My American magical life
Chapter 244 - 244 102 Cheng Daqi has already planned everything perfectly but his opponent is no fool either!_2

244: Chapter 102: Cheng Daqi has already planned everything perfectly, but his opponent is no fool either!_2 244: Chapter 102: Cheng Daqi has already planned everything perfectly, but his opponent is no fool either!_2 By then, he will be the tycoon owning a top-tier MCN company that spans the entire field, the kind that can negotiate terms with short video platforms.

Old Zhang, if you disappoint me, I’ll take all the internet celebrities under my wing to your rival platform!

Old Zhang, even if you satisfy me, but if Jack Ma, Ponima, Meituan Wang, Suishou Su, Uncle Chen, and Huang Duoduo offer a high enough price, I’m still going to leave!

Tiaodong Video may be the industry leader, but the industry isn’t limited to Tiaodong Video!

Suishou, Weishi, BLBL, and even Takeaway King and Huang Duoduo are getting into short videos, and each of them is no easy character.

Once Cheng Daqi’s MCN company has enough internet celebrities, he can truly become a critical and influential bargaining chip in the game.

Why does Cheng Daqi urgently pull Temirla for financing, why is he so eager to team up with Zhao Hongjin?

He’s doing it to get a head start, leveraging the information advantage to build a super MCN, in hopes of earning the right to compete with platforms in the future!

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Like always, Elder Li was driving his old beaten-up sedan, but now he’s no longer that old broker struggling to earn his commission.

Having immigrated to America decades ago, Elder Li often watched American TV shows and movies, and he felt like he was now the black-gloved enforcer of a boss.

Cheng Daqi, although younger than him, is undoubtedly a boss.

Not long after arriving in America, he went from being stingy with even a hundred dollars to a big shot who knows no plebeians.

The friends he makes are either the police chief of Saint Rodu or the son of a congressional candidate, and the girls he knows are each more beautiful than the last.

The average level of a person’s friends can reflect a person’s strength.

In Li Haiping’s view, CEO Cheng’s strength is beyond what he could ever achieve in his lifetime!

CEO Cheng’s business is also extraordinary, with partners that can even secure a legal American identity.

Elder Li believes that CEO Cheng must have made a lot from their identity business, but he doesn’t mind.

After decades of struggle, he’s well aware of his own limitations, considering himself lucky to be able to kneel and sip soup; he doesn’t ask for more.

So, even Elder Li’s wildest dream is just to help Cheng Daqi earn a profit of fifty million dollars quickly and then increase his own commission to a thirty-seven split.

He’s clear that thirty percent is already more than generous from CEO Cheng.

After all, he’s just an ordinary Lao Deng with no irreplaceable competitiveness.

Parking his car across from an apartment complex, Elder Li slowly rolled down the window and quietly watched the ‘Luxury Guest Apartment Hotel’ opposite.

CEO Cheng informed him yesterday that this afternoon someone will go warn the person helping them with their fund turnover.

This person is named Chen Zihao, found by Li Haiping.

Chen Zihao’s company and family are all in Saint Rodu.

Chen Zihao had previously done an ICO for virtual currency (similar to a company going public, the listing of virtual currency is called ICO), and now he is a part-time account broker for Binance, ostensibly running a hotel, which is his company.

During a drinking session, Chen Zihao boasted to Li Haiping that he had a small secret channel for fund turnover, capable of doing grey-area financial transfers worldwide.

Therefore, when Cheng Daqi asked Li Haiping to find a suitable funding channel, Li Haiping thought of his little brother Chen.

In Li Haiping’s eyes, how could he forget his little brother when it comes to making a fortune?

Actually, it’s because he feels Chen Zihao is easier to control; like him, Chen has a family, and while the monk can run, the temple can’t be moved.

“Dee-woop~ Dee-woop~”

Three police cars slowly drove into the street, and Li Haiping instantly held his breath, his hands gripping the steering wheel tightly, his eyes glancing across to the other side of the street.

The people CEO Cheng talked about, they’re really here!

And damn it, four police cars at once!

CEO Cheng, I finally understand what you meant when you said as long as I don’t leave Saint Rodu, I won’t have any problems!

CEO Cheng, it’s so blissful to be your dog, this damn full sense of security!

The ‘Luxury Guest Apartment Hotel’ was surrounded by LAPD officers, with three cars stopping at the hotel entrance, and local Chinese were so scared they hid in the shops along the street—not that American cops are that terrifying, but some of them are undocumented.

Jax chewed on his gum, leaning on his police car with his hands on his duty belt, scanning the shops along the street, waiting for his subordinates to bring someone out.

Shortly after, a thin Asian man in his thirties was dragged out by two burly LAPD officers.

“Boss, no, sir, I’m a big-time legal immigrant, I have a green card, I’ve always paid my taxes properly, never evading them!”

In American dramas, people who got arrested still dare to bare their teeth at the cops, even threatening them, but in reality, Chen Zihao was so frightened his gall was about to break.

If he committed the crime he was accused of, even if he could make bail, afford a lawyer, and strike a plea bargain with the court, he would still have to serve time and pay a hefty fine.

He was scared of prison—every American knows what it’s like in there, how many people sing of their shattered dreams behind bars.

“Sir, haven’t you mistaken me for someone else?

The only crime I’ve committed in America was drifting once in Las Vegas, I haven’t done any other bad things!”

Chen Zihao’s glasses were knocked off.

His vision was poor, so he didn’t realize that more than a dozen police officers were surrounding him.

He thought they were just onlookers.

“We’re all neighbors here.

You all know what kind of person I am, Chen Zihao.

Please tell these sirs that I haven’t committed any crimes.

They’ve got the wrong person.”

He desperately explained, but Jax silently watched him, saying nothing, and the others, seeing that the leader didn’t speak, kept quiet as well.

“Ah, what are you doing?

We’re legal immigrants!

Get away!

Let my husband go; he hasn’t committed any crime!”

Chen Zihao’s wife frantically rushed out of the hotel, attempting to rescue her husband from the police.

But her words scared Chen Zihao.

He quickly said,

“A’Zhen, go back!

Don’t come here!

Hurry back!”

He was afraid!

With the American police’s notorious trigger-happiness, coupled with his wife being a madwoman, he feared this clueless madwoman might end up getting shot by these trigger-happy cops for “assaulting an officer.”

All the Chinese residents of this neighborhood were silently watching through their windows and doors, seeing A’Zhen crying and Chen Zihao palely and helplessly explaining.

Nobody dared to speak a word.

The Chinese community in America was never united, a condition shaped by their past.

Chen Zihao and A’Zhen were old-timers here, but to the familiar neighbors, they were now being held down like a couple of little chicks, with Chen Zihao even trapped between two police officers, controlled like a criminal.

Everyone felt a shared unease, but not Li Haiping.

Elder Li swallowed nervously, trembling as he took a sip of water.

He had a clearer idea of the power CEO Cheng wielded.

The clearer the picture, the more he realized how extremely fortunate he was.

He had encountered a figure who did not belong to this mortal realm.

Elder Li noticed a man who seemed to be the police chief say something to Chen Zihao, then waved to have him released.

Chen Zihao shook hands with that police chief, thanking the officers who had just put him in mortal terror.

Being arrested by mistake was a good thing; if he had really been taken into custody, it would have cost him at least several hundred thousand dollars to get past this ordeal.

Watching the police leave, Elder Li took a long breath.

Pulling down the mirror above the driver’s seat, he rearranged his thinning hair and mustered an inscrutable expression before opening the car door.

The LAPD had paid a visit, and now he had to explain to his little brother the reason why.

This wasn’t part of CEO Cheng’s instructions!

CEO Cheng thought that Elder Li would have a quiet word with Chen Zihao about it.

But to his surprise, as soon as the police left, Li Haiping went straight into Chen Zihao’s hotel!

Jax had taken off his police uniform and was standing at the street corner in just a shirt, smoking against a wall.

Watching Elder Li get out of the sedan and enter the “Grand Guest Apartments Hotel,” Gru’s most valued subordinate applauded himself inwardly.

Not bad, his investigative instincts hadn’t faded!

“Chan, your excuse is very clever.”

“You said he was your relative, a relative who looked on indifferently at your plight.

From that angle, he really deserves a lesson, without us going overboard.”

“Brilliant!”

“You’ve always been that smart and cunning!”

“Chen Zihao and your ‘Chan’ are homophones, almost fooled us.”

“Unfortunately for you, our gang has Chinese members.”

“CEO Cheng and Chen Zihao’s ‘Chan’ are written differently in Hua Country!”

“With such crafty schemes, what kind of secret are you hiding?”

Smiling, Jax took out his walkie-talkie and called his team back.

Elder Li was in big trouble now!