My American magical life
Chapter 192 - 192 74 The Sound of Silence_2

192: Chapter 74 The Sound of Silence_2 192: Chapter 74 The Sound of Silence_2 Gru had no objections to Cheng Daqi’s proposal, but he hoped that Cheng Daqi would come to see him.

It made sense, one person set the time, and the other set the place.

“No problem, I’ll head over first, Mr.

Gru.”

Watching Cheng Daqi’s hastily departing figure, Gru chuckled.

Chan, you’re truly smart, and you’ve got guts, too.

If I don’t show you my strength, I’m afraid you might take me for an easy mark.

The rich lady is really backing you up, but you managed to please her today, what about next time?

The top-tier crooked cop glanced at Thor, who was eating his meal quietly, and snorted disdainfully.

“Stop eating, you couldn’t wait for them to die before coming here, and now you’re the one who eats the most!”

The red-haired Thor awkwardly set down the barbecue and, feeling aggrieved, glanced at his boss before wiping his mouth with a napkin.

Thor’s pathetic, food-obsessed demeanor was so stupid that it made Gru’s temples throb with anger.

How could I realize my dreams with subordinates like this?

Chan, I really hope the rich lady dumps you soon, and then…

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“The audience in the livestream is saying you’re a real man, Chan.”

Temir handed the phone to Cheng Daqi with a teasing tone.

Why does interacting with a black girl qualify someone as a real man?

Cheng Daqi took the phone, somewhat bewildered, and turned to the comments section.

‘I, King of the Auditorium, declare: Cheng Daqi is a human, thus I strip him of his birth rights.

He doesn’t want the three beauties, he wants a blackie.

I must thank him, this loser.’

‘Now, I, King of the Auditorium, declare, the three beauties are all concubines in my harem!’

‘Has the host gone mad?

He ignores the beauties and instead says the black girl is the most beautiful.

Are you blind?’

‘Of course, he’s blind.

A blind man with a blackie, how fitting.’

Despite Cheng Daqi’s strong mental resilience, such venomous comments still made him frown deeply.

The internet is like this, controlled by binary thinking.

He glanced helplessly at Temir, wanting to explain to these people, but felt there was nothing to say.

“Chan, don’t mind them, you can’t possibly make everyone like you,” the blonde white girl consoled.

Lisa was also looking at the comments in the livestream, but she was reading the English part, so she saw fewer insults.

It has to be said, this is very much in line with the underlying tone of Hua Country’s internet.

In large data samples, education and quality are proportional, the higher the education, the higher the quality, they are positively correlated.

(This does not mean that people with low education have low quality, but the proportion of outliers in the low education group is indeed high.)

“It’s okay, I’ll chat with them,” said Cheng Daqi.

Cheng Daqi adjusted the livestream camera to the rear-facing mode and swept it across the table.

“Everyone, take a look at the friends who came with me today, there are Irish, African-Americans, Asians, Greeks, Germanics, Croatians, they are all my friends.

Skin color is not the basis for deciding whether a person is noble or ignoble, it is absurd to insult others because of their skin color.

If you agree that black-skinned people should be discriminated against, then others can agree that yellow-skinned people should also be discriminated against…”

At this point, Cheng Daqi suddenly fell silent.

The comments in the livestream went crazy.

‘There’s a dog barking, I won’t say who, everyone knows.’

‘What right do you have to say that here?

You’re just a person with Germanic heritage, not one of us from Hua Country.’

‘Stop pretending, don’t you discriminate too?

Didn’t you pretend to be Japanese when you were a homeless person on the street?

Don’t you looking down on the Japanese?’

Germanic…

the evil fruit of changing identities began to appear.

Cheng Daqi did not want to explain that he was still a citizen of Hua Country, nor did he want to justify his love for Hua Country.

He stopped trying to explain and turned to the audience.

“How about I have the blonde beauty sing a song for everyone?”

‘Speed up,’

‘Don’t sing, dance.’

‘Is there a paid show?’

Commercial platforms require commercial tricks, Cheng Daqi gave up on trying to sincerely communicate with the fans.

You want to see beautiful women, then I’ll let you see beautiful women.

“Lisa, go ahead.”

Cheng Daqi looked encouragingly at the blonde white girl, who was nervously fiddling with her fingers.

“I want to change the song, is that okay?” she asked.

Cheng Daqi replied, surprised.

“Of course, you can change it.

But which song will you choose?”

Lisa answered resolutely.

“I want to sing ‘The Sound of Silence.’

The rich black-haired woman gently stroked Lisa’s back, letting out an almost imperceptible sigh.

My darling, you’re too naive.

Cheng Daqi had never heard of this song, but he believed his good friend.

“Of course, I respect your decision, Lisa.”

The blonde smirked and then slowly stepped towards the most beautifully lit corner.

She held the microphone and saw all the guests staring at her.

‘It feels like being with Cheng Daqi, no matter where we go, we are always the center of attention.’

Lisa thought of the day she went to the French restaurant with Cheng Daqi.

Cheng Daqi used the balance on the voucher to exchange for a few cases of water from the waiter.

‘He always seems so smart, Mi’er really likes him, and even that Gru was convinced by him.’

…

The melodious music gradually began to play, and the blonde softly began to sing.

“Hello darkness, my old friend.”

“Do you know what this song is about?” Zhao Hongjin asked Cheng Daqi, tilting her head slightly towards him.

“I’ve come to talk with you again.”

“I’m actually not very familiar with the names of English songs; I didn’t recognize it when you mentioned the name just now, but it’s not important.

Now I know she wants to chat with like-minded friends.”

Cheng Daqi made a pun, and after Lisa began to sing, he remembered this classic song.

“Because a vision softly creeping.”

“Are you also a lurking phantom?”

Zhao Hongjin asked softly, she was genuinely curious about Cheng Daqi’s identity, very curious.

From the moment she first met him and he revealed so much with just one sentence, to the precision of last night’s surveillance, Cheng Daqi had shocked her on many levels.

And Cheng Daqi’s behavior, as well as his persona, provided such a striking contrast.

So, who are you really?

“Left its seeds while I was sleeping,”

“Skin color and ideals are never related.

I have the citizenship of Hua Country now, and I will only have the citizenship of Hua Country in the future.

I was a person from Hua Country in the past, and I will be in the future as well.”

Cheng Daqi found Lisa’s song to be very fitting; almost every line matched up with his conversation with Zhao Hongjin.

“And the vision that was planted in my brain.”

“I really like your signature, I’ve always liked it since I was young.

My green mountain seems to be the same one as yours, which is why I came to see you today.”

Zhao Hongjin moved her chair and sat in a place very close to Cheng Daqi.

“Still remains, within the sound of silence.”

“Did you hear this line of the song?

It’s accompanied by silence; there’s so much I can’t explain, but I hope you can trust me.”

He directly initiated a frank conversation.

Cheng Daqi realized that Zhao Hongjin was entirely different from Lisa and Temir.

This girl was an idealist, and Cheng Daqi used to be one too, but he had been forced to bow to reality.

Two people with ideals, and it seemed their ideals were not far apart, so what was there to be afraid of saying?

Heaven had given him a miraculous rebirth, and he was reborn in America.

The opportunity was right before him, and he wanted to do something idealistic.

“Take my arms that I might reach you?”

This question was not sung by Lisa but directly asked by Zhao Hongjin.

“Do you want my help?” Sister Zhao added.

Cheng Daqi nodded and said,

“Many things are very complicated, and I can’t explain them all, but I’m facing a great opportunity, and I want to see if this is the only chance I’ll have in my life.”

The collaboration between Eris and Cheng Daqi was a desperate gamble that would involve digging America’s own grave.

Cheng Daqi simply shared his thoughts on the desperate gamble with Zhao Hongjin, then didn’t continue.

Sister Zhao, I’ve laid out my cards; you need to take a stand.

“Daqi, I want to help you, but what can I do?

I’m just an ordinary college student.”

Both pairs of eyes gleamed differently, Zhao Hongjin uncertain how much she could help Cheng Daqi.

She too had many ideas and things she wanted to do but felt powerless due to her young age.

Even coming from a good family, at the age of 19, Zhao Hongjin was still too young, lacking the experience and foundation to take action.

“It’s not convenient to talk now, there are too many people here.

Remember to leave later, we’ll chat after everyone disperses.”

Cheng Daqi said.

“Okay!”

The girl with the peach blossom eyes replied softly.

As if the chime of fate had sounded, amidst the singing of the blonde, Cheng Daqi and Zhao Hongjin—two clever souls—collided with each other.

With just a few words, they discussed a lot.

Idealists never wither.