My American magical life
Chapter 153 - 153 58 I Don't Want to Wear the Green Hat

153: Chapter 58 “I Don’t Want to Wear the Green Hat 153: Chapter 58 “I Don’t Want to Wear the Green Hat Cheng Daqi must consider setting up a branch in America.

Establishing Shanhaiguan Media in America.

It’s a bit of an overstatement to draw an equal sign; it’s practically like moving Shanhaiguan to America.

Enter the pass!

A false entry, an unachievable entry, is to liquidate America, to occupy Capitol Hill.

A true entry, an immediate entry, is to move Shanhaiguan here; people stay put, the pass moves.

“So you want to swindle our money and then have a ball, honey?”

The raven-haired rich woman mercilessly punctured Cheng Daqi’s possible plot.

She had seen too many entrepreneurs with nothing but lies,

and as a top-notch rich second generation, an accomplished startup mogul, Temir was also looking for opportunities in startups.

It was only because of her lack of discernment and experience that she had stepped into several major pitfalls.

Lisa, on the other hand, was interested in hearing what Cheng Daqi had to say.

She owned more than ten percent of the shares in OC Perfume, and with her regular salary, she had saved over a million dollars these past two years.

In terms of strength, Lisa was also a rich woman.

It’s just that everything is relative, and compared with her dark-haired bestie, Lisa’s rich woman status seemed somewhat diluted.

“Yes, I plan to swindle your money thoroughly and then find 100 girls.”

Cheng Daqi’s words made Lisa laugh, the blonde doubled over in mirth.

“Chan, I really admire your courage.”

The blonde white girl started the car, sitting up front, while Temir and Cheng Daqi got into the back seat.

“First of all, you guys are my good friends, I wouldn’t scam you.

You know what kind of person I am; even though I might tell some white lies sometimes, to you, Mi’er, I’m sincere.

Lisa, you’ve known me long enough; do you think I’m a bad guy?”

The pie-in-the-sky entrepreneur began his first step of bamboozling investors: selling his personal brand.

Without giving the two ladies a chance to rebut, Cheng Daqi continued his spiel.

“Secondly, my company is not fake; I have an office and staff in Hua Country.

As long as they’re paid well, they can work 18 hours a day.

This is my career; why would I swindle money using my career?

Mi’er, would you swindle money with your OC Perfume?”

The raven-haired rich woman interrupted his spellcasting rhythm.

“Wait, listen, Chan, these last two years I’ve come across a dozen or so startup entrepreneurs, some were classmates from our university, and some were friends.

At first, every one of them seemed as reliable and ambitious as you appear, prioritizing their businesses.

But after a few investments, I ended up getting screwed over without exception.”

The more she talked, the more upset she became, with the raven-haired rich woman nearly moved to tears.

She said fiercely, “Modern society’s laws saved them; if this had happened 100 years ago, those who dared to scam our family would have been thrown straight into the Mediterranean.”

Driving the car, Lisa couldn’t help but sarcastically think to herself, ‘It’s pretty much the same now, you just dumped one into the Mississippi River a few months ago.’

She didn’t have the guts to voice her sarcasm aloud, but in her mind, she was brave, and her inner sarcasm knew no bounds.

“Mi’er, what kind of companies did you invest in before that left you so scarred?”

Cheng Daqi was genuinely interested in the raven-haired rich woman’s failing investment past.

It was a sort of exchange of experience; even lessons in failure were valuable.

Knowing what pitfalls others had fallen into, Cheng Daqi could be more cautious in the future.

“The one that scammed me the most was a sports media company.

The company’s owner told me their mobile app already had seventy thousand active users.

They were just short of a little capital to fully launch across America.

Then he took my 1.5 million and absconded to Russia, spending his days in Russian clubs with models.”

Grinding her teeth, the raven-haired rich woman lamented bitterly over the 1.5 million dollars that went down the drain.

Wow, running off to Russia; that’s genius!

“Okay, Mi’er, those situations are really unfortunate, but surely not every entrepreneur is a scammer.”

Absconding entrepreneurs—clearly, Temir had been set up by a scammer.

Or rather, she had simply played the fool on an occasion.

“Heh, when I think of those bastards, I just can’t help but want to curse.

Honey, I’m really just a gentle and shy girl, but those bastards, they don’t have a truthful bone in their bodies, they’re all liars.

The sports media guy scammed me the most money, but the most painful for me was an adult toy company.”

Blue eyes brimming with a pitiful look, Temir continued her rant.

“Adult toy company?

What do they do?

The industry doesn’t have a high ceiling, but if well-managed, it shouldn’t be hard to make money.”

Cheng Daqi truly believed it was a good market; even a marginal improvement in performance can lead to hefty profits.

“That person told me he wanted to create smart robots; he was a friend of a university classmate and a very talented engineer.”

Lisa, gripping the steering wheel, was on the verge of losing her composure, her body started to quake slightly with suppressed laughter.

The development of Temir’s entrepreneurial story was so absurd, Lisa was eager to see what Cheng Daqi’s reaction would be.

“Are you thinking of the kind of robot I’m thinking of?”

Cheng Daqi’s voice was soft as he hesitantly inquired.

It was a question they all understood; Temir nodded affirmatively.

The raven-haired rich woman covered her eyes and wailed.

“He said he needed to build a machine to validate his revolutionary product.

I invested 800,000 dollars.

Then, with my money, he made himself a girlfriend.

One day, I asked him, ‘How’s our company’s product coming along?’