My American magical life
Chapter 163 - 163 62 The American Turtle Man Brings Shock to Cheng Daqi_2

163: Chapter 62: The American Turtle Man Brings Shock to Cheng Daqi_2 163: Chapter 62: The American Turtle Man Brings Shock to Cheng Daqi_2 Hei Mei’s words, posted online, would have led to a settlement.

But Sani really thought so.

“You’ve been busy since this morning, how did you get lunch?”

Cheng Daqi asked with concern.

The buddies were not his beasts of burden, but his bros; he couldn’t work them to death.

“Begging, I think we can go begging every day, and even take care of your share.”

Kernor knew how to save money; he realized he couldn’t create value for the team but was clear on how to reduce expenses.

Hei Mei nodded in approval, thinking Kernor was pretty smart, just not consistently so.

Begging not only filled their stomachs but also saved Cheng Daqi money; it was a great deal indeed.

“Two free meals a day, I can lead the line, it’s easy to get.”

Kernor added, as the team’s biggest eater, saving on food was a boon; he thought begging was awesome.

In his simple gaze lay a wisdom aimed solely at the team’s interests, leaving Cheng Daqi and even his good buddy, Scott, speechless.

Scott felt he could go without a salary; free room and board were already good.

After all, Cheng Daqi had given him hope.

But…

the team was just starting; poor as they were, need they continue begging for a living?

I begged every day when I saw no hope in life.

Now that I see the hope, and I’m following you into entrepreneurship, we’re still f***ing begging?

Wasn’t that entrepreneurship for nothing?

“There’s no need; we don’t have to keep begging.

Most free food isn’t tasty, and a lot of it might not be fresh.”

Cheng Daqi dismissed Kernor’s ‘smart’ suggestion.

He was about to secure investment; he could still afford his buddies’ meals.

Even if Kernor were to indulge, he couldn’t eat Cheng Daqi’s new company out of business.

Just as the blond veteran was mentally commending Cheng Daqi, Cheng Daqi’s next words broke his defense.

“However, Scott, you need to continue begging.”

“WHAT!?!”

Scott was utterly shocked.

Who could bear this!

They don’t have to beg, yet you emphasize that I should?

Let’s be honest, is that a polite thing to do?

Your startup is pretty awesome, Chan!

On the second day of founding, you’re forming cliques at warp speed, right?

The problem is, there are only four people in the company now, and you three form a clique while I beg?

I’m totally numb; that’s the only feeling Scott has right now.

In the morning, I followed dumb old Black to stand in line for clothes and blankets, and on the way back, I even committed a crime with them.

In the afternoon, I led them to the supermarket for groceries, offering plenty of guidance.

I’ve worked for the team, I’ve sweated for the team, and in the library, I nearly bled for the team!

Without me, this team would truly fall apart!

Noticing the blond guy’s indignant look, Cheng Daqi realized he needed a good explanation.

His words were just too easy to be misunderstood.

“Cort, listen, you are a man with massive potential, remember what we talked about at the bar?

Your trajectory starts from the bottom, slowly climbing up to middle class, your story giving power and healing to many others.

It is true that I want you to beg, but I do not have even the slightest issue with you.

This is the path to fame I’ve tailored for you.

At the end of this road is not just money but, more importantly, through your story of self-redemption, inspiring many others to regain the courage to face tragic lives.”

Cheng Daqi had a knack for painting a rosy picture for his employees.

Isn’t everyone a damned capitalist?

In just a few words, he linked begging with ‘self-redemption’ and ‘helping others face tragic lives with confidence.’

Scott, go ahead and beg!

At the end of begging is not just money but a beautiful life and the future to influence millions!

“But I still don’t want to beg…..”

The ideas of the blond veteran were very different from those of Kernor and Sani.

He never felt like he was at the bottom of society, never felt that his ability was only good for begging to survive.

He used to be a soldier serving his country, with a happy family, his own large house, and even children.

Um, skin color doesn’t matter, it was indeed a child.

What mattered to him was that he had tasted the good life, and now he wanted to find his way back to the life he had lost.

He did not want to hang around the streets anymore, nor did he want to beg with those stinking vagabonds.

This was the fundamental difference between him and Sani and Kernor.

When his life was hopeless, he did not care.

But now, he cared a great deal.

“Do you want your ex-wife and her adulterous lover to lead a happy life?”

Cheng Daqi’s words whispered like the Devil, as he ‘bewitched’ the blond veteran.

There are many reasons that drive a person to strive, and hatred has always been one of the most powerful among those reasons.

When a person’s hatred is big enough, he can smile and have a pleasant conversation with his enemy; he can endure under his enemy’s hands for decades and then rise up overnight.

Scott, your hatred should be enough, right?

“I wish they were dead!

But I don’t want her to die.”

A cuckold can also become an excellent soldier.

Scott was an excellent soldier, but it did not impact his cuckold instincts.

This fellow, who seemingly had blond hair on the outside but was a pure cuckold at heart, really did give Cheng Daqi a tremendous cuckold shock.

She has become like that, and you still…

“Cort, you must succeed, you must succeed by any means necessary, and only then can you use your own money to realize your own ideas.”

Our company is very small, very poor right now, but you can believe me, Cort, Sani, Cole, you must believe me.

I will lead you to success, just like today; you all did great, better than many Americans I know.”

If it’s difficult to hoodwink one person, then go for a team hoodwinking.

Don’t get stuck in one alley; changing the approach can also solve the problem.

“Chan, I believe in you!”

“Si serve, I believe in you too!”

The pressure was put on the blond cuckold Scott, and Cheng Daqi stepped forward, supported Scott’s arm with his hand, and said,

“Cort, make her regret it, make that black man despair, be a bit harsher on yourself like a man, can you?”

Fortunately, there were no LGBT groups in Cheng Daqi’s company, otherwise, with just that sentence of his, his company would be ruined.

Scott looked up, gazed steadily at Cheng Daqi, and said,

“Chan, I will do it!”

The flame of hatred finally ignited in the eyes of this man.

Whom did he hate?

His wife who cheated and stabbed him in the back?

Or the black man who wore his green hat, lived in his house, and drove the car he bought?

Cheng Daqi had no interest in caring about this; he was just certain that his companion had finally found a true reason to strive.

Let the fire of hatred burn; the fiercer, the better!

I will bring you the wind, provide you with the fuel.

Scott’s story is overly melancholic, and his kidnapping experience is too dramatic, his eight years of military service…

All of it created a perfect, post-fame internet celebrity aura for him.

“So, Cort and I are all good for today?”

Sani still wanted to continue to grind for the capitalists, no, not for the capitalists, but for her friends and family; she wanted to help Cheng Daqi succeed in his start-up.

“Ha, you all did really great today.

If you want to do something, you could check out some photography tutorials on YouTube.

Eventually, I’m going to buy professional photography equipment, and then you’ll need to work part-time as a photographer, taking pictures of Kernor or Scott.”

Cheng Daqi would bring professional photographers to join the American branch of the company in the future.

But that didn’t affect his plan to train Sani in photography.

While photography technology might be complex in specialized fields, regular video filming is not too hard.

Sani couldn’t always be a good bro who knows nothing.

The black girl was Cheng Daqi’s first friend in America and the person he trusted the most.

Cheng Daqi sincerely hoped that the black girl would slowly grow into a capable and wise young woman.