My American magical life
Chapter 167 - 167 64 Today is your time Chan_2

167: Chapter 64 Today is your time, Chan_2 167: Chapter 64 Today is your time, Chan_2 This is different from Thor.

Thor is a fool, while Eris shows contempt!

Cheng Daqi could overlook a fool, but he would never forget the arrogance of contempt!

“Go ahead first, another friend is coming over.”

Though his thoughts were surging, Cheng Daqi showed no inclination to reveal them.

“How many people did you invite today?”

“About a dozen, all friends I’ve made since coming to America.”

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“Domo, my friend, you are the soul of the party, are you ready to showcase your skills?”

The arrival of the plump chef was actually a bit unexpected; yesterday, when Cheng Daqi contacted Domo on social media, he had offered a payment of 300 dollars.

But this skilled and plump chef had immediately stated that he would not accept the money and was willing to come over and help for free.

The plump chef truly gave face, so Cheng Daqi of course had to show him ample respect.

“Domo?

What are you doing here?”

The speaker was Eris, and the dream-chasing boy from the West Coast was extremely surprised to see Domo at Cheng Daqi’s home.

“Mr.

Eris, what are you doing here?”

They looked at each other with surprise in their eyes.

“Alright, you two even know each other.

Indeed, it’s not for no reason that you can be friends with me; this is all God’s arrangement.”

Surprises always come unannounced, and Cheng Daqi dealt with it very easily.

However, he upgraded his recognition of Domo in his heart a level higher; this plump chef’s identity did not seem to be that simple.

The types of people Eris mingled with were all real big shots; he served as an agent working for those big shots, a grey glove.

“Chan is one of my business partners, probably, what about you?”

Eris glanced at Cheng Daqi and then asked Domo.

The man was somewhat confused now.

Chan, do you have such wild connections?

“I’m also a friend of Chan’s; I came to help him with the barbecue today—I’ve recently opened a restaurant.”

Domo said, slightly awkward as he rubbed his stomach.

Eris nodded, not asking anything more; keeping secrets was a professional instinct for him.

“Alright, Domo, follow me to the kitchen first; I’ve prepared several kinds of meat, you see how you want to arrange them.”

When the situation was unclear, the best thing to do was to follow the prearranged plan.

Cheng Daqi chose to stick to the plan first.

Li Haiping was busy in the kitchen dealing with oysters; these cute little things were good to eat but a bit tricky to prepare.

“CEO Cheng, who is this?”

Li Haiping was somewhat puzzled by Cheng Daqi and Domo’s arrival.

What, are you two here to supervise the work?

Or is it that this plump gentleman wants to have a taste first?

“He’s also a friend of mine; he’s come to take care of the barbecue part, backyard bbq.”

Cheng Daqi said as he took the meat out of the fridge.

“How do you know Mr.

Eris, Domo?”

The plump chef rubbed his hands, answering in a deep and muffled voice.

“He’s had some dealings with my father; you know what kind of business he is in, right?”

In fact, Domo was also somewhat unclear about the situation; Eris was someone his father worked with on the election.

How could Eris have any connection to someone like Cheng Daqi, who eats one-dollar burgers?

He was only plump, not foolish; Eris was clearly a crossover big brother who had dealings with people on both sides of the law, the kind who talked and laughed freely with his father.

Although Cheng Daqi lived well, he surprisingly chose the one-dollar burger food truck for meals.

Logically, these two types of people would never cross paths.

“Of course, I know what he does, so your father is also in an election?”

Cheng Daqi spoke while taking out the skewers for the barbecue, gesturing Domo to come help.

“Yes, my father is competing for a city council position against a lawyer, and Mr.

Eris has been a great help.”

Cheng Daqi and Domo were stringing together kebabs, chatting without any particular excitement.

Li Haiping’s hands shook as he washed the oysters, but the more he washed, the more vigorous he became.

Just now, he had been somewhat skeptical whether Cheng Daqi was bragging, but now, he felt as if he had latched onto a golden leg.

Li Haiping had reached the age of knowing his destiny.

In Hua Country, in America, he had encountered many very impressive people, but those people never even bothered to give him a second glance.

Cheng Daqi was also a very impressive person.

Li Haiping became certain of this when he saw that Cheng Daqi, not long after coming to America, was able to recruit two African Americans as his underlings.

But there were differences between being very impressive and very impressive.

Being strong enough to snap a tree as thick as an arm in half was impressive, but that kind of strength wasn’t very useful because you can’t dodge bullets no matter how strong you are.

The impressive thing about Cheng Daqi wasn’t how much physical strength he had or how big his “device” was.

In Li Haiping’s view, the most impressive thing about Cheng Daqi was that in such a short amount of time, he had rallied such a big momentum and gathered so many people.

Recruiting African American underlings wasn’t a big deal, but daring to engage in identity trading business was truly impressive, more impressive was the meaning behind that audacity.

When Cheng Daqi told him that as long as he didn’t leave Saint Rodu, there would be no problems, Li Haiping thought Cheng might be bragging, but now, he believed it without a shadow of a doubt.

Only three guests had arrived at today’s party, and two of them were already very impressive.

What about the others?

Li Haiping was somewhat looking forward to it.

Scrubbing the oysters vigorously, Li Haiping felt that what he was anticipating was not the other guests at the party, but something else.

Like, perhaps he really did have the chance to cling to a big leg and fly to the sky with a big shot.

He had heard so many incredible stories, seen so many incredible companies and people, but all of it had nothing to do with him.

Li Haiping was just an ordinary middle-aged man who had earned some money through years of hard work.

Even though he bought a nice house, when it came to renovation, he still took part in laying the flooring himself, just to save a bit more money.

In his youth, he had missed many opportunities, at that time, he only felt insignificance.

He always thought he was young, that more and better opportunities were waiting ahead for him.

At fifty, knowing his destiny, Li Haiping finally saw what his own fate was.

That boring and mediocre fate that could be seen at a glance.

So even if he was humiliated by Cheng Daqi, even if he was oppressed by Cheng Daqi, he still wanted to shamelessly follow Cheng Daqi to make money.

Because Cheng Daqi showed him a possibility.

For a fifty-year-old middle-aged man, possibility represented danger, and Cheng Daqi had made the dangers clear.

But Li Haiping still wanted to take a gamble.

It had only been two days, but he could no longer recall what went through his mind when he agreed to partner with Cheng Daqi the day before yesterday.

Was it a mentality of wanting compensation in other areas after being humiliated and taken advantage of?

Or did he dive in greedily at the chance to make money?

Li Haiping didn’t want to think about these things, he placed the oysters into the steamer and covered it with a lid.

Now, it was time to cook the next dish.

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The sliding patio doors served as both windows and doors; pulling them open, the open balcony directly connected to the living room.

Setting up the grill on the balcony was now Domo’s responsibility.

“Leave it to me, I’ve been cooking meat since I was six, and it’s been almost twenty years now.”

The chubby chef thumped his chest in assurance; he was confident in his culinary skills, otherwise, he wouldn’t have dared to open his own food truck.

“Any new ideas about the burger joint since we last talked?”

Cheng Daqi asked, leaning against the glass window.

“All those things we discussed last time, about how a new dining brand could break through the traditional catering chains’ blockade in marketing, gain a definitive market share, and build its own reputation, I’ve been studying a lot.

I’ve been looking at lots of research reports and cases, and now I think that opening a restaurant is a dead end, and I’m less inclined to do it.”

Domo’s attitude was exactly that: enlightened action is must, but upon knowing, the courage to act can falter.

“Chan, that Lisa girl has arrived, come over for a bit.”

The African American lady ran to the balcony entrance to remind Cheng Daqi.

Cheng Daqi reluctantly said to Domo.

“We’ll find time to have a good talk later, I need to go greet a friend first.”

The fat chef said with a smile.

“Of course, go on, today is your time, Chan.”