My American magical life
Chapter 165 - 165 63 The feeling of being someone's dog is really solid!_2

165: Chapter 63: The feeling of being someone’s dog is really solid!_2 165: Chapter 63: The feeling of being someone’s dog is really solid!_2 “Hmm?

How come so fast?”

Cheng Daqi had just asked in passing, the matter had only started the day before yesterday, not even two days ago, and he hadn’t expected at all that Li Haiping had already pulled in people.

“There are always a lot of people who want to come to America, tons of clients—they just have a hard time establishing trust among each other.”

Pushing up his glasses, Li Haiping replied.

He had already found a few agents, and these agents might develop subagents in the future.

Plus, with referrals from old clients, the business of handling immigration status would only grow bigger.

“How is the payment method set?”

Cheng Daqi had previously discussed this with Li Haiping, suggesting they use virtual currency wallets for payment.

Convenient, tax-free, secret, untraceable.

“Let’s use virtual currency.

I found someone who had done an ICO for cryptocurrencies, and he got me a channel.

I was originally worried he might scam us, but his company and family are all in Saint Rodu, and he has a hostel near Ding Fatzi Square.”

Understanding what Li Haiping meant, Cheng Daqi nodded.

“Send me his information, just the basics, and I’ll have the LAPD pay him a visit someday.”

Gru, you scammed me so badly, you think it’s not time to pay back?

Cheng Daqi felt the world was full of wonders.

Previously, at Red Street Library, he was conned by Gru until he was at his wit’s end.

All of his schemes, predictions, actions had no room to unfold within Gru’s script.

Now, he had a firm grip on Gru’s balls.

It had a taste of karma.

“CEO Cheng, you should rest.

For tonight’s cooking, just roughly tell me what you’d like, and leave the rest to me.

My first job was as a kitchen help in Panyu, and I’ve also been a chef in America for a few years.”

Know your own strength, your own status, and do what suits you.

Li Haiping now had a clear understanding of Cheng Daqi’s power.

He wasn’t unaware that Cheng Daqi could be lying through his teeth.

But did that matter?

If Cheng Daqi really had the power he claimed, even if only half, that would be enough for Li Haiping to be diligently at his service.

In business, to ordinary people, luck is fickle; the only certainty is to follow the right benefactor.

At this point, even if Cheng Daqi had been bluffing from start to finish, Li Haiping was resigned to it.

He trusted his decades of honed intuition; he was sure he hadn’t misread him.

Li Haiping was certain, Cheng Daqi was no ordinary man.

CEO Cheng was different—the way he talked, his actions, and that courage in his eyes.

How could he be just an ordinary man?

“Elder Li, if you’re a chef, that makes things easy.”

Cheng Daqi was pleasantly surprised by his partner’s hidden talent.

An intermediary like Li Haiping actually had a hidden profession?

Unbelievable.

It just goes to show, old Chinese who make their mark overseas are like this, each one who enters the job market is a talent with multiple skills.

“We have all sorts of kitchen utensils now, and I won’t tell you the menu, just use whatever ingredients you find in the fridge.

But wait, why is this stove still a commercial one?”

The more he looked, the more wrong it seemed.

Cheng Daqi discovered the secret setup of the house’s kitchen.

‘I made it for myself, never used it even once, and now I have to cook for you!’

Faced with Cheng Daqi’s question, Li Haiping could only respond with an embarrassed smile.

“Elder Li, Elder Li, all right, just work hard.”

“You go and rest, leave it to me with confidence!”

Watching Cheng Daqi walk away, Li Haiping took a deep breath.

How many years had it been?

He had almost forgotten this kind of feeling.

‘This feeling of being someone’s dog, it’s really solid.’

—————–

It was still that old Ford sedan, and Riel was driving.

This burly man was holding the steering wheel with one hand, while his other hand was on his phone, intently watching a game video.

Eris sat in the passenger seat, not showing any sign of pointing out his subordinate’s dangerous driving.

“Boss, was it really necessary to come this early?”

Riel, noticing they were nearly at their destination, voiced the question he’d kept to himself.

He felt his boss had a particular interest in this Germanic guy named Cheng Daqi.

Could it be?

“Stop the car, you’ll drive past it!”

Eris gave a glare at the distracted Riel and was the first to open the car door.

That West Coast Dream Chaser could only knock the price down by five hundred dollars after negotiating with Komodo.

Five hundred dollars, about enough to brush off a beggar!

According to Komodo, twenty orders were still too few.

Those greedy folks have quite the nerve, but their appetites are just as big!

If Eris can’t bring in a big enough order, then the price can only go as high as 14,500.

That’s why Eris came over just after three, to have another talk with Cheng Daqi about the identity business.

“Boss, this house looks even bigger than your villa.”

Riel’s attributes are quite skewed, which is evident from what he says.

Eris silently nodded his head.

His villa is in a nice part of San Francisco, indeed smaller.

But the house that Cheng Daqi lives in truly is beautiful, definitely worth over a million on the market.

Through one’s car and residence, one can gauge a person’s capability.

Luxury cars, mansions, albeit cliché, really do show one’s strength to potential partners.

Just a few days ago, Cheng Daqi was a street hustler, and now he’s living in a big house.

The West Coast Dream Chaser adjusted his mentality, not to take things lightly, he needed to have a good tug-of-war with Cheng Daqi.

Riel, with the box in his arms, followed behind Eris, who knocked on the door.

Sani opened it.

The black lady was startled by Riel’s towering height of six-foot-three and subconsciously shrank back.

“Hello, we are friends of Chan, invited to his party.”

Without paying attention to Sani’s skin color, Eris spoke warmly.

“Please come in, come in first, I’ll go get him.”

The black lady went upstairs to wake up Cheng Daqi, who was catching up on sleep.

The screenwriters’ scripts were too wordy; he had to teach them through video calls, hands-on, how to stir up the audience’s emotions within three seconds.

Cheng Daqi had been busy all night yesterday, he was really tired.

So today, he went along with Li Haiping’s preference, letting him take care of the cooking.

“Chan, there are two guests here who say they are your friends.”

Sani ran so fast that she was a bit out of breath.

“Two people…

are they male or female?”

“Males.”

“Is there a redhead among them?”

“No.”

Not Gru coming?

At most, it must be Eris then.

Cheng Daqi’s tense nerves slightly relaxed.

Temir hadn’t arrived yet, and if Gru were to come now, he feared he wouldn’t be able to hold out.

The danger posed by a top-tier black police was real, without Temir to overshadow, Cheng Daqi felt timid.

“Mr.

Eris, Riel, ha, welcome!”

Cheng Daqi hadn’t yet descended the stairs but already greeted the two guests.

Eris, as the West Coast agent, was his financial god, and with Riel’s physique, one punch could smash him to pieces.

Both were esteemed guests.

“Why did you bring a gift as well, Mr.

Eris?

That won’t do; I can’t accept it.

Since coming to America, you’ve provided me with so much help.

Your attendance at my housewarming party is already an honor for me.

Let’s forget about the gift; it’s just not appropriate.”

Eris gave Cheng Daqi a glare but said nothing more.

He swore to himself never to be swayed by Cheng Daqi again!

Last time Cheng Daqi negotiated with him on price, he thought about it afterward and felt he got the short end of the stick.

“Alright, you sent me a bottle of wine last time; this time, I’m giving you a whole box.”

The public knowledge says: In Western culture, there’s no room for refusal; everyone speaks directly.

People from our country often decline out of hand when overseas, which is why they struggle to fit in abroad.

Eris demonstrated through his actions that Westerners can also understand a polite refusal.

“CEO Cheng, how would you like this fish prepared?” asked Li Haiping.

He came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, curiously eyeing up Eris and Riel.

Uh-oh!

Cheng Daqi internally cried out in dismay.

He had forgotten about this: one is a distributor, the other a manufacturer.

Cheng Daqi had indeed made a grave and elementary mistake.

To put it bluntly, in the identity wholesale business, he’s just a middleman who makes a profit by exploiting information asymmetry and playing both ends against the middle.

Yes, he brought benefits to both Eris and Li Haiping.

But in this kind of gray market business, there’s no such thing as a formal agreement!

If the manufacturer and distributor reconcile accounts together, Cheng Daqi’s 22,000 dollars in profit per deal would vanish!

Cheng Daqi has the capability for strategizing, but he can’t foresee everything.

This is normal, after all, everyone in their long life will encounter crisis moments of vulnerability—it’s just a question of whether they can cover for it.

Eris looked at this cook with curiosity, and Li Haiping also showed interest in Cheng Daqi’s new guests.

But Cheng Daqi remained unruffled by the emergency, descending the stairs smoothly.