My American magical life
Chapter 421 - 421 55 Cheng Daqi

421: Chapter 55 “Cheng Daqi?

We should show him a little respect, hahaha 421: Chapter 55 “Cheng Daqi?

We should show him a little respect, hahaha ‘What’s so interesting about online recruitment?

There are plenty of recruitment shows, haha, my rating: rubbish.’

‘When are you sending out red packets?

I want to top up a big monthly card.’

‘Is that woman next to Sun Dongxin his mistress?

Life is good for the big shots.’

Looking at the comments on the barrage, Brother Sun felt a bit dizzy, too many and too fast.

“Xiao Cheng, can we get these chatterboxes to shut up?” Sun Dongxin was scared.

“No big deal, it’s about to start.

Don’t mind the barrage.

Just play it cool like we rehearsed this morning.”

Cheng Daqi was somewhat irritated because tonight’s progress was a bit off track; it was already past seven forty, yet the interview had not started.

He was worried that the live stream might drag on late, signifying failure.

The big screen in front of him went black for a moment, then the upper torso of the first candidate appeared, with the original barrage moving to the side screen.

Seeing that he had successfully connected with Cheng Daqi, the interviewee exclaimed excitedly.

“CEO Cheng, my name is Le Texi.

I’m your fan!”

With a hint of Henan accent, ‘fan’ turned into a second tone, which made the candidate’s statement sound somewhat comedic,

‘Wow, heavyweight!

I take back my disrespectful remarks about this live, the first one out is such a heavyweight, CEO Cheng, I’m impressed!’

‘Is this an act?

Is that little mustache he’s wearing fake?’

‘Won’t the platform do something?

This is obviously an imitation of a certain unspeakable figure, isn’t that inappropriate?’

The elements combined: a small mustache and Le Texi—it’s implicit what’s being suggested here, no need to explain further, everyone understands.

Both Sun Dongxin and Xiao Zhao were shocked; it hadn’t occurred to them that such a heavyweight figure would appear tonight.

The audience noticed Sun Dongxin’s cracking composure and realized this might truly be an accident.

“Le Texi, I see you’ve come to interview for the COO position, how did our HR department let you through the preliminary selection?

Can you answer that for me?” Cheng Daqi asked sternly.

This seriousness was genuine; after all, this guy was tonight’s NO.1, the first to enter the scene, but he gave everyone an unexpected sneak attack.

He wasn’t part of a script, nor an actor, but a truly abnormal lunatic who had emerged from the preliminary selection—now a live broadcasting accident, far beyond the kind of incident the HR department would dare to handle.

This was no simple matter!

“CEO Cheng, I actually want to be an internet celebrity.

I’m a mix of Maozi and Uyghur, but I look like little mustache, which I guess is a gift.

So, I just performed normally during the preliminary selection, and now I want to show my real talent!”

His argument was logical and convincing.

He wanted to be a special-type internet celebrity, an idealist indeed.

‘I’m stunned.

Did CEO Cheng expect the HR department to pull off such a big stunt?

Could this live room get shut down?’

‘He’s obviously calling them out.

Le Texi’s name might be fake.

He fooled the preliminary selection in Shanhaiguan, and now he’s blown up in the live broadcast.

The HR folks at Shanhaiguan are going to be in big trouble.’

‘I love it.

I love the mad stuff.

The world is so crazy, only the madness of art can make my blood surge.’

Xiao Zhao was the first to realize that they should contain the risk.

She was a practical person by nature.

“Director, cut it off!”

“Wait!”

“Hold on!”

The first to speak was Sun Dongxin, followed by Cheng Daqi.

“We must clarify this matter.

Cutting off abruptly will affect our event at Shanhaiguan!”

Sun Dongxin was level-headed and approached matters with a bigger picture in mind, practicality, and consideration for the overall situation.

Temporarily cutting off was a good method, but such immediate action would leave things muddled as if dirt fell into the crotch—not shit but might as well be.

CEO Cheng nodded repeatedly at Sun Dongxin’s words—he had actually thought of even more.

“Don’t cut it yet.

Let me ask a few questions.

This…never mind, I want to ask, your name isn’t really Le Texi, is it?”

Cheng Daqi’s question was odd because his resume clearly indicated that the man didn’t go by Le Texi.

Xiao Zhao and Old Sun were smart, they realized CEO Cheng was going to make a move.

Xiao Zhao knew how tricky Cheng Daqi could be.

He enjoyed dancing in the dark and was an artist on the wire.

Despite this, she was still worried, concerned the live broadcast would be ruined because of this person.

Sun Dongxin, however, was relatively calm.

When he decided to step onto this stage, he knew he would face many controversial topics; he might become the topic himself or just a participant.

It was just a small ripple.

He could handle it!

“Well, CEO Cheng, I do my own little business, but I enjoy performing.

I have an idea.

Shanhaiguan could form a World War II group.

I could play little mustache, and we could find a few other distinctive people.

We could perform World War II stuff online every day.

My appearance is not out of any malice towards Shanhaiguan’s live broadcast tonight, but I wanted to showcase my talents.” Seizing the opportunity, Le Texi explained at a rapid pace.

Isn’t everyone a boy with dreams?

Le Texi was obviously well-prepared.

The world is never short of clever people.

He had ideas, talent, and the courage to act first.

‘You’re a genius, aren’t you?

What’s next, inviting the Allied Supreme Commander Old Mac over?’