My American magical life
Chapter 138 - 138 51 Why Should I Be the One to Undergo Gender Reassignment_2

138: Chapter 51: Why Should I Be the One to Undergo Gender Reassignment?_2 138: Chapter 51: Why Should I Be the One to Undergo Gender Reassignment?_2 “Don’t worry, Elder Li, I won’t make things difficult for you.”

But you must take our cooperation seriously.

I’ve only discussed this with you alone, understand?”

Elder Li, since you’re so generous, I definitely won’t let you down.

I’ve already given you the opportunity to make money by working hard for me, so make sure you grasp it well.

“Of course, I already drafted a preliminary plan for the channels and agents last night.

Such matters are best handled with more people involved.

I’ll report the specifics to you, CEO Cheng, when we meet tomorrow night.”

Knowing one’s place, efficient in handling affairs, understanding the right timing and occasion, and even knowing to give ‘gifts’ to Cheng Daqi in advance.

CEO Cheng was indeed very satisfied with such a partner.

“Alright then, go on with your business.”

Listening to the dial tone on the phone, Li Haiping swore resentfully.

“Damn it, watch me bring in three thousand people for you in three months,

and after three months, we’ll split the profits seventy-thirty.

You’ll regret it then!”

After inviting over Li Haiping, Cheng Daqi felt that it was indeed time to talk with Eris.

His entire cooperation with Li Haiping was based on Eris being able to pull the strings for him.

If he didn’t get Eris on board, forget about fifty million, he wouldn’t earn a dime.

After transferring a thousand dollars to Sani for party preparations, Cheng Daqi left his new home, where he had stayed just one night.

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“He said he found a landlord willing to rent him a place, now he has somewhere to live, and he wants to have a moving party tomorrow night, Mi’er, wake up.”

Every few days, the blonde girl chooses a morning to go for a run.

So she saw Cheng Daqi’s message earlier than Temir did.

Actually, the message wasn’t particularly special; parties are a part of everyday life in America.

Dog birthday parties, breakup bashes, group sports parties (strike that)—Lisa had attended plenty in the past.

As for why she woke Temir up so early in the morning, acting all excited, it was purely because she wanted to get back at her best friend for disturbing her sweet dreams the day before.

Who doesn’t have a temper?

“Honey, I know you love him too, but there’s no need to get this excited.

It’s just a move, and I’m the one paying for his moving expenses after all.”

The raven-haired heiress, holding a coffee cup, pulled open the bedroom door without even glancing at Lisa, muttering as she went to fetch her coffee.

Woken up by her best friend early in the morning, she needed something to perk her up.

“No, my feelings toward him are just of an ordinary friend, nothing to do with romance at all!”

The blonde girl was adamant, her tone firm as well.

Lisa and Temir were close, but she was not like Temir, who ‘loved’ every new face she saw.

“Alright, friend, I said the same thing about a ‘friend’ when I was thirteen, and then my ‘friend’ got beaten up.”

“Isn’t your brother always making your life difficult, wishing you’d just die?

He still cares about this?”

The blonde girl decided against going for a run, noticing that Temir seemed a bit downcast.

“Did you have a nightmare again, Mi’er?”

Sitting next to Temir, Lisa hugged her best friend.

“No, heh, do you still think I’m that silly girl who just started college?

I was just thinking about my brother’s attitude.

He feels that by dating a black person, I’m tarnishing the Caramakris family’s honor.”

“Don’t you discriminate against black people too?” Lisa didn’t think her best friend had any right to comment on racial issues concerning her so-called brother.

“Alright, I’m despicable, I feel I was born in the wrong place, you understand?

According to my brother, the Caramakris family has been served by black slaves since three thousand years ago, maybe their brainwashing has made me what I am now.”

The raven-haired heiress truly envied Lisa’s family situation; her best friend was nearly twenty-four and still so naïve and adorable.

Who wouldn’t like a girl grown in love, wrapped in the warmth of her family?

“Why don’t we switch?

I’ll go be the pampered heiress, the noble lady, and you can live out my Cinderella life.”

Lisa felt that Temir was just whining without cause—so wealthy and still fixated on family disharmony.

That was about a multi-billion-dollar estate to split, anyone would fight tooth and nail for it.

“You’re not Cinderella, honey.

Will you marry me?

We can adopt a baby together, or you could have a sex change.”

“Damn it, why should I be the one to get a sex change?”

“Are you saying you’re ready to agree to my proposal?”

Temir was over the moon and tried to give her bestie a big kiss.

“No, I’m asking you, why aren’t you the one to get a sex change and become a man!”

The blonde white girl was truly furious, shivering with anger.

Why the hell should she be the man, she thought.

“Because I love the feeling of being loved, honey, so I enjoy watching you cook for me.

Let’s stay in love until the end of the world, shall we?”

“Cook yourself!

I need to go for a run on an empty stomach this morning!”

Infuriated by her bestie, the blonde white girl lost all interest in chatting and decided to continue with her run.

“There’s a gym next door with treadmills…”

Watching her bestie leave without looking back, Temir pouted.

You have a treadmill at home, yet you still want to go out for a run.

What, do you enjoy showing off your sexy workout clothes?

Knowing Lisa wouldn’t think that way, Temir still wanted to bitch about it.

That’s a bestie for you— one second hoping you’d become a man and love you to the end of the world, the next second cursing you in her heart as a little slut.

On her phone, messages from Cheng Daqi were flashing.

She sipped her hot coffee and grimaced from the bitterness.

Temir ‘honey, the world is so bitter, what should I do?’

Cheng ‘Suffering comes from desire; that’s all there is to it.’

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Cheng Daqi was too busy to bicker with the black-haired rich lady, so he just posed a bit and set his phone aside.

It was Riel, with an unfriendly expression, who had opened the door for him; Eris hadn’t gotten up yet.

If you want to gauge someone’s success, it’s actually quite simple.

See if they have the confidence to wake up naturally every day.

If they can, they’re living a divine life; if not, it’s the life of beasts of burden.

“Let’s talk later, Chan.

What happened to that fat black guy who bothered you last time?”

The bear-like Riel leaned against his bedroom door, inquiring about the dark-skinned little fellow from last time.

“He’s alright, he’s been starting a business with me recently.

Last time was just a misunderstanding,”

Cheng Daqi replied with a light laugh.

“You’re starting a business?” Riel was a bit surprised.

“Who’s starting a business?”

Eris pushed open the door, not understanding why Cheng Daqi had come so early.

But hearing ‘starting a business’ from Riel, he sensed that things might be moving in a direction he hadn’t anticipated.

“It’s me, Mr.

Eris, but it’s not really starting a business, just a few friends fooling around,”

Cheng Daqi said modestly, implying it was just a casual thing.

“Okay, maybe you’re telling the truth, but it doesn’t concern me.

Have you figured things out this time?”

Baffled by Cheng Daqi’s early visit, Eris took a vague probing approach.

“Of course, Mr.

Eris, I’ve even brought you good news.”

Cheng Daqi spoke with extreme confidence, vividly painting the prospects of cooperation with Eris.

“It’s about those identity document projects you showed me last time.

A friend of mine wants to collaborate with you through me.

But the prices you gave are too high; with those, we might not see any profit at all.”

Without revealing too much detail, Cheng Daqi intended to test the waters to see if he could negotiate lower prices.

When money was mentioned, Eris instantly became alert.

He had thought Cheng Daqi might just be trying to figure out some identity issue, or borrow money from him.

But Cheng Daqi jumping straight to discussing this gray market business was indeed interesting.

“Your friend?

What friend?”

With your broke-ass look of doing day jobs on the streets, you have a friend capable of doing this kind of business?

You kidding me?

“Mr.

Eris, as you know, I have lived in Hua Country for a long time, so I can speak Chinese,

I have found a Chinese boss doing big business on the West Coast, and he is interested in working with you.”

“Then why didn’t he come in person?”

Eris wasn’t naïve; he caught the loopholes in Cheng Daqi’s story.