My American magical life
Chapter 173 - 173 67 Are you treating me with state honors

173: Chapter 67 “Are you treating me with state honors?

173: Chapter 67 “Are you treating me with state honors?

Time was gradually drawing close to six o’clock, and Li Haiping had already started serving the dishes.

He was now the private chef for Cheng Daqi, personally certified by Eris.

Carrying the freshly prepared refreshing shredded salad, Li Haiping walked over to the dining table.

The middle-aged intermediary squinted his eyes and scanned the living room.

Half of the guests invited by Cheng Daqi had arrived; only a few were missing.

But as men grow old, their hearts remain young, and Li Haiping’s gaze was ultimately drawn to Lisa and Temir.

“My goodness, are all the women Cheng knows this beautiful?”

Elder Li felt a bit disheartened, having had a spark of inspiration while cooking to perhaps set up his daughter with Cheng Daqi.

They were close in age, his daughter was pretty, and Cheng Daqi’s prospects were bright—it seemed like a match made in heaven.

That’s how the older generation of Chinese thought.

Li Haiping didn’t feel like he was selling his daughter, but that he genuinely saw Cheng Daqi as a good match.

But now, Elder Li had lost all confidence in matching his daughter with anyone.

Just look at Lisa and Temir, one like an elf out of a story, the other like a goddess sculpted by an artist.

Either of these girls could outshine his daughter.

Elder Li put down the plate and wiped his hands with his apron, preparing to leave when he suddenly saw someone else arrive.

“Are they friends of CEO Cheng, too?

Why do they look so unhappy?”

Nonsense!

Of course, they’re not happy!

Who would be happy with their necks stretched out waiting to be slaughtered?

The one who answered the door was Scott, the blond veteran who didn’t recognize Thor, though Thor recognized him.

The story of that unlucky blond was sensational and moved more than just the television audiences; even the kidnappers felt pity for him.

“You can do it!”

Scott looked at the red-haired Thor, perplexed.

Buddy, what are you cheering for?

Do I know you?

But Thor had no intention of explaining; instead, he followed Gru directly into the room.

From the moment Gru entered the living room, the conversation stopped.

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Eris knew Gru; this top-tier corrupt cop was also well-known in the Saint Rodu underworld.

The West-Coast dream-chaser had a wide range of ventures; he had heard about this boss of a white-collar police gang long ago.

So, when he saw Gru, he stopped talking to Temir.

Eris could accept Temir’s arrival, but no matter what, he couldn’t understand why Gru was here.

Temir was born into a shareholder family, but this young member of the shareholder family had not yet taken over the family business, and it was highly unlikely he would anymore.

Therefore, Temir’s presence at Cheng Daqi’s party was understandable to Eris.

That’s normal for young people.

But if you were to draw a hierarchy of America’s power pyramid, even the dogs that serve the shareholders have their levels.

Eris and Gru were both dogs, and one of them had risen to the highest among dogs, which was Gru.

He had aligned himself with Niusen, a fact well-known among the power brokers of Saint Luo.

Niusen was a core member of the newly risen shareholder families of America, the future emperor of the Democratic Party.

Gru, the boss of the white roads, under Niusen, one of the biggest local snakes in Saint Luo.

Why would he be dealing with Cheng Daqi?

Eris couldn’t figure it out!

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Temir and Lisa, of course, had met Gru that day in the hospital.

Because of Cheng Daqi, the two girls knew very well what sort of person Gru was.

The black-haired wealthy woman changed her posture from a casual lean against the sofa to sitting up straight.

The massive bear Riel had been intently watching Lisa dance, but since Lisa had stopped her dance moves, he also turned around to look toward the noisy entrance.

Cheng Daqi had been intently filming Lisa’s dance, but Lisa suddenly stopped and motioned to him with her eyes; he immediately understood that Gru had arrived.

The blond beauty was still slightly panting from the vigorous dance, worrying eyes fixed on Cheng Daqi.

Cheng Daqi imperceptibly nodded at Lisa, signaling her to relax; everything would be fine.

He turned around and walked towards Gru and Thor at the entrance.

In movies, to showcase the collision between different characters, directors use a special effect called “counterwave.”

Gru and Cheng Daqi were now having a counterwave, clashing silently with looks and gestures.

This was also a form of game, a battle of presence and mentality.

Novelists always like to use descriptions of gazes to express character emotions and mindsets, but this is one-sided and insufficient.

The messages conveyed by a person’s gaze are limited, and when a person is communicating emotions with their eyes, usually, their facial expressions follow suit in normal circumstances.

But to avoid padding word count and alienating readers, novelists most often write only about gazes.

However, Gru and Cheng Daqi were both seasoned silver coins who rarely showed their emotions; their facial expressions were all smiles.

Those clear, direct, gentle, friendly, damnably fake smiles!

Gru stood in place, smiling at the approaching Cheng Daqi and even blinked friendly as if joking with an old friend.

Cheng Daqi was almost the same, opening his arms as if happily looking forward to hugging a friend in greeting Gru.

Both were very friendly, their movements friendly, and their facial expressions also friendly.

It was as if they had always been close friends, as if it was just a gathering of friends today, as if Cheng Daqi’s caution and Gru’s anger did not exist at all.