer.

Looking at the three junior members he had reserved, Cheng Daqi felt exhausted.

Other people’s lives leveled up by fighting monsters and gathering talented followers.

His life, full of begging, wandering, and being kidnapped, did not include a single follower who could be considered normal.

Eldest junior Sani, suspected of having only a primary school education, ran away from home and mixed with street life, devoid of any skills.

But Sani accompanied him through the nadir, a person of grace.

Second junior Kernor, suspected of having barely a primary school diploma and being particularly fond of lead sugar, was so dull it merited study.

The kind of study that could produce ten articles in top journals.

But Kernor earned his apprenticeship with Cheng Daqi by almost costing him his first kiss with three bad moves.

Ridiculous, yet Cheng Daqi really had to lift a hand.

After a dozen years in the underworld, one must have some principles after all.

Third junior Scott, with just a high school diploma, relied on strength to become the most talented of the three prospective juniors.

But this PTSD-damaged ordinary veteran had lost his faith in life.

The three prospective juniors, each with bigger issues than the last, Cheng Daqi decided to start with a sizeable and reliable pie in the sky.

Living on an empty promise, an ancient practice, long cherished by all kinds of heroes, is truly the unbeatable approach to starting from scratch.

Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Cheng Daqi stood up from his chair.

He began to speak slowly, in a light tone.

“I used to be a person without any aspirations, only in the morning when I woke up did I think about what to do for the day, to pass my desolate life.

I was actually happy then because I didn’t have to think about anything in the future, I lived in that desolation, enjoying everything.”

Empathy, but not just empathy, Cheng Daqi thought of himself too.

Cheng Daqi thought of his past life when he earned his first million running an auto repair shop.

Evicted by the landlord, a new auto repair shop opened at the same location, owned by the landlord.

His business was crushed by the harsh realities of life, leaving him in a void of emptiness.

“In the past, life beat me down and that cruel reality became the cage that bound me.

I was afraid to escape it, afraid to face it, afraid to fail again.”

This speech-like manner of speaking was an intentional trial by Cheng Daqi, he wanted to see if his oratory skills could be triggered in well-designed language.

“It wasn’t until one day that I realized my life was withering away in desolation.

People are no different from one another, physiologically, the richest mogul and a beggar are no different.

Yet people without any difference have entirely different lives, we wither on society’s edge, but what about them?”

A little white lie, some contrast, some metaphors, and finally, a question.

Posing questions to capture the audience’s attention, simple yet effective in face-to-face communication.

“Why do we desperately queue for handouts, while they are tired of the most delicious food?

Why do we yearn for safety we cannot get, while they live in the most secure villas, even with security for travel?

Why have we lost even our families, while they can gain so much love with their wealth?

Why are we despised wherever we go, while they receive respectful gazes?

It’s money!

It’s because we have nothing!”

Cheng Daqi’s voice grew more impassioned as he tried to influence everyone’s emotions.

He had almost forgotten Maslow’s hierarchy of needs, but he vaguely remembered a few simple points.

All his preparations achieved the results Cheng Daqi anticipated, successfully triggering his Level 2 oratory skill.

Under the influence of the system skill, Sani and the others were lost in thought.

Scott was the first to snap out of it, questioning,

“Chan, you’re wrong, we’re not the same, you’re not without anything, you still have a company!”

Sani and Kernor also came around.

That’s right, this guy isn’t without anything, he has a company!

Cheng Daqi was a bit dumbfounded; it seemed the system skill was a bit too effective, as everyone had taken every word he said to heart.

But after Scott listened and absorbed it, he actually pointed out the flaw in his story.

Picking up a glass of water tactically, Cheng Daqi tried to hide his embarrassment with the action.

The black girl rested her cheek in one hand on the table, looking at the immensely awkward Cheng Daqi, and asked.

“Were you just giving a speech?”

It was completely messed up!

“I was hoping to ignite your fighting spirit, roughly,

As friends, I hope you could join me in starting a business.”

Cheng Daqi answered with a wry smile.

He had just begun to find his rhythm in the speech when Scott interrupted his casting.