My American magical life
Chapter 339 - 339 15 Fire at Me!

339: Chapter 15 Fire at Me!

Hands Up!_2 339: Chapter 15 Fire at Me!

Hands Up!_2 Cheng Daqi put down his phone, twisting his neck to ease the fatigue from sitting for a long time.

However, he was very much looking forward to returning to Lu Island.

After five years, he had once again set foot in his hometown.

“Unbelievable, Lu Island seems to have surpassed even Hong Kong in development.

The city here, the streets, even the beaches, all feel better to me than Hong Kong.”

Humph, of course, it’s better.

With the slowing development of Hong Kong, it can’t compare to my great Lu Island.

Not to mention anything else, even in terms of housing prices, Lu Island has more potential to surpass Hong Kong (manually insert dog head).

“Ha, if you like, you can vacation here in the future, Lisa.

Believe me, it’s much more fun than Hawaii.”

Every city has its own unique pattern for locals, and Hawaii is just a commercialized tourist destination.

It can’t compare to my hometown.

The blond white girl laughed and nodded.

She understood that everyone has a preference for their own hometown.

“So, Chan, are you planning to give me a holiday now?”

Cheng Daqi was just being polite.

Lisa really needed a vacation—she was the best horse MAS had.

Hmm?

“Of course, I brought you to Hua Country for a vacation, remember our deal before?”

There’s no way she’s getting a holiday.

The money has arrived, so Lisa, you’ll have to work hard for me.

CEO Cheng skillfully changed the subject, the blond white girl smiled helplessly, knowing he could be quite an asshole.

“So, are you arranging a state banquet for me?

Didn’t we already have one in Hong Kong?”

CEO Cheng thought Lisa was quite cute at the moment.

This girl had been showing off her silkworm pupa dish for three days in Hong Kong…

“It’s different.

Hua Country has many cuisines.

Today should be Minnan cuisine.”

“Should be?” Lisa was a bit skeptical.

Are you not sure?

“Look, the person picking us up has arrived.”

The plane had slowly glided to the parking spot, and CEO Cheng saw a small convoy in the distance.

He inwardly whistled in awe.

Driving cars straight into the airport for pick-up, only you could pull that off, Brother Sun.

In his past life, Cheng Daqi had followed Brother Sun for many years, learning so much from him.

Being courteous to others had helped Cheng Daqi meet many influential contacts, laying the foundation for his successful entrepreneurship.

“Chan, are these the people coming to pick us up?” Lisa asked in surprise.

“No, they’re here to pick me up; you’re just along for the ride, hahaha.” CEO Cheng teased.

The blond white girl gave him a glare, but inwardly she was feeling a bit overwhelmed.

Cheng Daqi’s ways were too wild, seriously too wild.

In America, he had risen from a homeless man to the owner of a start-up in just one month.

Back in Hua Country, he’s flying on a private plane, and even the welcoming fleet of cars was all Mercedes-Benz.

Lisa knew that the Gulfstream G650 CEO Cheng was on belonged to Mi’er, but she was even clearer that Mi’er had not arranged a Mercedes fleet to pick him up.

As someone who had watched CEO Cheng rise, the blond white girl couldn’t understand how he could be so formidable.

“What are you spacing out for, come on down.” Holding the cabin door, CEO Cheng looked back to remind Lisa, who was still in her seat.

“Chan, Mi’er is really extraordinary to you.”

Standing behind Cheng Daqi, Lisa remarked with a sigh.

“Ha, there are some things you don’t know.

I don’t owe her anything.”

The interests between Temir and Cheng Daqi were entangled to the point of no clear distinction, but CEO Cheng was certain that he didn’t owe her anything.

CEO Cheng wasn’t a naive boy; he was someone who lived in reality, someone who couldn’t always act with excessive virtue.

Many things had been made easier for him by Mi’er, but with just those thirty million dollars, he had already paid back more than enough.

“Owe her?

Chan, aren’t we all friends here?

Doesn’t that sound a bit harsh?”

Walking down the stairs, Cheng Daqi just sighed and didn’t respond to Lisa’s words.

He realized that the blond white girl’s character was twisted enough, probably even more twisted than his own.

“Hello, CEO Cheng, I am Zhong Ju.

Mr.

Sun has sent me to pick you up; he has already arranged the accommodations.”

You’ve come from afar, let me take you to rest there first, and in the evening, CEO Sun has also arranged a welcome banquet for you.”

Zhong Ju, one of Sun Brother’s most trusted people, is also an old acquaintance of Cheng Daqi.

However, CEO Cheng still pretended it was his first time meeting him and exchanged a few pleasantries with him.

“They seem to respect you a lot, is this your driver?”

Lisa, curious as a baby, seemed a bit overwhelmed by her first visit to Hua Country.

“No, it’s arranged by my friend, we’ll go to the hotel first.”

“What’s that?

So many people are riding bicycles, their bicycles are even the same color, is there a cycling event happening?”

“No, what they’re riding are shared bicycles, it’s a special business model in Hua Country.”

“Hua Country’s special model?

Doesn’t America have it?”

“Well, would you dare to leave a bicycle outside even for one night?”

“….”

“Oh my God, that’s dangerous, that old man is hanged!

Chan, that old man is hanged!”

Cheng Daqi was startled by Lisa’s scream and hurriedly looked in the direction the blonde foreigner was pointing.

Then, he saw a bunch of idle old ladies and old men exercising on the street-side fitness equipment.

It’s just that a certain old man, trying to show off, went big, directly propping his chin on the rope, and exercised (showed off) in a hanged man’s pose.

“Relax, he’s just playing.” Cheng Daqi shook his head and sighed.

“No, he’s already dead, but those people seem very indifferent, Chan, we need to go over and check.”

What could Cheng Daqi do?

Lisa was the butler of MAS, and of course, he had to listen to her.

(Giving respect)

“Pull over to the side of the road, we’ll take a walk outside.”

Hearing the driver’s report on the intercom in the following car, Zhong Ju found it strange, but he still agreed.

Sun Dongxin had repeatedly emphasized to him that CEO Cheng was the most prestigious VIP.

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Jiang Hongyan is a kind-looking old lady, having been retired for almost ten years, and is exactly sixty-five years old this year.

However, in her youth, Jiang Hongyan was a well-known propaganda team member in the villages and towns around Mang Village of Lu Island, and later worked as a music teacher in an elementary school for decades.

Therefore, in terms of looks, she’s considered the ceiling among the little old ladies.

It’s just that Jiang Hongyan had had enough of men’s desire to perform in her lifetime, and Elder Li, to get her attention, started some attention-seeking antics again, which bothered her.

The old sisters surrounded her, chattering and urging her to pull Elder Li down—his act almost looked like hanging, which was terrifying.

“Hey, Hongyan, look, two foreigners are going over there, what are they looking for Elder Li for?” One of the old sisters noticed Cheng Daqi and Lisa.

Two tall foreigners, handsome man and beautiful woman, would catch anyone’s attention.

“Oh, have you heard?

My son told me, there’s a foreign news media called Bee-Beep-Beep, they specialize in finding our bad news to tarnish our reputation internationally,” an old lady said.

“Bee-Beep-Beep?

Isn’t that just farting?

Hahaha!”

“You folks with a retirement pension have such perspective, what foreign media, pah!

Does our reputation even need tarnishing?

My retirement pension is only two hundred yuan a month, didn’t all the decades of public grain contributions go to waste?”

Listening to the group of old ladies rattling on, Jiang Hongyan steadied herself and thought, we can’t let foreign media smear our country.

So, she quickly walked up behind Cheng Daqi and the others and called out,

“Hello!”

The old lady’s shout was so loud that it startled Cheng Daqi and Lisa.

Looking at the tense-looking Elder Jiang, Cheng Daqi and his companion were puzzled.

Just as Cheng Daqi was about to ask, Elder Jiang finally blurted out.

“Hans Apu!”

Shoot, that’s what my dad taught me to shout to foreign soldiers in North Korea, it’s not appropriate here!

She was pressed for time, really didn’t know any foreign language, so she blurted out that phrase.

Lisa, a bit nervous, raised her hands.

She didn’t understand what was happening, but she knew that sometimes one has to bow their head in a foreign land.

Cheng Daqi, on the other hand, was unfazed by the crisis.

He even took out his phone and took a selfie with Lisa.

In the photo, the blonde foreigner looked tense, hands held high, like a big, one-meter-seventy-something goof.