My American magical life
Chapter 297 - 297 130 Her butt was viciously stabbed with a knife_2

297: Chapter 130: Her butt was viciously stabbed with a knife_2 297: Chapter 130: Her butt was viciously stabbed with a knife_2 “If a signer defaults, MAS can get certain, shall we say, compensation,”

Cheng Daqi hadn’t expected that Lisa hadn’t mentioned this to Temir, so he simply enlightened her with the basics.

What kind of person was Temir?

With her intelligence, she grasped Cheng Daqi’s meaning instantly.

Those beautiful sapphire eyes glided over Cheng Daqi, and Temir saw a new side of him—the side of a heartless capitalist.

“Chan, you can really surprise me.

Not long ago you were homeless on the streets, and now you’ve started exploiting and squeezing others, huh?”

“Quite the rapid role change, eh?”

However, thinking that this heartless capitalist was one of her own, she felt not disgust but admiration.

“Chan, you’re such an asshole, but I’m very satisfied!”

Those words from the black-haired rich lady made Cheng Daqi’s teeth ache as he explained.

“Mi’er, business is business, MAS spares no effort in nurturing potential social media stars.

These clauses are set to prevent stars from going solo after they’ve made it big,”

Cheng Daqi’s intention was indeed that, but Temir understood the undertone of his words.

“Spares no effort ≠ you’re working hard.

The term roughly means ‘I’ll give it all I’ve got,’ but MAS is just a small workshop now…

Chan, um, you’re quite slick, but I will still support you, as long as you’re doing the ‘right’ things.”

Temir gave Cheng Daqi a nonchalant jab.

She was expressing her stance and also reminding Cheng Daqi.

Cheng Daqi could stir up storms, as long as the effects were beneficial for MAS, she wouldn’t oppose.

But her non-opposition didn’t mean she was naive; on the contrary, she saw things very clearly.

“Chan, you finally arrived.

The video of my life as a homeless man that you asked me to shoot is done, but will people really watch these kinds of videos?”

The blond veteran noticed Cheng Daqi’s arrival; he nodded at Temir, waiting in bewilderment for Cheng Daqi’s explanation.

He couldn’t understand why anyone would want to watch videos of homeless people.

“I’ve seen your first draft, it’s not painful enough!

Go back and revise it!

Especially emphasize the reasons why you ended up homeless, got it?”

CEO Cheng was a master of content style, using a visionary perspective to guide social media stars under MAS in styling and directing videos.

“Reasons?

There are too many, how should I talk about them?” Scott asked with a despondent and crestfallen face.

Every time he thought about his past absurd experiences, his life felt utterly meaningless!

“Your ex-wife made you out to be the wrongdoer, took your house and car, and left you with a mountain of alimony debts!

And her?

She’s using your alimony to support another man!

And it’s a black guy who’d been glowing green and had you cuckolded long ago!

Spill these details, make them clear, and you won’t lack an audience, man!”

Even though Temir had already heard Scott’s story once, she still found it outrageous—Scott’s story was so preposterous that even someone like Temir was taken aback!

“Stop, please stop.” Even though it was his own life, Scott’s heart would ache with each retelling.

“Cort, you’ve got to face it.

Only by becoming stronger can you prevent these things from hurting you.

You can do well, now go!

Move forward, man!” Cheng Daqi continued to encourage MAS’s number one rising star.

The disheveled blond veteran left Cheng Daqi’s office, and Temir shook her head.

What a crap company, what kind of people do they hire?

People, what kind of people?

Isn’t Scott a friend of Cheng Daqi?

I seem to have just seen that black fatty and black sister!

“Chan, you’re a bit dishonest, huh?”

“I gave you money for your startup, not for you to pay your friends’ salaries!”

The reason the black-haired rich lady came to MAS today was to find Cheng Daqi’s slip-ups, to give him a smackdown in retaliation for the underhanded way he’d trapped her.

And now, she was certain, her eagle eyes had spotted Cheng Daqi’s ‘slip-up’!

“Chan, now, it’s my turn!”

The black-haired rich lady excitedly rubbed her fingers, taking the document Cheng Daqi handed her.

Cheng Daqi seemed to be introducing something, but she wasn’t listening—a single thought occupied her mind: how to attack without burning bridges but still unleash her full offensive power!

“Ahem, Chan, in fact, I’ve seen many entrepreneurs better than you.

Do you know why I invested in you?”

CEO Cheng was taken aback by the black-haired rich lady’s sudden interjection; he was in the midst of explaining MAS’s corporate charter and had only reached halfway.

Temir’s question was utterly out of the blue, and he ventured an answer.

“You’re optimistic about the prospects of the short video content creation field?”

Shaking his head, Temir showed an elegant yet friendly smile that unsettled Cheng Daqi.

It wasn’t his sister’s madness he feared—her madness was the norm—it was her sudden smile!

“No, it’s because I trust you, Chan, I’ve always considered you my best friend.

I trust you so much, that’s why I invested in MAS!”

Temir’s strategy was to firmly corner Cheng Daqi, frame him with ‘trust’ and ‘friendship.’

Then, she would expose his deeds and viciously lay into him!

Under such a strategy, any of Cheng Daqi’s sophistries were powerless; if he had even an ounce of conscience, he’d be shamed to tears!

In other words, the black-haired rich woman was PUAing him—I trust you, yet you…

“Mi’er, thank you for your trust.

You and Lisa are the most selfless people I’ve met since coming to America; you’ve helped me a lot.”

CEO Cheng was such a dog; he sensed something amiss and praised Temir in return!

Temir, who had thoroughly seen through the tricks of such men, decided to ignore his words completely.

Their relationship was the capitalist version of Mr.

& Mrs.

Smith—love and hate taken to the extreme.

Facing Cheng Daqi’s flattery, the black-haired rich woman remained unmoved and continued.

“Chan, save your little tricks.

I trust you, but how do you repay me?

MAS hasn’t made any profits, but you went ahead and placed your three vagrant friends into the company!

How?

Is this how you repay me?

Is this how you treat me as a friend?”

Delightful!

At that moment, the black-haired rich woman felt an unprecedented thrill, not the physical kind but a spiritual epiphany striking right at her G-spot!

Too delightful!

Standing on the moral high ground, pointing at Cheng Daqi and cursing him like a dog felt too damn good!

What was Cheng Daqi feeling?

He looked at Temir and saw eyes glittering with a ‘victorious’ joy.

Temir’s smile was victorious, but CEO Cheng’s smile was one of relief!

Mi’er, don’t blame me today, you brought this upon yourself!

Darling, don’t be mad if the slap is too hard!

The recently departed Scott felt confused as he entered Cheng Daqi’s office with Kernor and Sani.

All three of Cheng Daqi’s friends noticed Temir but felt they were in a totally different world from her.

Thus, they didn’t speak to the black-haired rich woman; only Sani nodded at Temir, who didn’t pay him any attention.

She watched Cheng Daqi attentively, wanting to see what he had to say.

With his hands clasped together, Cheng Daqi propped his arms on the desk, looked at his good homies, and began.

“Let me ask you guys a question—has MAS paid you any wages these days?”

Scott and the others were puzzled.

When they started the business, Cheng Daqi made it clear: room and board were covered, wages would be discussed in the future.

Why was Cheng Daqi suddenly asking this out of the blue?

“No, you’ve been providing food every day, although I still have to go begging…”

The blond veteran replied resentfully, and the other two agreed quickly, with Kernor and Sani nodding vigorously.

What he called begging was actually for shooting videos, but that didn’t change the blond veteran’s dislike of the act of begging itself.

“Mi’er, you’ve heard them.” Cheng Daqi looked at Temir, who was starting to lose composure, with a mocking expression.

I’m laying my cards on the table, I’m not pretending anymore, my meaning is simple—Mi’er, it seems you’ve made yourself the Joker again.

The black-haired rich woman was dumbfounded; she felt like a joke compared to Cheng Daqi.

All this time, she had prided herself on being the epitome of a capitalist, believing she was adept at fully exploiting employees’ potential within the bounds of the law.

Which is to say, exploitation and oppression.

But today, she felt like she had been stabbed in the back with a knife, truly eye-opened by Cheng Daqi’s audacious actions.

You dare employ workers without paying them wages?

For three employees, the only expense you’ve incurred is their food!

You’re not a capitalist; they’re not employees!

They are your black & slaves, and you, you’re the last slavemaster in modern America!

Chan, you’re too ruthless!

Temir was truly Bengbu settled!