My American magical life
Chapter 327 - 327 9 In order to defeat you I killed myself!_2

327: Chapter 9 In order to defeat you, I killed myself!_2 327: Chapter 9 In order to defeat you, I killed myself!_2 Noticing that CEO Cheng’s female companion was sitting on his bed, he looked up at Cheng Daqi and let out a gentle sigh.

Truth be told, this was the first time Domo had ever done such a thing, and it was in his own home at that.

It made him feel like he was committing a sin right in front of his wife.

“My house, my me, my bed, and yet you’re the one using it with such zest?”

You even have me serving you food?

“Domo, thanks for your trouble.”

He stood up, took the tray from the fat chef’s hands, and patted him on the shoulder.

“Chan, how’s the situation with that Korean?

Isn’t Riel under Eris’ command?”

Domo came with questions in mind.

He had seen Eris more than a few times and always kept a wary eye on that Balkan man, lacking genuine friendliness.

“Ha, don’t worry, that person won’t die.

Riel will handle it, and if there are any troubles, they won’t implicate you.”

CEO Cheng understood why Domo had personally made the trip and responded with a smile.

The fat chef’s eyes twinkled as he parsed the implications of Cheng Daqi’s words.

However, he quickly grasped the gist and extended an invitation with a smile.

“Chan, maybe we can talk more tonight about my catering company.

Actually, I already have a rough idea.”

“I would be honored!”

Smart people talk straightforwardly, and CEO Cheng liked smart people like Domo.

“Alright, I won’t disturb your fun.

There are condoms under the pillow, the blue package has the special ‘wolf-teeth’ variety.”

The fat chef left with a mischievous smile, leaving CEO Cheng standing at the door with a bunch of dark lines on his face.

God damn special ‘wolf-teeth’ variety!

Little fatty, you look all prim and proper, but you play quite wildly!

Also, I’m seriously discussing movies with Ah Zhao!

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“Colonel Sir is quite charming, but are you suggesting through his actions that what you’re doing really isn’t excessive?”

Serious people do appear boring at times.

Zhao Hongjin had to defy convention even when watching movies, which CEO Cheng had not anticipated.

“What I want you to understand more is Charlie’s choice.

You and Charlie are alike, Ah Zhao.

The real world is no Utopia; it doesn’t meet the romantic expectations of ideologists.”

Charlie was abandoned by his friends, standing alone and upholding his so-called ‘principles’ on a pitiful judgement seat.

“He wasn’t wrong, but he’s to be crucified for judgement, and that’s the crux of the problem.”

CEO Cheng’s words left Zhao Hongjin in silence.

The girl with peach blossom eyes had to admit that the movie CEO Cheng had shown her really did give much food for thought.

“Daqi, but you haven’t been nailed to a cross, and nobody is burning you at the stake, so why not be a simple, sincere person?”

The girl with peach blossom eyes understood Cheng Daqi’s choices as well as the meaning that morality shouldn’t be seen as an immovable principle.

But she was acutely aware that CEO Cheng wasn’t driven to a dead end; in fact, he was still thriving.

“I’m not Charlie.

There are no heroic colonels in the real world to save me.

Our lives are not movies, nor a game that can be saved and paused.

Every level I have to tread carefully, cannot afford mistakes, and must also strive for as much gain as possible.”

CEO Cheng handed her a glass of fruit wine and answered wistfully.

In his life, there were no superheroes.

Those who came to his aid were all imperfect individuals.

Still, CEO Cheng felt fortunate; at least he had Zhao Hongjin, a close friend with whom he could share his deepest concerns.

Compared to the so-called physical encounters, the companionship that can truly read one’s soul is a luxury—the kind many people seek their whole lives in vain.

Even the cunning Professor Gao would succumb to a beauty who could recite “The Wanli Emperor’s Fifteenth Year”.

The girl with peach blossom eyes sat cross-legged on the bed, holding a wine glass in one hand while massaging her temples with the other.

She was pondering over Cheng Daqi’s words, her own thoughts, and the story in the movie.

“But…

I actually dislike the movie’s portrayal of behavior that flouts rules for the sake of personal enjoyment, like blind people driving.

While it seems to express the so-called freedom of enjoying life, enjoying beauty, it’s nothing but thorough selfishness.

Daqi, if we ultimately become selfish people, wouldn’t that be betraying ourselves?”

Zhao Hongjin always remembered the thoughts that had crossed her mind after she had opened up to Cheng Daqi that night.

CEO Cheng walked a tough road, and although she couldn’t offer much help, she could be a companion, reminding him at the right time.

“There’s a saying, ‘remain true to our original aspiration,’ you should know it, right?”

CEO Cheng used his fork to pass a piece of watermelon over, and Ah Zhao replied while eating.

“Mm~ Of course, usually it’s followed by ‘remember our mission.'”

At this point, she suddenly found it very amusing; she realized she had still misunderstood Cheng Daqi.

She thought CEO Cheng took her to see a nonsensical movie in order to avoid problems, but it was never like that.

Cheng Daqi didn’t run away from them; instead, he chose a clever way to address her doubts.

But Daqi, you’ve veered off so far now, what are you actually trying to say?

“I think ‘remain true to our original aspiration’ is wrong, a person’s original aspirations change continually, which is determined by their experience and understanding.

Many kids write about ‘my dream’ when they are seven or eight years old, d’you remember what your dream was back then?”

CEO Cheng’s words were shocking, causing Zhao Hongjin to forget even to chew.

“Uh, when I grow up I want to be an astronaut…” the girl with the peach-blossom eyes answered somewhat shyly.

“Hahahaha, Ah Zhao, aren’t you at all embarrassed about your embarrassing past?

Isn’t this just an advertisement?”

CEO Cheng was amused by the girl’s sincere answer.

“Hmph, at least I haven’t forgotten my original aspiration, okay, now it’s your turn.”

With a wrinkled nose, Zhao Hongjin gave Cheng Daqi a look—she thought her youthful ideal was pretty cool.

“When I was young, I wanted to be a police officer and put my parents in jail, see, isn’t the phrase ‘remain true to our original aspiration’ quite thuggish?”

CEO Cheng also revealed his embarrassing past, even managing to laugh while doing so.

Hearing his reply, Ah Zhao looked at CEO Cheng with complicated eyes.

“That’s very filial of you, but isn’t that stuff too distant?

What are you actually trying to say?”

“You asked, ‘Isn’t that a betrayal of oneself?’ and my thought is, a person always grows in the process of betraying themselves.

We return to Marx’s logic, that motion is absolute (and not in the sense of physics), so I pour all my effort into betraying myself every day.

This betrayal hasn’t made me feel lost; on the contrary, it has made me grow continuously.”

You’re right, but don’t talk anymore!

Zhao Hongjin knew Cheng Daqi was right, but she still felt extremely frustrated.

Bro, I asked you if you’d betrayed yourself.

You answered me that you strive to betray yourself every day, and you’re even proud of it.

I know what you’re saying is utterly correct, but I still feel upset.

Am I getting a face-full from you?

Seeing Zhao Hongjin not speaking, CEO Cheng brought the conversation back to Colonel Sir’s behavior.

“As for Colonel Sir’s actions, they’re actually not important.

His life has no point of reference, what I want you to understand is Charlie’s dilemma.

I want you to see how a kind soul full of principles is persecuted and squeezed by abnormal rules.

There’s an important logic here, the society’s rules and the so-called righteous principles are unrelated.

Having seen the movie, you should understand that without Colonel’s intervention…”

“No!

You’re just bullying me for not understanding, in philosophical terms, motion lacks an objective reference, and whether it belongs to the truth depends only on whether the person observing it believes in the philosophical system it explains.

The foundational logic of what you’ve said is wrong, it’s simply bullying!”

Ah Zhao wasn’t silent; she was mad at Cheng Daqi’s response, still pondering the previous discussion.

Finally, she figured out the crux of the issue.

Interrupted mid-speech by Zhao Hongjin, CEO Cheng wasn’t upset; instead, he raised his glass, relieved.

“Ah Zhao, congratulations, you have started to demystify the world as you understand it!”

As Zhao Hongjin stood dumbfounded, CEO Cheng’s glass met with the one she was holding in her hand.

‘Ding!’