My American magical life
Chapter 228 - 228 90 The Face of a Top Capitalist Is Just So Shameless_2

228: Chapter 90 The Face of a Top Capitalist Is Just So Shameless_2 228: Chapter 90 The Face of a Top Capitalist Is Just So Shameless_2 “The people who pay are gentlemen, and the special channel refers to one that is not disclosed in advance and not widely disclosed afterwards.”

Cheng Daqi understood.

This was just skirting the edge of the law, a channel that was official but not quite so official.

“What about taxes?

What’s the corporate tax rate in Greece?”

“You don’t have to pay a dime, you’re one of our own, Chan.”

A brazen display of power.

The true face of a top capitalist is just this shameless.

F*ck, running a company without paying taxes, is there no law left, no natural justice?

“What about compliance?

Will this have an effect on compliance?”

Cheng Daqi had never seen such a wild operation before; he found that Temir’s family seemed to have an extraordinary influence in Greece.

“Greek rules can’t touch you, but you have to listen to me, understand, little boy.”

The black-haired rich woman gave Cheng Daqi a little shock of the old-school capitalist familial power.

“With Greece’s debt crisis being so severe, does the government still allow us to exploit loopholes?”

The Greek debt crisis made even the European Union desperate, the country’s finances were bankrupt, surely the government wouldn’t allow capitalists to be parasites?

“The government’s debt is its own problem, what does it have to do with us patriotic Greek expatriates?

Besides, guess why Greece’s debt got so bad?”

The black-haired rich woman seemed triumphant, thoroughly suppressing Cheng Daqi.

Chan, you’re very smart, so you must be able to guess why my uncle could become a core member of the Republican Party.

Cheng Daqi indeed caught Temir’s meaning, he understood.

“Exactly how much is your family’s wealth, Mi’er?”

This question was quite presumptuous, one which the old Cheng Daqi would have never asked.

But Temir’s words had sparked his curiosity; he simply couldn’t resist anymore.

“Chan, my family just farms in Missouri; I’m just a big country girl from Missouri.

To be friends with a cool Sigma man like you, I’m honestly so happy.”

Sarcasm, barefaced sarcasm.

The black-haired rich woman indeed looked very happy, while Cheng Daqi’s face was as uncomfortable as if he had eaten shit.

Since Temir didn’t say, naturally he couldn’t act like a fool and keep questioning relentlessly.

“Could you help me apply for a Greek passport?

I’m still an illegal emigrant from Hua Country, but a Greek passport allows visa-free travel to Hong Kong, which is very important for me.”

Cheng Daqi found today was full of surprises; Gru gave him a stage for his performance, Xiao Zhao completely understood his actions, and Brother Sun agreed to invest ten million Dollars.

By evening, the black-haired rich woman had directly solved his problem of returning to his country.

All of it was surprising, even though there were twists and turns, the outcomes were perfect.

“Chan, I really want to help you, but I forgot how to say it in Greek.

Until I remember, I can’t help you.”

A firm grasp, Temir’s grip lacked any finesse, it was all straightforward pressure.

“Beautiful lady, what can I do to make you remember how to say it in Greek?”

Cheng Daqi actually liked this state of Temir’s; she was interesting, beautiful, and didn’t put pressure on him.

The black-haired rich woman smiled and replied.

“When those brands sent me clothes today, I had them include some men’s clothing, you try them on for me.”

Is this giving me clothes?

I didn’t expect such good fortune; Cheng Daqi immediately agreed.

‘”No problem, at your service!”‘

“Hahaha, come with me, Chan.

I had them send two sizes for each style.

You’re not very tall, so there shouldn’t be any that don’t fit.”

Look, how presumptuous she is.

Terrible language, terrible woman.

What do you mean I’m not tall?

I’m already 1.8 meters, how tall do you want me to be?

One hour later, Cheng Daqi had tried on more than thirty suits and sat down exhausted on a chair.

“Okay, return this style and that one, these two are uniquely ugly, buy the rest.”

Temir instructed her female attendant.

Cheng Daqi was astonished by the black-haired rich woman’s boldness, sending me more than thirty suits in one go; truly, you are my Angel.

He felt he could reconsider his relationship with Temir.

“Thank you, Mi’er, you…”

Cheng Daqi was cut off mid-sentence by the black-haired rich woman.

“Why thank me?” she asked, puzzled.

Temir had her back to Cheng Daqi, so Xiao Cheng couldn’t see that her face was already blooming with a smile.

“Thank you for giving me so many clothes.”

Rich ladies are great, rich ladies are wonderful, a rich lady’s patronage is something to shout about; Cheng Daqi had never encountered a rich lady who treated him so in his last life.

Back then, he had wallowed in the mire for too long, and by the time he looked up, he was already over thirty, his youth no longer.

“Chan, sorry, you got the wrong idea, these are for my brother.”

After saying this, the dark-haired rich lady bit her lip hard.

She now had to hold back her laughter, making Cheng Daqi the complete clown.

Yes, Cheng Daqi stood there, just like a clown.

However, he quickly realized he had been played by Temir.

The dark-haired beauty didn’t look back, still fussing with that damned coat, but her shoulders had begun to shake.

The girl, still childish inside, felt she had ‘retaliated’.

Cheng Daqi was happy to indulge a certain seemingly mature but actually petty and highly competitive dark-haired beauty; he pretended to be utterly embarrassed and anxious in his reply.

“Ah, I see, I’m glad I could help, it was my misunderstanding.”

The dark-haired rich lady, trying to contain her laughter, turned red-faced and sneaked a glance at Cheng Daqi.

Noticing Cheng Daqi was genuinely beginning to bow his head in embarrassment, she said dismissively.

“Forget it, take those two ugliest ones, they might look hideous, but they fit you quite well.”

Cheng Daqi followed the direction of Temir’s pointing finger and saw the two ‘ugliest’ pieces of clothing she mentioned.

If Tom Ford and Versace knew you were trash-talking their season’s highlights like this, they’d probably want to give you a big ol’ knuckle sandwich.

Temir’s kindness is always so twisted.

She picked out the two pieces that looked the best and fit Cheng Daqi perfectly, labeled them as ‘the ugliest,’ and then, with a sense of superiority, gave them to Cheng Daqi as if doing him a favor.

Ah, such quintessential Temir behavior.

She’s highly competitive, likes to dominate and be proactive in any relationship, and after losing one round, she was always plotting how to make Cheng Daqi play the fool as well.

But she really did order all those clothes for Cheng Daqi; her so-called brother had been hoodwinking her since she was ten with promises of a future in Africa.

Temir respecting him enough not to kill him is already a big deal, let alone picking out gifts for him.

“Okay, let’s eat first and talk while we eat, there’s also a few other things besides the company registration.”

Cheng Daqi watched the servants pack away the two outfits and didn’t say much more, instead suggesting they talk over dinner.

There was still a lot to discuss tonight; they couldn’t afford more delays.

“The passport can be ready by tomorrow, but you’ll only get it the day after, is that too slow?”

Temir was showing off for the umpteenth time tonight; when she said this, it was like a kindergarten boy boasting about peeing one and a half meters to the kid next to him, as if saying even that wasn’t far enough.

It was deliberate, with a strong whiff of showing off.

“That really is slow, can it be expedited?

It would be best if it arrives tomorrow night.”

Cheng Daqi couldn’t always agree with her; this time he didn’t blindly flatter Temir but instead subtly snapped back at her.

Back-and-forth communication was normal.

“Let’s focus on the matter at hand, by the way, do you still want an aperitif?” Temir changed the subject.

Authentic Italian cuisine usually comes with a pre-dinner aperitif, but Cheng Daqi and Temir had already had one earlier.

“Anything is fine; honestly, I’m more concerned about whether I can use chopsticks.

Mi’er, do you have chopsticks here?”

Cheng Daqi wasn’t shy in the least; Temir was his good friend, and when dining with a good friend, comfort was key.

Temir rolled her eyes, but her house actually did have chopsticks.

So, as the Italian chef came over with some team members to introduce the dishes, Cheng Daqi unapologetically used chopsticks to enjoy the Italian meal.

A classic case of culinary NTR, leaving the Italian culinary team all steamed up.

“Didn’t you notice the way they were looking at you just now?

They looked like they wanted to dice you up into mince.”

Temir teased with a laugh.

“Doesn’t matter, I really dislike the serving order, and I can never understand what’s so great about pasta.”

Cheng Daqi sharply criticized; he didn’t like Italian cuisine, which was his personal bias.

“You should try this cream of mushroom soup, it’s a bit more savory than the vegetable soup, Italian style.

This team came with a cruise ship, only stopping in Saint Rodu for two weeks.

It cost me a few thousand dollars to have them cook this meal, but their level is quite good.”

The dark-haired rich lady, of Greek descent, had a particular fondness for Italian cuisine.

She and Cheng Daqi really were too different in many ways.

Just like the dishes on the table, what Cheng Daqi disliked, Temir favored greatly.