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Chapter 335 - 335 13 CEO Cheng's Knife is Always Sharp!

335: Chapter 13: CEO Cheng’s Knife is Always Sharp!

335: Chapter 13: CEO Cheng’s Knife is Always Sharp!

OC is a brand that isn’t very well-known.

As a newcomer to the game, in the traditional fashion marketing fields like magazines and exhibitions, OC can’t compare to other brands that have long held an advantage in the market.

But Temir had managed to carry this avant-garde brand to where it is today on her own strength.

Cheng Daqi’s previous suggestion, the one about first binding OC deeply with the Democratic Party and the LGBT community, then setting off a clash between internet celebrities, Temir always felt was very risky.

She hadn’t discussed this thing with Niu Sen at all!

As for being persuaded by Cheng Daqi to invest in a new company signing LGBT internet celebrities, it was just Temir indulging CEO Cheng.

She didn’t quite agree with CEO Cheng’s suggestions, but she understood that CEO Cheng’s methods did indeed have a chance of success.

It wasn’t that the dark-haired rich woman didn’t trust CEO Cheng.

OC was a mature company, with hundreds of employees and billions in turnover every year; Temir had to act cautiously.

It’s just that, what CEO Cheng said today had put the dark-haired rich woman in a dilemma once again.

Considering her love-hate past with Cheng Daqi, the dark-haired rich woman really couldn’t bring herself to trust CEO Cheng; the man was too cunning.

But if you were to say that CEO Cheng had really done something to wrong her, Temir couldn’t recall anything.

The dark-haired rich woman wasn’t one to readily trust others, so…

Cheng ‘Does your family own prison industry assets?’

Right at the moment when Temir was about to make a decision, CEO Cheng seemed to telepathically send her several messages.

Cheng ‘I’ve got a special business that’s run into some trouble.

Mi’er, where are you now?’

When those miraculous things emerged from the smoothing process, Li Haiping and Cheng Daqi had no idea how serious the problem was.

He had just been browsing the trending news on Eaglehead, only to find several entries accusing people of charging high fees to help them obtain legal identities!

CEO Cheng and Elder Li weren’t afraid of investigations, but the identity business was just getting started, and with so many extraordinary clients already, CEO Cheng could not afford to be careless.

These people were already affecting CEO Cheng’s money-making business, so he chose to apply some drastic measures – summoning Temir!

Come on, Mi’er, Elder Li takes ten percent, I’ll give you thirty percent!

Looking at CEO Cheng’s message on her phone, Temir replied with great interest.

Temir ‘Just now you were pushing people away, Chan, you pushed me so hard that my head is still spinning, and I can’t remember where I am.’

This reply was so like Temir; she was clearly toying boldly with CEO Cheng.

You’re in trouble, aren’t you?

Then wag your tail nicely for me first!

Cheng ‘Forget it, I’ll try someone else.’

CEO Cheng now had too many potential partners to choose from.

Among the higher options were Wolf Dracula and Temir.

In the middle were Gru and Eris.

There was also Daniel Washington, an enigmatic figure who had explicitly promised to help CEO Cheng clear up any trouble.

Mi’er, there’s been an update!

Try someone else?

Try someone else?

Try someone else?

It’s just that Temir doesn’t understand Chinese, otherwise she would certainly say, ‘I used to be your little sweetheart, your angel and rose, and now what?’

Temir ‘I’m right upstairs!’

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“Ha, Mi’er, you always like to joke.” CEO Cheng’s attitude was still not bad.

Even though it was a quid pro quo, the initiative was in Mi’er’s hands; he was now in a standard position of being neither up nor down, needing someone to pull him up.

Even if the identity business were exposed, CEO Cheng could easily extricate himself.

The first firewall was Elder Li, the second firewall was Chen Zihao, who handled the finances, and the third firewall was Riel, who suffered from mental illness and had a fragile psyche.

But CEO Cheng wasn’t interested in just getting out easily; he hoped to earn more through a long and steady stream.

“Tell me about your special business.”

“A friend and I started a somewhat irregular labor service company, our main business is managing non-standard labor forces.

We have special channels to process them into legal technical migrants.

But many clients can’t find jobs after arriving in America and become disillusioned.

Their mental state may have suffered some issues, Mi’er, and they are biting back at my company like dogs,” CEO Cheng explained.

“And then?

You want to send them to private prisons?

If they have mental issues, send them to psychiatric hospitals.”

“They can’t afford and can’t get cured.

In Hua Country, there’s a saying, ‘Labor reforms people,’ A good reforming can solve any psychological problems.” CEO Cheng set the tone for this matter.

“Chan, ‘Labor reforms people?’ You’ve got a talent for explaining the exploitative management of private prisons like that.”

“So, do you have resources in private prisons?” Cheng Daqi didn’t want to explain the different interpretations under cultural differences.

“Gru apprehends people, and you find a private prison, Chan, if you keep doing things this way, it won’t get you far,” said the dark-haired rich woman, who always did things unconventionally, but she spoke these words with utmost seriousness.

“Teaching me how to conduct business?

Just tell me if you have it or not.” CEO Cheng thought she was overthinking.

For a defector who bought an identity, he could make a profit of around twenty-five thousand dollars.

Out of those twenty-five thousand dollars, he could easily allocate half to Gru.

Longevity in business could only be ensured if all parties were tightly involved.

“Didn’t you say they can’t find jobs?

Working the land in Missouri can reform people too.

Just organize these people’s information and hand it over to me; I’ll handle it.”

Although CEO Cheng’s tone contained subtle resistance, the dark-haired rich woman actually chose to clean up his mess.

Knowing Temir’s character, this was as unlikely as the sun rising from the west – utterly preposterous.

Looking at Cheng Daqi’s strange expression, Temir stammered out her words.