My American magical life
Chapter 368 - 368 29 Scald his hands then burn his mouth; make him toss and turn tonight

368: Chapter 29: Scald his hands, then burn his mouth; make him toss and turn tonight.

368: Chapter 29: Scald his hands, then burn his mouth; make him toss and turn tonight.

Cheng Daqi’s precursor was a poor kid brainwashed by the cultural shock of America, and when he spent all his savings to step foot on American soil, he died from a tremendous disillusionment and the gap between his ideals and reality.

Ai Guobei has now made a further move, contacting a gang leader who had dealings with Cheng Daqi’s former self, finding clues about Cheng’s illegal departure from the country.

Even CEO Cheng had to admit that Ai Guobei, as an old hand who had been playing the internet game for decades, did have some real skills.

This old dog has already made a public accusation on Weibo, claiming he was ‘chasing the remaining brave enemy down to the end’—Ai Guobei has been wandering the rivers and lakes for more than a decade, puncturing qigong masters, beating up ‘divine’ doctors, and stirring up a fuss; he was always well-known for it.

Even though the image of the speculator and the spiritually Americanized person is now universally known, he still manages to put on a face full of righteousness and effortlessly swindle those netizens unaware of the truth.

The most formidable thing about this man is that his bottom line is so flexible it leaves people stunned.

Thanks to this, he could play the clown for so long without any consequences.

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As CEO Cheng was pondering how to deal with the situation, Sun Dongxin’s call came through.

“CEO Cheng, did you have fun today?”

Sun Dongxin’s tone was sour.

It was the first time in the ten years since Dongxin Dance Troupe was established that everyone was poached away.

The very next day after the poaching, CEO Cheng took the employees he snatched away for a high-profile sea journey, and their short video went viral across the net.

Seeing the comments of netizens envying CEO Cheng’s life felt like a bitter pill for Sun Dongxin to swallow.

Although he was not the kind to show off his wealth flamboyantly, even could be considered low-profile, the feeling of seeing his prized talents being taken away to show off was very irritating.

“Brother Sun, I’m not playing around.

You have no idea how tired I was today; Shanhaiguan helped them set up accounts and launch videos within one day.

Brother Sun, as we’re speaking on the phone right now, the total increase in followers of the ten girls who came from Dongxin has passed the hundred thousand mark.”

The average netizen is just looking for some entertainment; they don’t realize that CEO Cheng is acting out a grand play for the sake of traffic.

Sun Dongxin also knew a bit about short videos; he was very aware of how valuable the data mentioned by Cheng Daqi was—a single day and CEO Cheng’s internet celebrities had skyrocketed in followers by the hundreds of thousands.

CEO Cheng, the master of short video traffic.

But Sun Dongxin didn’t know that Cheng Daqi had intentionally baited Ai Guobei.

He thought it was just good luck on CEO Cheng’s part.

On the other hand, Brother Sun was also constantly monitoring public opinion about CEO Cheng online.

When Ai Guobei further released the so-called clues about Cheng’s illegal departure from the country, Brother Sun felt he couldn’t drag it out any longer.

“CEO Cheng, you’re the professional when it comes to short videos, but have you thought of how to deal with this Ai Guobei matter?”

Sun Dongxin wasn’t clear on what exactly was going on with CEO Cheng, whether his departure from the country was legal or not, he didn’t understand; he wanted to wait for CEO Cheng to ask for help, then do him a solid favor.

However, CEO Cheng didn’t really care about Ai Guobei’s so-called clues about him.

The control over illegal departures is handled by the administrative system, and the specific enforcement has to come into effect when the illegal emigrant formally enters the country.

The complication of administrative regulations and their enforcement is always complex, and Ai Guobei’s so-called clues were just that—clues, for now, they couldn’t constitute direct evidence pointing to CEO Cheng’s illegal departure.

“He’s just a jumping clown, talking about illegal departure, illegal entry carrying viruses, sigh, I don’t even know how to deal with him.”

Regarding the matter about Ai Guobei, CEO Cheng didn’t want to involve Brother Sun’s help.

But having a frank conversation with Brother Sun was necessary—if something went wrong in the future, Brother Sun could provide a safety net.

CEO Cheng was always prepared with a Plan B when navigating through the circles.

“I asked you before about that story of yours, being a college dropout vagrant in America…

Come to my place, my driver knows the way.”

Sun Dongxin stopped mid-sentence, realizing it wasn’t convenient to discuss these matters over the phone.

His collaboration with CEO Cheng was close enough he suggested a meeting at his own place.

“Sure, I’ll head over once I drop Lisa off at Wuyuan Bay.”

After hanging up, Cheng Daqi sighed.

Another candid meeting with Brother Sun was approaching.

My own strength is still too weak.

If Shanhaiguan could become a company with an output value of tens of billions, this kind of trivial matter would be like the passing wind, having no effect at all.

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Saying it’s a home chat, but Brother Sun had too many of them.

In the end, the driver took CEO Cheng to one of Brother Sun’s mistresses’ houses.

This wasn’t too strange, really.

A Confucian businessman, after all, should have some beauties and confidantes, right?

And for middle-aged smooth players like them, bringing a friend over to a mistress’s house for talks was a sign of trust within their circle.

All in all, Brother Sun was indeed sincere; Dongxin Group, being a trading company, wasn’t lightly affected by the trade war.

CEO Cheng’s connections in America were indeed reliable, as Sun Dongxin had already witnessed.

After nodding to Brother Sun’s thirty-something mistress at the door, CEO Cheng followed the servant directly into Brother Sun’s study in that place.

But as soon as the door opened, Sun Dongxin cut to the chase with his question.

“Xiao Cheng, tell me the truth.

Was that story you told about being a college graduate who went vagrant in America made up, or is it real?”