My American magical life
Chapter 259 - 259 110 Binance

259: Chapter 110: Binance?

The one fined billions?

259: Chapter 110: Binance?

The one fined billions?

Chen Zihao was dragged up by Jax.

The young Chinese who had ‘dined with death’ was now truly under maximum pressure.

He had been ‘treated’ quite harshly; although Jax didn’t go all out, the basic procedures that were followed had already turned Chen Zihao into a pig-headed mess.

However, none of the four men cared much about his plight, including Chen Zihao himself.

“Gentlemen, I have money, a lot of money.

I can pay for my own life.

I understand the rules, and I definitely won’t joke about my life.

I won’t go to the police to report this.”

Chen Zihao, pressed to the ground by Jax, spoke rapidly.

He feared he wouldn’t get the chance to speak!

“Your men’s way of doing things is really unacceptable.

How could you be so inconsiderate?”

CEO Cheng frowned and said.

He walked over to Chen Zihao, pulled him up from Jax’s grasp.

In Chen Zihao’s eyes, who was terrified out of his wits, at that moment, CEO Cheng seemed as great as a god.

He seemed to be out of danger.

Gru snorted coldly, disdaining CEO Cheng’s hypocritical act of playing the good guy, but still he explained.

“His mouth isn’t tight enough.

Maybe we should just get rid of him.”

Great, the explanation from the top brass was worse than no explanation at all.

Chen Zihao started crying again.

He just felt incredibly unlucky.

After Elder Li was taken away, it seemed he never reappeared.

Had he already been killed?

It wasn’t strange for Chen Zihao to think too much, given the horrors he had experienced today.

The old factory under the night was terrifying, and so were these inscrutable men before him.

He had some street smarts, but after all, he was just an ordinary person.

How could he remain stable in such an unexpected situation?

“People grow.

Give him another chance.”

CEO Cheng patted Chen Zihao on the shoulder, pleading for him.

Today, CEO Cheng was playing the role of a merciful savior, first rescuing Elder Li, then Gru, and finally pulling Chen Zihao out of danger.

Gru’s method of threatening to bind someone’s entire family was too extreme for CEO Cheng’s taste, so he and the top cop staged another little drama.

“Fine, but I still have to warn you, kid.

If you can’t keep your mouth shut next time, it won’t be just you who dies.”

The top cop fixed Chen Zihao with a stare from eyes accustomed to sights of death, which carried a deadly aura.

He and CEO Cheng had a simple routine, one played the good cop, and the other played the bad cop.

He was responsible for putting pressure on Chen Zihao, CEO Cheng for assigning tasks to him.

As for whether Chen Zihao would take them to court…

let’s just say, anyone who understands America’s justice system won’t make such a joke.

The American judicial system does not serve justice but capital and power.

It always has!

Chen Zihao had been an immigrant for so long; if he was really that foolish, he wouldn’t have been able to accumulate such a substantial wealth.

“Stop scaring him.

What are you standing there for, do you like it so much here?

Come with me!”

As Gru and the others watched, CEO Cheng, without looking back, took Chen Zihao with him and got into the car for the return trip.

Gru silently smoked, pondering whether a deep partnership with Temir and CEO Cheng would bring new risks to him.

Watching their boss’s face flicker between light and shadow in the glow of his pipe, Jax asked.

“Boss, what exactly happened?”

He hadn’t forgotten how he had just been played by his own boss and CEO Cheng, but Jax wasn’t concerned about being made a fool of, he was worried.

“Nothing, as long as we brothers stick together, we can get through any difficulty.

If we can’t get through it, we blow it up!” Gru replied softly.

—————–

The back seat of the Mushang was stable.

CEO Cheng was deep in thought with his eyes closed, pondering all the matters he was facing.

Although Chen Zihao had quite some assets, opportunities to ride in such a luxurious car were rare, especially one with modified acoustics for privacy between the front and back seats.

The soundproofed Mushang, a personal driver, obviously expensive clothing, a composed demeanor.

Having any one of these attributes would be remarkable, but CEO Cheng had them all, plus he had just pulled him back from the brink of death.

Chen Zihao had many words of thanks he wanted to say, but he also had many doubts, particularly about being inexplicably dragged into this situation.

“Mr., I’m Chen Zihao.

Thank you for helping me today…”

He faltered there, his experience today had been too surreal.

It seemed like he had been kidnapped, but the kidnapper was a cop.

Was this a normal kidnapping?

“I know you, old Chen.

Mr.

Gru and I both need you.”

CEO Cheng’s words were like a knife, piercing into Chen Zihao’s heart, his lungs.

What should he do?

The man who saved him was the same man who harmed him; should he hate him or be thankful?

“I’m just an ordinary person…”

Chen Zihao’s explanation was interrupted by CEO Cheng.

“A useless person is worthless.

To me, if you’re worthless, that’s fine, I just won’t work with you.

But those who bound you won’t keep a worthless person around and increase their own risk.

You’ve seen their faces; it’s too easy to look them up.

Now, do you still think you are useless?”

CEO Cheng had no time to waste on minor characters, his words were blunt and uncompromising.

“Saving you was out of goodwill, but you’ve been entangled in this mess, and if you’re not smart, don’t blame me if you die.”

Cheng Daqi is not a god, he can’t take responsibility for everyone whose fate he influences!

“Who exactly are you, and what is your relationship with Elder Li?”

Chen Zihao endured the terror in his heart, trying to remain as calm as possible while asking.

“Elder Chen, I really shouldn’t be meeting you.

Elder Li is supposed to handle all these matters.

But my partner doesn’t trust you and wants to test how tight-lipped you are.

You heard just now, they don’t think you’re up to it.”

Cheng Daqi gave Chen Zihao a scare before he began to explain.

“I’m a company owner, doing some small business.

The guys who kidnapped you are under Niu Sen—California Cowboy Sen, you know?”

Invoking big names as if they were pulling strings, Gru indeed worked under Niu Sen, and Cheng Daqi was telling the truth.

Chen Zihao had already faced enough shocks today, but Cheng Daqi’s words plunged him into an abyss of sheer terror.

He made his wealth by cheating and duping others for money, clearly knowing he was just a scammer, but people like Niu Sen and his underlings, including the man in front of him, were robbers.

And not just any robbers, but the toughest gang in America, in California.

What good could come from robbers seeking cooperation with a scammer?

“Big brother, I’m just an ordinary person; I really don’t have the capability to serve such big shots like you.

Please spare me, big brother; can I give you one million dollars, please spare me!”

Chen Zihao did not wish to embark on this road of no return, but Cheng Daqi could not afford to show him leniency.

Strangely enough, at this moment, Cheng Daqi thought of Zhao Hongjin.

The girl with peach blossom eyes had once ridiculed herself, laughing at her own meaningless kindness.

At this instant, Cheng Daqi also felt he possessed a kind of meaningless goodwill.

Towards both Elder Li and the current Chen Zihao, he wasn’t being very nice.

He quickly discarded these insignificant personal conflicts from his mind, for he lived in a world constructed by a vast network of interests.

In America, kindness is the cheapest commodity.

It often exists in the mouths of politicians, in the fake news of media personnel, and in the hearts of those who have not yet lost their innocence.

But Cheng Daqi had to fight with the bad guys, entangle with demons, and climb his way up in the heart of capitalist America, creating a storm as he ascended.

To achieve something, one must pay a price, and Cheng Daqi was ready to pay that price.

“I sought you out because you’re easy to control; if you don’t perform well, they can replace you at any moment.

You know the kind of replacement I mean.

I’m not threatening you, I’m reminding you.

My friend, once you’ve seen the faces of Mr.

Gru and me, you can’t get off this ride.”

Cheng Daqi had many other funding channels to choose from, but they belonged to others; he needed to seize control of his own funding channel.

The reason Gru left Chen Zihao alive and intended to transfer ten million dollars through him was this factor.

Chen Zihao was easy to handle and the risk was manageable.

“Elder Li told me he has several hundred million dollars worth of business and hopes to circulate it through my funding channel.

Is the business he mentioned the same as what you hope I’ll do for you?”

Hearing Cheng Daqi’s reminder, Chen Zihao realized his life had truly changed.

Unlike Elder Li, Chen Zihao was still young; he believed that even without the help of others, he could use his deception skills to exploit others under the guise of virtual currency.

Money was never an issue for him.

But now, he was targeted by Niu Sen’s underlings.

Governor, the governor of America’s number one state—what would he want me to do?

Political dark money?

Business bribes?

Government project arbitrage?

“Can you talk about your experiences, including how you got involved with virtual currency, how you launched your ICO, and how you established your current secret funding channel?”

Cheng Daqi didn’t answer Chen Zihao’s question; he needed to first assess Chen Zihao’s capabilities.

Chen Zihao was introduced by Elder Li and Cheng Daqi’s knowledge about him was actually very limited, knowing only that the man had done an ICO for virtual currency.

Now both he and Gru thought Chen Zihao was a useful person, but how useful, Cheng Daqi had yet to observe.

“I used to be a full-stack programmer.

In my first year of work, I encountered Bitcoin and had over a hundred of them, but later I lost my wallet and those Bitcoins with it.

In recent years, Bitcoin has surged like crazy, and many people got drawn in by the hype around virtual currency.

Last year, I saw an opportunity, ran an ICO, and made about two million dollars before I stopped.

My funding channel only exchanges two types of virtual currency, Bitcoin and Ethereum.

But different countries have different regulations concerning these things; it’s not something that can be explained in a few words.”

Chen Zihao, resigned to his fate, gave a rough recount of his experiences.

He now had to make himself appear valuable, but he had his own concerns too.

“You want to use my funding channel for capital circulation, but I’m actually just a middleman, too.

If your capital volume is in the hundreds of millions, the transaction fees might be millions of dollars.”

Cheng Daqi had never imagined, after all this talk with Chen Zihao, that the guy was also an intermediary.

“Millions of dollars in transaction fees?

What use would you be then?

We would incur the same expenses going through official channels!”

Chen Zihao hurriedly replied.

“Those millions aren’t my take, it’s Binance’s, it’s Zhao Changpeng’s!

On the surface, Binance is a regular and straightforward exchange, but its trading model leaves backdoors for intermediaries like me in funding channels.

My route has an advantage: it can help launder gray money offshore.

That’s mainly the service I provide.”

Chen Zihao was somewhat out of sorts, but he tried his best to explain.

Cheng Daqi narrowed his eyes.

Binance, the exchange that America’s big shots had extorted billions from?