My American magical life
Chapter 439 - 439 65 How much do you want to invest

439: Chapter 65 How much do you want to invest?

(10,000 done for the day!) 439: Chapter 65 How much do you want to invest?

(10,000 done for the day!) A second ago, Cheng Daqi was out partying with a blonde bombshell.

The next second, Temir was so angry she was throwing her phone downstairs in the office.

Although they never met, CEO Cheng’s maneuver struck Mi’er with a brutal blow from across several mountains.

Don’t love, for unrequited love can break one’s heart.

Even the strongest person, if they can’t control their heart, can only be a pitiful, laughable, lamentable JOKER in the game of emotions.

On careful thought, the black-haired rich widow resembled a lonely, resentful woman whose husband had gone out fishing.

However, CEO Cheng had no relationship beyond friendship with her, so he had no reason to cater to the black-haired rich widow’s every mood.

“Why are you looking at me?”

Temir’s gaze was so strange, laden with a melancholy tenderness that no one could withstand, making CEO Cheng think he had gotten grease on his face while fixing the car.

Using his phone screen as a mirror, Cheng Daqi was sure there was nothing on his face, he was simply as handsome as ever.

The black-haired rich widow wanted to lash out with a sharp critique at CEO Cheng, but she held back in the end.

Yes, she really had no right or position to do so.

“You’ve lost weight, have you been too busy in Hua Country, not sleeping well at night?”

Well, she was still trying to be passive-aggressive, but the softness of her approach was groundbreaking.

Today, the girl wore a light green dress with an irregular square neckline, with a shirt dress over it that highlighted her team leader’s temperament, while the underlayer of white gauze added a rare touch of freshness to Temir.

There was a hint of innocence in her maturity, and her carefully applied no-makeup makeup made her scarce maturity vibrant.

The black-haired rich widow knew that Cheng Daqi would return today, so she dressed up for the occasion.

And because she was expectant, seeing CEO Cheng preparing surprises for Lisa and taking her for drives made her angry.

“About time, MAS is over, and I have to disband.

Alas, here I am, just got back and already came to report to you,” Cheng Daqi sighed.

Sticking to the facts, CEO Cheng wasn’t wrong at all, it was completely true.

But…

Do you have the nerve to say you came to me as soon as you got back?

Temir felt her blood pressure rise, struggling to produce a smile that could just manage to be considered proper, and asked.

“Have you run into any trouble?”

“No money, I’m broke.”

Cheng Daqi shook his head, complained with great animation, first adeptly playing the pity card, then ready to discuss his specific grievances and thoughts.

Unfortunately, it seemed like he wasn’t going to get the chance to explain.

“You had money when you bought Lisa the Maserati, you had money when you were paying those female employees of yours in Hua Country, and you had money when you made four short video accounts for your beloved little Zhao.

Chan, you’re really something, how lucky I am to have a friend like you.

You think of me every time you run out of money, does that mean I’m important to you?”

No more tolerance for the intolerable!

The black-haired rich widow chose to passionately rant!

Sister knows smearing it out will make her look very JOKER!

But she really couldn’t bear it!

Temir’s chest was ablaze with anger, the composition of which was quite complex.

It contained the frustration she had endured for two weeks and the fury stoked by Cheng Daqi’s differential treatment today, all of which erupted at that moment.

Seeing the girl’s barely concealed fury, CEO Cheng raised an eyebrow.

“I’m not asking you for money, just chatting, you misunderstood.”

What a face?

Mi’er, don’t act like I owe you something, OK?

Is Cheng Daqi a jerk?

He seems like one, but he really owes Temir nothing; she’s been good to him, but he’s always kept her in his heart.

Whether it was taking down Gru for her, setting her OC up with the potential to break through the industry’s ceiling, he actually did very well, really well.

Even in the black-haired rich widow’s dealings with identity businesses, they were partners, with Temir using this venture to strike a deal with Niu Sen’s cousin—she earned a lot, both money and connections.

Even coming back from Hua Country, Cheng Daqi had prepared a big gift for Temir.

CEO Cheng was really considerate, but there was always this air about Mi’er of ‘I’m awesome, I helped you a lot, so you should be grateful’.

That arrogance of America’s top elites!

She was arrogant with Lisa, and arrogant with CEO Cheng too.

She discriminated against everyone equally, and even if it was subtle, it was there.

Just like what she had just said, in her mind, everything CEO Cheng did seemed like he was living off her generosity.

She used to think this way too, which is why she made so many mistakes.

But after so many times, she just couldn’t completely let go of this arrogance, which had become her weakness.

“Lisa said you have a gift for me, what is it?”

The black-haired rich widow just wanted this man to leave, yes, at least she didn’t want to see this damned man anymore today.

“Shanhaiguan has secured a hefty investment and is currently expanding aggressively.

Have you thought about introducing OC perfume into the Hua Country market?”

Cheng Daqi was happy to talk about work with Temir, when it came to work, she was just like any other normal person.

CEO Cheng thought this way was incredibly insulting, but he couldn’t outright say it; he just had to chastise himself severely inside.

“Your idea is that Shanhaiguan could promote OC, but what about the costs?

I’m not optimistic about the consumer level in Hua Country; it isn’t a market suited for OC.”

Perfume is suited for whiter-skinned people with a stronger body odor; for them, it’s almost a necessity, but the majority population of Hua Country doesn’t have a widespread body odor issue.