My American magical life
Chapter 151 - 151 57 When to Let Go Mi'er

151: Chapter 57 When to Let Go, Mi’er 151: Chapter 57 When to Let Go, Mi’er Communication is a fundamental skill that socialized people must master.

For most people, seeking self-worth through integration into a collective is an essential choice in their lives.

In the process of dealing with the collective, how to effectively communicate with different people is a skill that requires continuous learning and updating.

Cheng Daqi was not an American, and all his communication skills were honed in Hua Country in a previous life.

Fortunately, the underlying logic of human nature is universal, regardless of race, country, or culture.

Greed and fear, these two terrible traits, are etched into everyone’s bones.

Even the most exceptional emperors fear, fear the sudden loss of power one day; for power, they would not hesitate to kill their own sons.

Even the wealthiest merchants cannot restrain their greed when faced with greater interests, greedily selling the very ropes that hang themselves.

Gru was fierce, but he was also greedy, greedy for power, greedy for a higher position.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have taken the risk, setting up a shocking conspiracy.

When a person has nothing, they are fearless because they have nothing left to lose.

But, if that person truly acquires interests, they will immediately change their mind because of the interests in their hands.

Gru won, got in with Niusen, and became the hottest figure in the Saint Rodu police world.

Does he still have the courage to take risks without care?

Cheng Daqi didn’t think it was a problem.

It was eleven-thirty in the morning in America, and Gru was slacking off in his office as usual.

The new female secretary elegantly bent over in front of him, squatting down to pick up the ‘accidentally’ dropped file.

While he worried about the subordinate’s carelessness and wanted to help, a call that attempted to tighten Gru’s balls lit up on his cellphone.

Looking at the unfamiliar caller ID, the middle-aged corrupt officer frowned.

“Who is this?”

Waving the secretary away, Gru asked in a low voice.

His tone carried an air of disdain, an authority that didn’t require anger to be imposing.

Yes, he had become the true king of the Saint Rodu police world.

Even Niusen had to treat him with enough respect.

Could Cheng Daqi threaten such a man?

“Mr.

Gru, Thor just scared my girlfriend.”

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Temir and Lisa quietly watched Cheng Daqi chat.

The blonde girl didn’t understand Cheng Daqi’s flexible standards for action.

Just now, Thor had pointed a gun at her, and now Cheng Daqi was inviting Thor’s boss to his party.

And that was a corrupt cop; what made you so confident in your judgment?

If Gru really lost it and killed you without regard for the rules, what then?

It can only be said that this girl, unsuited for the palace intrigue, is still standing in the basement, not even touching the first layer.

In the game of power, regardless of alliances, everyone will first exclude those who do not follow the rules.

That is the biggest rule.

That’s why most heroes in stories exist as rebels.

Temir, on the other hand, found it very interesting; she wasn’t afraid of so-called corrupt cops.

But Cheng Daqi’s shrewdness and wisdom, as well as that bloodthirstiness to bite down on an opportunity, were novel to her.

She had seen too many men.

Those who were physically strong, boastful, particularly clever, or strikingly handsome.

These men fought over her, fought for her, and some were even crippled in the process.

But all those ridiculous things those ridiculous people did didn’t compare to Cheng Daqi’s firm tone and unabashed bloodthirstiness for interests.

Not even close.

The black-haired wealthy woman thought of her grandfather’s words; she was seven years old, lying in his arms watching TV, and on the screen was the little mustache giving a speech.

“Mi’er, the real strong aren’t about how loud their voices are or how powerful their strength is.”

“Then what makes someone strong?”

The curious little girl asked.

“Look, he is strong, he has the courage to draw his sword against powerful enemies; every word and deed of the strong reveals their extraordinary courage and wisdom.”

Her grandfather, who was over ninety, had lived in the same era as the little mustache, witnessed his terror, and thus fled with his family to America.

Yet decades later, when he saw the demon king again, he still expressed heartfelt admiration.

It was an admiration of extraordinary courage and wisdom.

“Grandpa, but isn’t he a bad guy according to the TV?”

The seven-year-old girl was already learning to argue.

Grandfather chuckled and fondly touched Temir’s head, saying meaningfully,

“So, you can’t lose, because if you lose, you’re the bad guy.”

The flashback of memory surfaced and vanished just as suddenly, and the black-haired wealthy woman’s thoughts returned to the present.

She reached out and grabbed Cheng Daqi’s hanging left wrist.

She didn’t care whether Cheng Daqi could really ‘help her’ as he said; she wasn’t concerned about Gru’s threats either.

The black-haired wealthy woman hoped, hoped that the sword forged by Cheng Daqi’s courage could cut through those insurmountable barriers and shatter the enemy’s flags.

“Chan, you can’t lose.”

When you don’t understand a woman’s actions, don’t ask why; just follow her heart.

Women’s reasons are always bizarre, but Temir’s concern at the moment was clear to Cheng Daqi.

The blonde girl’s head moved like a tracking camera following the hands of Temir and Cheng Daqi as they joined.

I’m sitting right across from you; how similar do I look to the past?

Chan, you’re really good at changing; in just a few days, you’ve stolen my best friend.

Shaking her head inwardly, Lisa chose to bless them with a smile on her face.