My American magical life
Chapter 216 - 216 85 What you're slipping fish here

216: Chapter 85: What, you’re slipping fish here?

216: Chapter 85: What, you’re slipping fish here?

Temir wasn’t actually there to pick out underwear.

The brunette heiress saw the message Cheng Daqi had just sent her.

So, she chose a very intimate topic to strike up a conversation, starting with lingerie.

Temir’s tenderness was too subtle, but thankfully Cheng Daqi could understand it.

Of course, he wouldn’t really shamelessly discuss such a suggestive topic with Temir.

Cheng ‘Everything’s going well, Gru wants to invest a million, but after talking to him, he has agreed to hold off on directly investing until the second round.’

‘After all, the first round already valued us at two million, and if it increases, it wouldn’t be good for you.’

While selecting new clothes sent by various brands in her dressing room, the brunette heiress frowned slightly upon seeing the pop-up message on her phone.

CEO Cheng, you’re quite the smooth talker when it comes to sweet-talking me, so why do you get all muddled when dealing with Gru?

If that shady cop wants to give money, just take it.

You even refused.

Although Temir was very satisfied with Cheng Daqi’s respect for her and Lisa, she didn’t like her business partner being emotionally restrained in business matters.

Temir ‘You get meat served right to your mouth and you don’t eat it, are you crazy?’

Cheng ‘Haha, I did eat meat today, the raw kind with blood.’

Cheng Daqi settled into his Uber and began chatting with Temir.

Temir ‘?!?

You better be talking about steak, but even if it’s steak, I find your joke very unfunny.’

Absurd.

Cheng Daqi mocked Temir’s lackluster imagination.

Cheng ‘Mi’er, I actually quite like the thrills of America.

I didn’t feel it when I was kidnapped, but today was truly thrilling.

Gru has two North American grey wolves, and he wanted to intimidate me by forcing me into the cage with those two wolves.’

The brunette heiress, shocked by Cheng Daqi’s message, cried out for the Lord, startling the maidservant dressing her.

Temir ‘Are you showing off to me?

Can’t you just say it all at once?’

Temir gritted her teeth, hating Cheng Daqi’s style of only saying half of what he means.

However, she was still worried about Cheng Daqi.

Nonetheless, the brunette heiress felt that her concern was about whether her investment would go down the drain—she was worried about her investment.

Cheng ‘No, it’s just that this stuff isn’t convenient to discuss over the phone; let’s talk when we meet.’

Since arriving in America, Cheng Daqi had always been careful with the security of various types of information.

All of his sensitive business communications were never left in social media platforms where chat records could be retrieved.

The brunette heiress was very satisfied with Cheng Daqi’s caution.

A born entrepreneur hailing from one of America’s top players, she understood America’s rules all too well.

Acting without restraint is no problem, and breaking the law isn’t a big issue either.

As long as evidence isn’t locked down, you can forever be eating hotpot and singing songs.

Like the old witch Cecilia, and so many others…

That’s the culture of the Angsa Gang.

Everyone is corrupt, and everyone knows that no one is any good, which is why there is such mutual understanding.

Even the judicial system operates to protect the agents and controllers of capital and power.

The so-called rule of law in America, under America’s persistently magical operations, has been stripped bare.

The only people in the world who truly believe in American law are America’s own ignorant populace and the American ‘pooches’ scattered across the globe.

Someone who’s been caught, with just a bit of caution, can remain invincible—which here means not being sanctioned for their crimes.

(In 2018, the contradictions hadn’t fully intensified, and the rules hadn’t been completely shattered yet)

Temir ‘I’ve already got a lead on your company, it should be settled by tomorrow.

Where do you plan to rent office space?’

The brunette heiress had already decided in her heart: she still had two floors of office space available in Saint Rodu.

Though it was only two floors, not two buildings, it was still property worth several tens of millions of dollars.

Since Cheng Daqi was just starting out, she could offer CEO Cheng a special rate.

Cheng ‘I don’t have a definite idea yet, but Gru has agreed to rent me an old factory for free.

There’s a three-story administration building in the factory that could accommodate at least a hundred people working together.

I think this place is pretty good.

After all, it doesn’t require any money, and apart from being a bit remote, it’s perfect.’

Gru gave you an old factory!?

Temir didn’t expect Cheng Daqi to be playing things so big.

CEO Cheng, in the meeting you had with Gru today, not only did you not lose anything, but you also managed to grab quite a bit of wool, didn’t you?

Temir ‘Property?

Utilities?

The costs could be high for an old factory, you need to think it through.’

The brunette heiress actually hoped Cheng Daqi would rent office space in her skyscraper.

After all, she had already invested, and if Cheng Daqi’s company rented from her, even if the new company went under, Temir could recoup some losses.

Plus, having Cheng Daqi close at hand would also make it convenient for Temir to monitor him to prevent him from absconding.

But Temir’s worry wasn’t that Cheng Daqi would run off with her money.

The brunette heiress had her eyes on Cheng Daqi the man, this highly capable man.

The first flutter of emotion in over twenty years, driven by affection rather than desire, was like an old house suddenly catching fire.

Temir kept suppressing her emotions with her rationale, but her surging thoughts were like a boundless tide.

She built dikes with her rational mind, only for the tide to break them down again and again.

With matters related to Cheng Daqi, many of the brunette heiress’s choices and considerations had already veered far from her usual habits.