My American magical life
Chapter 143 - 143 54 A Gun Pointed at His Forehead!

143: Chapter 54: A Gun Pointed at His Forehead!

143: Chapter 54: A Gun Pointed at His Forehead!

Sani looked helplessly at the two simpletons in front of her.

Scott and Kernor were grumbling as they carried two big bags, heading towards the big house.

“I’ve said it before, Chan gave us a big budget, there’s absolutely no need to raid Red Street’s supply points.”

That was what she said, but Sani herself was also carrying quite a few things.

She had just followed the two unscrupulous young men to skip the line and grab a lot of stuff.

“Save where we can, spend where we must, it’s foolish not to take advantage of a good deal!”

Kernor had a rare moment of brilliance, coming up with what seemed to be a universal answer regardless of version.

Admittedly, he was indeed an exceptionally unstable genius.

“Sani, you don’t understand, entrepreneurship is difficult, every penny counts.

I learned the hard way by spending recklessly, which led to bankruptcy upon my divorce.

Now Chan has given us a budget, but we still need to save where we can.”

The blond unfortunate spoke.

The sad tale of his divorce had been etched into his brain, and for Scott, prudence was essential when spending Cheng Daqi’s generous budget.

Kernor strongly agreed with Scott’s view.

“I understand what you mean, but I’m even clearer about Chan’s thoughts.

He must value this party highly; otherwise, he wouldn’t have set aside a thousand Dollars for procurement.”

The black girl wanted to help Cheng Daqi make the event even better.

Therefore, she thought that Scott and Kernor’s idea of pinching pennies might not be suited for the current situation.

“It’s fine, it’s not even noon yet.

Let’s go back first and see what we have from the stuff we picked up.

This afternoon, we’ll go to the supermarket to look for props to set up the scene.”

The blond veteran dropped the bags on the ground and rotated his shoulders as he spoke.

Sani silently gave him an eye roll.

“We’ve picked up more than a dozen pieces of clothing, five or six blankets, and a bunch of toiletries.

Do you think we can use these at the party?”

“At the very least, they will be useful for us, and for Chan, right?”

Scott replied.

“He hasn’t even decided on the party theme yet.

He just mentioned moving party.”

Sani felt a bit exasperated.

She had asked Cheng Daqi this question over the phone, but he didn’t seem to have much knowledge about parties.

Hence, he only replied, ‘Moving party, discuss it with Scott, try to spend the full thousand Dollars, make it nice.’

“What about queuing at the swimming pool?

How about that?”

Kernor, with his unusual train of thought, had remembered the swimming pool in the backyard of the house.

“So the moving party’s theme should be the pool?”

Scott dismissed his buddy’s absurd suggestion.

Pool parties are typically for young people, often serving as a warm-up before a bigger event.

No decent person would turn a moving party into a pool party.

“Let’s just make it look like an ordinary family party, make it cozy,

but we can make the food more varied and colorful to give everyone a good memory with delicious food.”

Sani thought Scott’s idea seemed feasible.

But following this line of thinking brought up a new issue.

“I can’t cook, what about you guys?

Are your cooking skills any good?”

The black girl looked at the blond old-timer and the brainless youth expectantly.

“Nope, I served in the military for so many years, always eating crap, didn’t have much chance to cook.”

“No, I left home when I was thirteen…”

The three of them stared at each other, somewhat on the verge of tears.

They had already promised to help Chan with his business venture, and as good friends who’d been through life and death with Chan, they wanted to help their friend succeed.

But now, they were struggling with a simple task Chan had assigned.

“Alright, let’s not think about the cooking; I’ll take responsibility for finding someone.

But do you guys have any ideas for party decorations?

Like flowers, balloons, maybe setting up fairy lights at the entrance, what do you think?”

As for cooking, Sani already had an answer in mind.

It was the owner of ‘BBB Burgers,’ that fat chef named Domo.

Although the chef had a curious knack for naming, the food he made was indeed delicious.

Moreover, his shop obviously did very little business.

Sani figured that fifty Dollars should be enough to hire Domo for the event.

But setting the scene for the party was indeed a big problem.

With a limited budget, creating a cozier atmosphere was something that required a holistic design.

“I can help make the fairy lights; I know how to do it.”

Scott really did know.

“Just buy some ordinary light bulbs, and then make lampshades out of colored paper to create lights of different colors.

I decorated like that for Christmas in the military base in Afghanistan!”

Well, eight years of extended military service did teach him various skills; the blond veteran was a man of many talents.

“I…

I can help blow up balloons!”

After much pondering, Cort finally despondently realized his bulky frame was practically useless.

He was just a big dummy who could only blow up balloons!

“What about flowers?

Buying them directly can be expensive, is there any way we could…

you know?”

The black girl genuinely hoped to make more with less.

The limited skills of one were proving to be the limited skills of three, leading once more to silent, exasperated stares.

“How about sending Cort on a zero-Dollar shopping spree?”

Scott suggested an astonishingly brilliant idea.

Whenever he and his downtrodden brother fantasized about getting by during tough times, they would always dream about starting a business.

The kind of business you start with zero Dollars.

They had polished several versions of this business plan throughout the evenings.