My American magical life
Chapter 412 - 412 51 We are certainly a couple!

412: Chapter 51 We are certainly a couple!

_2 412: Chapter 51 We are certainly a couple!

_2 Even someone as strong as Cheng Daqi has weaknesses.

Yes, nobody is omniscient and omnipotent; people in reality always have weaknesses.

“If a tiger is approaching, would you not run away and instead choose to fight it?”

CEO Cheng lit a cigarette and tried to offer one to Xiao Cheng.

Sister, that’s enough, don’t torment me, I shouldn’t have bared my heart and talked so much with you.

You’re trying to shut me up, huh?

Zhao Hongjin slapped away CEO Cheng’s hand and replied to him earnestly.

“We have to analyze specific issues specifically.

First, tell me what breed the tiger is, how much it weighs, and besides that, whether I have a weapon in my hand.

If it’s a small Sumatran tiger, weighing only one hundred kilograms, and I have a handy weapon, then I might indeed choose to fight it.”

Xiao Cheng understood humor well; CEO Cheng was amused by her.

“You’re talking about fighting a tiger when you can’t even beat a wild pig.”

“Don’t change the subject.

Can you answer like a man?”

Zhao Hongjin’s straightforwardness was indeed strong, mercilessly stripping bare CEO Cheng’s fig leaf.

Cheng Daqi’s spiritual world was sick; she had seen it, so she couldn’t just ignore it.

“If our ideals are merely a Utopia, an unreachable dream, then what should we do?”

Cheng Daqi’s question was quite powerful, leaving Zhao Hongjin speechless.

His train of thought was incredibly erratic, leaping dozens of meters at a time.

From not letting go of Ai Guobei to justice of the means versus justice of the ends, from contemplation of the ‘id’ and ‘ego’ to the frustration of not fully understanding oneself, from several attempts to escape to directly discussing that possibly unachievable Utopia.

Such exaggerated leaps in topic are not suitable for normal conversation; not everyone is as smart and sympathetic as Zhao Hongjin.

Mi’er is smart enough, but she’s a top-notch American elite; she is destined to not understand Cheng Daqi’s ‘absurd’ ideas.

“How should a ship sail if it’s lost its destination?”

Seeing that Zhao Hongjin couldn’t come up with an answer, CEO Cheng added a remark; it was his true feeling about his own state.

His yearned-for world might not exist, so he chose to escape, to stay in America.

If the shore of ideals is unreachable, then just do something trivial within the realm of possibility.

“Daqi, we’re both half-drunk tonight, and this question is hard for me to answer too.”

The girl with the peach blossom eyes seemed a bit downcast; after all, she was only nineteen and wanted to help her friend more but felt helpless.

“I have a very desperate realization, and you might be the first to hear it.”

Red light, the car stopped.

“Our world is a dream, and our existence is a representation of that dream.

I hope that at some moment I will wake up and see my child at my bedside, shaking my arm and saying, ‘Daddy, I am hungry.’

Too desperate.

Zhao Hongjin was very empathetic—a person with cognitive recognition is always empathetic—if a smart person pretends they don’t understand a question, don’t doubt it, they are feigning ignorance.

“So, do you pray that the net of heaven will let you wake up soon, or let you continue to indulge in this dream?”

Zhao Hongjin’s answer was romantic but also cruel—waking up from the dream might lead to even deeper levels of pain; perhaps continuing the dream is the ‘correct’ answer.

This presupposes that the controller of the dream has absolute power, leaving Cheng Daqi at their mercy.

“I don’t know, haha, we’ve said a lot of ‘I don’t know’ tonight, so does that mean we are approaching the cave’s mouth?” CEO Cheng thought of Plato’s allegory of the realm of forms.

“But I understand you; I comprehend the shadows outside the firelight that you see, it’s just that I can’t give a good answer—I hope my answer can help you alleviate your troubles, Daqi, but I also realize that I am just a clumsy person myself, what right do I have to give you answers?”

Silence, silence was the theme of the night.

“Yes, why should I presumptuously think that you can give me answers, after all, one must save oneself.

I am very busy now, you know that I have been working all the time, working incessantly, being busy allows me to forget to think.”

Feeling that his words sounded too self-pitying, Cheng Daqi quickly added.

“These are words I can only say to you, not suitable for others, so it’s a bit like dumping out stored-up emotional trash, I apologize.”

Zhao Hongjin shook her head, turning her face towards the side near the car window, and replied softly.

“I have many troubles too, lots and lots, everyone is the same.”

CEO Cheng became interested and asked.

“Pick one and talk about it—who knows, maybe I could help you find a way out of your troubles.”

“Forget it, we’re all people drowning in water, idealists are tormented and struggling against the assaults of capital.

The more awake you are, the more you suffer, the harder you struggle, and the force you exert is mutual.”

Zhao Hongjin had seen countless stirring phrases and stories, but people still have to live in reality.

It was just as Cheng Daqi had said—the effectiveness of methodologies and their feeble power in self-relief coexist.

“You weren’t like this before.

Maybe it’s the exhaustion from the long trip today, and perhaps my negativity has influenced you a bit, that’s why you’re so pessimistic.”

CEO Cheng truly felt a bit ashamed; his negative emotions were too much and had affected his friend.

“How could I blame you?

It was me who insisted on asking.”

In her interactions with Cheng Daqi, Zhao Hongjin repeatedly recognized her own weaknesses, yet she believed she had gained a lot.

Zhao Hongjin was right, actually everyone finds themselves stuck in their own predicaments at some point, then they struggle, and whether or not they can get out only depends on themselves.

Regarding this, Cheng Daqi was powerless.

The light turned green, and the car started.

CEO Cheng floored the accelerator, the thrust somewhat heady, both his and Zhao Hongjin’s bodies were suddenly pressed against the seat backs.

This was Cheng Daqi’s lowest-cost way of venting, as if he poured all his emotions into this one press of the pedal.

Run, run, run free, run hard, break out, go to the place you want to be.

But, the car ultimately must return to the right path, even the most runaway power is bound by the realities of traffic laws.

The engine struggled, roared, tremored, and then had to succumb to quietness and obedience—just like its owner.

The ambient light inside the car shone on Cheng Daqi’s face, Zhao Hongjin understood the torment of the driver, Xiao Cheng.

“Daqi, where’s a milk tea shop nearby?

I want something sweet, it’s too bitter.”

“You navigate, find a Luckin, I want an iced Americano, to get ready to continue the MAS meeting when we get back.”

Are you going to numb yourself again?

Zhao Hongjin sighed and started directing CEO Cheng.

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“Sis, I understand Chinese.

Isn’t this Shanghai Auntie?

What, Luckin is our auntie’s nickname?”

“I want to drink it.

To help you with the livestream, I specifically took a week off.

Won’t you even treat me to a Yang Zhi Gan Lu?”

“Okay then, I’ll also have a Yang Zhi Gan Lu, crushed ice with one-third sugar.”

The lady clerk, seeing CEO Cheng and Ah Zhao were a man and a woman, enthusiastically said.

“Tonight is the Singles’ Day festival, the second cup is free for couples!

Are you two a couple?”

CEO Cheng was about to explain when Zhao Hongjin quickly spoke up.

“Of course!

Two cups of Yang Zhi Gan Lu, both with one-third sugar and crushed ice, one without any pearls.”

After speaking, Ah Zhao turned her head towards CEO Cheng and winked cleverly, hinting that they must take advantage of this deal.

Cheng Daqi then asked.

“Only couples can get one cup free, but today is Singles’ Day, isn’t this discrimination against singles?”

“Sir, of course not.

As long as you say you are a couple, even two men, we give the discount.

Shanghai Auntie wishes all lovers will eventually get married!”

Okay, very hip, at the forefront of the times, a Hua Country brand actually having the ideology of American service.

“Here, this one’s without pearls, don’t mix them up.”

Taking the Yang Zhi Gan Lu from the lady clerk, CEO Cheng handed Ah Zhao her cup and pulled a chair at a table outside the store to sit down.

“Mmm, the old-fashioned Northeast spicy hot pot is delicious, Yang Zhi Gan Lu is tasty, today is so fun, haha.”

Ah Zhao took a big sip of the crushed ice drink and felt instantly refreshed.

“So, maybe hitting up the dock for some fries is actually the final answer, right?”

The story’s paper airplane flew back to where it started, Cheng Daqi had already solved this difficult question early on.

“No, hitting up the dock for some Yang Zhi Gan Lu, spicy hot pot, pancake fruit rolls, sticky rice dumplings, brown sugar ice powder—basically, a lot of things is the answer!”

Ah Zhao happily rattled off a mouthful.

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