My American magical life
Chapter 207 - 207 81 Although Cheng Daqi is not very good overall but

207: Chapter 81 Although Cheng Daqi is not very good overall, but…..

207: Chapter 81 Although Cheng Daqi is not very good overall, but…..

“Daqi, have you ever considered that if you fail, that corrupt cop will retaliate against you?”

After listening to Cheng Daqi’s remarkable and bizarre story, Zhao Hongjin no longer cared about Temir and his gossip.

The unscrupulous methods of Gru had greatly shocked the girl with peach blossom eyes, but she was clear that this terrifying story took place in America, so she didn’t doubt that Cheng Daqi was deceiving her.

“He is just a paper tiger.

He gained enormous benefits through those excessive methods, but he also bound himself with the chains of those interests,” Cheng Daqi spoke confidently.

“The more a paper tiger snarls and claws, the weaker he becomes after you see him clearly because he doesn’t want others to see through him as well.

So, he will be at your mercy.”

Reflective, Zhao Hongjin nodded and was completely convinced.

Cheng Daqi really had some tricks up his sleeve.

Despite having no significant advantages himself, he was able to reap such great benefits by borrowing the strength of others.

“But what’s the use of having such leverage?

Do you plan to hire him to kill someone?”

To Zhao Hongjin, a normal person had no room to collaborate with such a dangerous character.

“It’s incredibly useful.

In the economic system of modern society, it is actually a cunningly disguised jungle world.

The position of predator and prey between people doesn’t depend on the sharpness of their teeth, but on the amount of resources they can mobilize.

When I have such a special resource in Saint Rodu, I can often rely on it on the West Coast.”

“Rely on it?

Are you going to do something illegal and criminal?”

The girl with peach blossom cheeks was a bit nervous, and her words drew a snort of laughter from Cheng Daqi.

“Ha ha, Ah Zhao, is it wrong to break the law?

Is it good to abide by the law?

The applicability, starting point, and even the meaning of the law, we two can’t discuss it thoroughly.

I’ll just say one thing: America, including those imperialist countries, have long bullied and oppressed Third World countries.

Has any law brought justice for those humiliated countries?

Law has nothing to do with justice.

If breaking the law means being wrong, then there wouldn’t be any GM in the world.”

After saying this long speech, Cheng Daqi turned and went back inside.

“Think about it, I’ll get something to drink.”

When Cheng Daqi came back, Zhao Hongjin had thought of contingency plans, and she spoke calmly.

“I think we’re ultimately different, Daqi.

He must be considered a standard criminal.

No matter how many reasons you find, you can’t whitewash your actions, you’re just colluding with evildoers.”

Cheng Daqi found the conversation tonight very interesting.

This was the first time since he came to America that he had a genuine heart-to-heart talk with someone.

“First, drink some watermelon juice.

I just squeezed it, try it.”

“I won’t drink.

First, you explain clearly,” Zhao Hongjin said seriously, putting on a stern face.

The 19-year-old girl had a beautiful heart, she didn’t want her friend to keep company with wolves.

“There are too many evil criminals in this world.

For example, America, who dropped bombs on civilians, declaring washing powder to be biochemical weapons.

Have those instigators been tried?

Not only have they not been tried, but they are also highly respected.

In my view, there’s no such thing as crime and non-crime, only methods and costs.

The age filled with ideals is over.

We live in the real world, where there is no absolute black or white, but mostly ambiguous gray.”

Cheng Daqi’s explanation did not satisfy Zhao Hongjin.

“Collaborating with such a bad person, don’t you ever think of those he’s hurt?

Don’t you feel pained for them?”

It was a bit of moral coercion, but not too much, because what Zhao Hongjin said was the truth.

The girl with peach blossom eyes wasn’t simply naive; she genuinely had a simple sense of justice.

She felt pain and anger for those unknowns caught up in the crossfire.

Yes, Zhao Hongjin was somewhat angry, angry at Cheng Daqi’s indifference.

“Of course I’m heartbroken, that’s how I really feel.

But I’m sure only you will believe my words.

If I said this to others, they’d think I was being hypocritical,” Cheng Daqi responded somewhat sardonically.

He was heartbroken, but what good would heartbreak do?

“If you’re heartbroken, then why don’t you report Gru and bring him to justice?

Not only are you not taking action, but you’re also getting involved with him, and he’s going to invest in your company next.

You even have the audacity to ask for my help, Daqi, do you know you’re insulting me?”

The girl in the shadow of peach blossoms was serious, hoping her words would prompt Cheng Daqi to take action.

“Once he’s brought to justice, then what?

Is it just his problem?

Will replacing him make things better?

Ah Zhao, the wise should not partake in meaningless sacrifices.

In the darkness, you need to adapt to the environment by playing by the rules of the night,” Cheng Daqi said in a drawn-out tone.

Obviously, Zhao Hongjin understood what he meant.

“Don’t underestimate doing good deeds, no matter how small.

As long as we make some effort within our means, we can gradually make the world a better place.”

The young girl was still a bit naive.

“Ah Zhao, what I just explained was mostly my subjective opinion.

Now let me tell you objectively why I can’t bring him to justice.

Looking at the case itself, the LAPD succeeded in the end.

After paying a huge price, they achieved a painful victory.

But if the victor suddenly becomes the biggest criminal, then the LAPD would face an unprecedented defeat.”