My American magical life
Chapter 280 - 280 122 Out of Control

280: Chapter 122: Out of Control?

Making Him Drink Poison to Quench Thirst?

280: Chapter 122: Out of Control?

Making Him Drink Poison to Quench Thirst?

Cheng Daqi’s madness wasn’t the sharpened fury of the bad guys seizing power, nor was it the hysterical venting of the petty folks upon attaining brief authority.

His madness was calm, serene, an apparent matter of course, as if he had always been this way, as if his insanity was naturally justified.

But for the raven-haired rich widow, having been publicly overridden by Cheng Daqi a few times, she had been trained by CEO Cheng to be an obedient child.

Temir knew that something abnormal signaled a monster lurking, like an old man suddenly going quiet probably because he’s crapped his pants, Cheng Daqi’s inexplicable flamboyance definitely had a reason.

Although she despised Cheng Daqi, the raven-haired rich widow was clear that her unusual friend wouldn’t do anything too outrageous.

“Honey, you should smoke less in the future.

I heard it can lead to impotence if you smoke too much.”

The raven-haired rich widow teased Cheng Daqi with a smile, then walked up to him, bent down, and lit a cigarette for him.

Well, if her mouth were sewn shut, she would be America’s most beautiful girl.

Muttering a complaint inwardly, Cheng Daqi spoke up.

“I brought you ten million Dollars.”

Everything in the office came to a standstill, and Temir’s face shifted from a standard fake smile to astonishment, and then to a palpable suspicion of Cheng Daqi.

However, this suspicion didn’t last long.

It morphed into a grave seriousness.

Ten million Dollars was not a small amount; for Temir, it was not considered petty cash either.

She had planes and yachts, even a private island at home, but her liquid assets totaled less than a hundred million.

After all, she was just a typical wealthy heiress, not a true heir to a substantial family fortune.

“Chan, I remember you wanted to talk to me about finding a way for OC to collaborate with the Democratic Party.”

The raven-haired rich widow leaned back on the office desk, looking down at Cheng Daqi from her elevated position.

“Yes, the ten million is from Gru crying and begging me.

He pleads for you to use his money to handle OC’s affairs.

What do you think, not bad in exchange for lighting me a cigarette, right?”

Being looked down upon didn’t faze Cheng Daqi in the least.

Mi’er, however crazy, was his close friend and partner.

He hadn’t the slightest concern about the rich widow’s skepticism.

Moreover, Gru’s predicament was incomprehensible to ordinary people.

Only Cheng Daqi had discerned just how dangerous his situation was.

“Gru crying and begging you to use his money?”

The raven-haired rich widow gave Cheng Daqi a look as if he were a joker.

She knew he was talking nonsense, but she was quite eager to see what Gru looked like when begging.

She understood that the money from a top dirty cop wasn’t easy to get, and Temir asked,

“What are his terms?”

“He wants you to handle Niu Sen.” CEO Cheng replied with a smile.

The raven-haired rich widow didn’t quite grasp what Cheng Daqi meant.

She snarked,

“Chan, has Gru lost his mind?

That guy came out of the closet a long time ago, it’s common knowledge in the circles.

Even if I stripped naked and jumped into his arms, he wouldn’t get hard.”

The outspoken statement, like a bolt out of the blue, startled the master helmsman of the vast sea voyage and disrupted Cheng Daqi’s composed demeanor.

“Mi’er, what on earth are you thinking about?

Handling Niu Sen is not that kind of handling.”

Although Temir’s words were outlandish, Cheng Daqi already had a clear understanding of his friend’s nature.

The girl possessed a mindset that could encompass a diversity of thoughts, so some crooked thinking was normal for her.

“Isn’t Gru on good terms with Niu Sen?”

Temir implied that since Niu Sen was Gru’s solid backup, why would Gru need her to ‘handle’ Niu Sen.

“It’s complicated, but to put it simply, because of my superior insight,…

Nobody, including you, would think that Gru has been kicked aside by his own guardian, and Niu Sen, wary of his unpredictability, did it in a subtle and clever manner.

And he can’t give up the power, or rather, he can’t live without it, which is why he turned to you for help and is willing to pay ten million Dollars for it.”

From beginning to end, these ten million Dollars were something Cheng Daqi secured through his own abilities.

He first identified the crisis that even the client themselves hadn’t noticed, then maneuvered the client into paying for the solution, and finally even linked Gru’s situation with the OC’s affair.

Thanks to Cheng Daqi’s efforts, the current situation emerged: Gru offered ten million to find Temir to persuade Niu Sen not to mess with him, Temir handled her own matter with Gru’s money, and even got Gru profoundly grateful to her.

The raven-haired rich widow had been face-slapped by Cheng Daqi many times, but now, she truly felt as though there was some kind of magic about him.

Watching Temir circle around himself, Cheng Daqi made a weird face and griped.

“If you have a problem with me, just say it.

Don’t go performing rituals around me.”

Temir exclaimed exaggeratedly.

“Chan, ten million Dollars isn’t much, but I’m really curious if your brain structure is still human.

Are you a lizard person?”

Cheng Daqi really wanted to thank Temir’s entire family.

Who compliments someone like that?

I know I did a nice job with this, but does that mean you should call me a lizard person?

“OK, let’s talk specifics about how to handle Niu Sen.

Do you have any ideas?”

If a woman goes haywire or starts doing something baffling, don’t indulge her logic, just change the subject.

This greatly improves communication efficiency.

“He likes men, and I think you have the potential to earn that ten million Dollars.

Goose~ goose~ goose~”

Temir’s scandalous comments and inane laughter left Cheng Daqi with his head full of black lines.

Indiscreet thing, you’d better explain yourself.

What do you mean I have the potential to earn that ten million Dollars!