My American magical life
Chapter 344 - 344 18 CEO Cheng chuckles as he sets up employees Brother Sun steps in with talent!

344: Chapter 18 CEO Cheng chuckles as he sets up employees, Brother Sun steps in with talent!

344: Chapter 18 CEO Cheng chuckles as he sets up employees, Brother Sun steps in with talent!

The so-called pretentious cultivation of arts and culture has always been a particular fancy of certain groups, especially among a certain group of middle-aged men.

Some people struggle for half a lifetime, earn enough money, see their wives’ faces get old, and then their hearts start to flutter.

The normal ones get themselves a mistress or a few lovers, the less normal ones go for a bunch—the most abnormal are those who remain steadfastly respectful to their wives, like guests.

It’s quite absurd, a pity, really, because absurd literature is actually a kind of alternative journalism.

Sun Dongxin’s clientele basically follows a normal distribution; most are very normal, so Sun Ge has prepared some small programs for his clients.

“Hmm, is it raining?” the blonde foreigner reached out, and the water droplets slid off her hand.

“Let’s go inside first, Lisa,” Cheng Daqi sighed inwardly, not saying much else.

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Dinghu Residence is not open to the public, and the real restaurant is just one, with average decoration, or you could even say it’s simple.

At first, it still had the air of a rural entrepreneur’s success, but Sun Ge’s iterations were fast, evolving into its current form in just a few years.

Compared to the ostentatious style of rural entrepreneurs, the antique Chinese decoration clearly had more appeal, but the most impressive aspect was the tables and chairs in the restaurant.

In many online novels, phoebe nanmu is used as a tool for protagonists to show off.

Stories like the protagonist picking up a bargain of old phoebe nanmu items sound rather unreliable.

But all the dining tables and chairs in Dinghu Residence are made of phoebe nanmu—or so Cheng Daqi knew, Sun Ge’s phoebe nanmu was of the well-painted kind.

It’s not that the real thing was unaffordable, but that the fakes offered more value for money.

Sun Dongxin’s life philosophy is quite interesting, just as Cheng Daqi was determined to gift Gru’s wife a huge fake diamond.

As long as the strength is there, even the fake can be taken as real.

Seeing CEO Cheng come in with Lisa, Sun Dongxin got up to greet him with a smile.

Gripping Cheng Daqi’s hand firmly, the founder of Dongxin Group spoke enthusiastically.

“CEO Cheng, the place I’ve set up for you is a bit simple, nothing like your mansion in America.

I hope you don’t mind.”

Little Deng, how about it, am I not wildly extravagant?

Seemingly self-critical, actually showing off, Sun Ge was quite startled by Cheng Daqi’s extravagance, so when Cheng Daqi arrived, he arranged for his most luxurious villa to be temporarily at CEO Cheng’s disposal.

His subtle showing-off was right on the mark, and CEO Cheng, who is renowned as Germanic grown in Hua Country, Sun Ge believed, would understand the sentiment.

“You’re too kind.

This is Lisa, whom you’ve already met.

She’s now the Vice President of MAS, and I’ve brought her to Hua Country to study the Shanhaiguan model.”

Sun Dongxin smiled and nodded at the blonde foreigner; they had both been interviewers together previously.

“I’m relieved to have you back, CEO Cheng.

Stay a bit longer this time, let me show you the charm of southern Fujian.”

“Hahaha, this trip is mainly for work.

Shanhaiguan raised a substantial amount this time, but how to spend that money wisely is the problem.

I grew up in southern Fujian too, so after we’ve sorted out Shanhaiguan’s operational system and business model, there will be plenty of time to experience the local flavor.”

CEO Cheng was making his position clear.

My purpose in returning is for work, the focus of which is to get the company organized, and to spend the money raised from you effectively.

Last time, Sun Dongxin had some goods held up by customs in America, and it was Cheng Daqi who quickly sorted it out for Dongxin.

Therefore, Sun Dongxin was very enthusiastic in his treatment of CEO Cheng.

But while Sun Ge had big plans, Cheng Daqi couldn’t be complacent.

Sun Ge arranged cars, rooms, and later possibly even girls—all within Sun Ge’s scale of grandeur.

If Cheng Daqi took all this for granted…

Thus, his second statement that evening was to affirm his stance—quickly, decisively, clearly—to ensure Sun Dongxin saw his attitude.

Nodding in satisfaction, Sun Dongxin said,

“Xiao Cheng, sit beside me today; let’s have a heart-to-heart.

After investing in Shanhaiguan, I took a good look at MCN and the role of short videos; there are many issues I’d like to consult you about.”

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“Sun Ge, this is Xiao Cao, Cao Yueyue, considered the top employee of Shanhaiguan.

Xiao Cao, Sun Dongxin, Sun Ge, you should already know each other, right?”

With Cheng Daqi’s introduction, the two greeted each other again, and Xiao Cao was so nervous she wished she could burrow into a hole.

Family, who understands.

She graduated from junior college just half a year ago, and here her boss was taking her to dine at a place that was so high-end it terrified her, meeting people whose fortunes exceeded tens of billions.

“CEO Cheng, is there anything special about her?

I heard from Xiao Yang that you have high hopes for her?”

Sitting next to Cheng Daqi, Sun Dongxin asked softly.

Cheng Daqi smiled at Sun Dongxin but instead asked Cao Yueyue directly,

“Haha, Xiao Cao, Sun Ge is asking me why I rate you so highly.

Do you think you have any advantages?”

Cao Yueyue: ???

You two big bosses are having a grand time chatting, but I’m not having fun.

She wanted to die.

CEO Cheng, honestly, I don’t think I have any strengths.

CEO Cheng, I’m just an ordinary person, and it’s my good fortune to be valued by you.

I’ll fire wherever you point!

CEO Cheng, could it be you have poor vision?

I only graduated from junior college.

All kinds of complicated thoughts rose and fell in her head, and after being dumbfounded for a full two seconds, Xiao Cao realized she couldn’t stall any longer.

In this situation, if she caused an awkward silence, it wouldn’t just be a lack of respect for CEO Cheng but also Sun Dongxin—though she was actually overthinking it.

“CEO Cheng, I don’t need overtime pay when I work late.”