My American magical life
Chapter 208 - 208 81 Although Cheng Daqi is not very good overall but_2

208: Chapter 81 Although Cheng Daqi is not very good overall, but….._2 208: Chapter 81 Although Cheng Daqi is not very good overall, but….._2 As the third-largest local police department in America, the LAPD cannot accept such an outcome, seeing as how its overall interests are at stake there.

From the standpoint of Gru’s personal position, he is now essentially the top man at the LAPD; any disciplinary action against him would require a special investigative committee formed by California, with whom he has already aligned himself with the California heavyweight, Niu Sen.

The only man who could prosecute him outside of California would likely lead to a very frightening consequence.

If this matter were to be weighed, some ill-intentioned individuals could turn it into a responsibility of immense weight.

That man wouldn’t have to carry this tremendous responsibility; on the contrary, it’s another sword he’s been dreaming of to use against the Democratic Party.

“If we report him, California won’t deal with him, and the only outcome will be to hand that man a knife.”

Cheng Daqi listed a pile of objective reasons he had observed, but he still overlooked a point, a very important point.

He hadn’t realized that Gru was even more fierce than he’d expected; this top corrupt cop had inherited the “Descriptions of Hundreds of Officials” painstakingly collected by his old boss, Tonks.

In other words, Gru also had a knife in his hand—a peerless treasure of a blade forged by Tonks over decades.

A top corrupt cop at the peak of his energy and capability, with people at his command, power from his position, and a knife in the shadows.

Gru was even more terrifying than Cheng Daqi had imagined.

In the current West Coast landscape, this top corrupt cop was, in a sense, an invincible force.

“Why would Niu Sen protect him?

Although I don’t understand American politics, why would he shield a criminal?”

Cheng Daqi’s words were dense with information; Zhao Hongjin only latched onto one point and raised her doubt.

She found herself tonight seemingly like a pedant who understood nothing.

Thinking this, Zhao Hongjin felt somewhat embarrassed as she sneakily glanced at Cheng Daqi.

“Ah Zhao, let me teach you something smart.

If you ever have an incident in public, the first thing to do is not to take off your pants and put on a clean pair, but to cover your crotch first and prevent it from leaking onto the floor,” he said.

The lady rolled her eyes at what she heard.

I understand you’re explaining the logic, but your way of expressing it is far too presumptuous.

What do you mean by me having an accident?

She was no longer embarrassed; rather, she felt a mixture of complicated emotions.

Zhao Hongjin was silent for a long time; Cheng Daqi didn’t rush her at all.

Ah Zhao is smart; she understands what I’m saying.

“But do we just watch the bad guys do evil and remain indifferent?”

The naïve 19-year-old girl, harboring a simple sense of justice, murmured softly.

She felt a sense of powerlessness unlike any before; usually, her powerlessness stemmed from the gap between ideal and reality.

But today, her sense of powerlessness came from knowing there is a tiger in the mountain, yet only being able to watch the tiger devour people.

“To truly overcome the bad guys in your eyes, there are only two ways.

The first, step outside the rules, completely purge the old world, but most who do so end up with no graves to rest in.

The second, climb up within the rules step by step, and battle the bad guys to the end, but this requires the good guys to be worse than the bad, more cunning than the bad, and more ruthless than the bad.

Unfortunately, the first path leads to a dead end, and the second path is also a dead end.

Ah Zhao, which path do you think should be taken?”

Cheng Daqi felt no fatigue at all at that moment.

He was exhilarated.

Since arriving in America, this was the first time he had such a carefree and uninhibited conversation with someone.

He felt that, in this moment, he had rediscovered his true self.

“How could the first path be a dead end?”

Zhao Hongjin didn’t understand; in her view, the first path should be a real road to heaven.

“The accumulation of contradictions is not sufficient; blind combustion only wastes one’s life and passion,” he stated.

These were the excuses Cheng Daqi found for himself when he bowed to reality.

“You’re an opportunist, Daqi; haven’t you realized it?”

Zhao Hongjin looked steadily at Cheng Daqi, but he kept his eyes lowered, lacking the courage to meet the gaze of the girl.

He didn’t even know if he was an opportunist or just a complete coward.

“Ah Zhao, neither of us are masters of theory; neither can convince the other.

Let’s go back to the start of tonight’s topic—will you help me?”

Zhao Hongjin was caught off guard by the question.

“You could at least tell me what you need my help with, right?

You’ve been beating around the bush all this time, chatting about everything from peeing to journaling, and just now playing with the trick of the two date trees.

CEO Cheng, Boss Cheng, Brother Cheng, Big Brother Daqi, can you just tell me plainly what exactly you want me to do?”

It’s not that the girl wants to break through her defenses, it’s just that Cheng Daqi is too good at dragging things out.

Tonight, Master Cheng was like flipping a wok, tossing Zhao Hongjin’s little heart back and forth, up and down, again and again.

Anyone would get confused listening to him.

“Here’s the thing, my company back home needs an advisor, and I remember you’re studying business at PPD, aren’t you?”

With a girl, sometimes you need to start with emotions and other times with the content.

Cheng Daqi has chosen to get straight to the point now; his dragging on had indeed gone on for too long tonight.

After three attempts at persuading her, Zhao Hongjin, such a good girl, was almost at her breaking point.

“Yes, but I’m only a freshman this year, I don’t know anything…”

Zhao Hongjin obviously didn’t grasp Cheng Daqi’s true intent, or perhaps she did but didn’t want to easily get involved.

“Ah Zhao, you know what kind of person I am.

I may have flaws and deficiencies, but I truly want to do what I can.

So, I need to make money, a lot of money.

My company in China is set up to make money, and I need you to join and help me out in critical moments.”

Cheng Daqi, rubbing his head, explained that he had gone around in so many circles and said so much tonight, all for this final plea.

Zhao, please, I beg you to help me.

If you don’t help me, the speed at which I make money might slow down a lot.

Zhao Hongjin realized Cheng Daqi’s purpose, and she saw that he had guessed her identity, but she was uncertain whether she should agree to take a position in Cheng Daqi’s company.

Although it was quite normal, she felt somewhat uncomfortable with the idea.

Even though she had already agreed to Cheng Daqi’s request for help, what he said still caused Zhao Hongjin concern.

So, even though it was hard to say, Zhao Hongjin still turned Cheng Daqi down.

“Shield from disasters…

If you operate legally, that would be enough, China is not America.”

“Companies in the cultural media field are all like begging on their knees.

Of course, I can humble myself, and I do trust Chinese law.

But still, thank you for talking with me about so much miscellaneous stuff tonight, I haven’t felt this carefree in a long time.”

With a blend of self-mockery and relief, Cheng Daqi said.

If it’s not feasible, Cheng Daqi doesn’t insist.

There’s plenty of time in the future, and Zhao Hongjin isn’t going anywhere; he can afford to bide his time and wear her down slowly.

With enough persistence, an iron rod can be ground into a needle.

“Daqi, I should head back now, it’s already past eight.”

Zhao Hongjin got up and asked as she walked towards the living room.

“Right, isn’t your company involved with online influencers?” (they had talked about this when they made the appointment)

“Yes, to be precise, we discover people’s value, not just online influencers.”

Cheng Daqi corrected Zhao Hongjin’s words.

In the mix, it’s not good to appear too down-to-earth with the business; it needed proper packaging.

With a smirk, Zhao Hongjin didn’t dwell on these trivial details.

“I can affiliate my short video account with your company, as a partner, but as for joining your company, forget about it, don’t bring it up again.”

Zhao Hongjin’s gentleness took Cheng Daqi by surprise; she was actually moved by his straightforward attitude of not pressing the issue further when he saw it wasn’t possible.

‘Cheng Daqi, though not much of a person overall, he indeed handles things decisively without dawdling.’

She actually had been considering making short videos, and Cheng Daqi’s company was just the right field.

This type of collaboration not only catered to Cheng Daqi’s request but also maintained a certain distance, more suitable than simply taking equity or a salary.

Unexpectedly, this turned out to be an unexpected bonus.

Cheng Daqi suppressed his excitement and asked calmly.

“You make short videos too?”

Zhao Hongjin opened the door and turned to face him.

“Of course, I’m a slash girl.”

What Cheng Daqi cared more about was whether Zhao Hongjin was just dabbling or serious about it.

“What kind of videos are you planning to make?” he asked.

“I haven’t thought about it.

I’ve made a couple, just piecing together some pictures.”

The girl with peach-blossom eyes pulled out her phone and showed Cheng Daqi the short videos she had posted before.

“Rough and shoddy, my advice is to delete them and switch to a niche, only by concentrating on one pattern can you grow big and strong.”

Cheng Daqi shook his head, sentencing Zhao Hongjin’s past videos to death.

“Then tell me, what should I do?”