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Chapter 447 - 447 68 The Magnificent Magical Fairy Tale World Outside the Window

447: Chapter 68 The Magnificent Magical Fairy Tale World Outside the Window 447: Chapter 68 The Magnificent Magical Fairy Tale World Outside the Window Boris Pasternak’s “Doctor Zhivago” is a very interesting book.

Setting aside its uniqueness, there’s a certain prescriptive description in it that seems to perfectly fit Ai Guobei’s situation.

“In the presence of Big Brother, there are only two types of people who constantly talk about patriotism: one is the shameless swindler, and the other is the overly excited fool.

These two types are a perfect match: the former reaps, the latter sacrifices.”

For decades, Ai Guobei was a staunch gun advocate and a qualified chamber pot.

As the ceiling among speculators, he stood tall in the chaotic rapids at the forefront of Hua Country’s public opinion for years.

But from today, from the moment he fled to America to avoid the judicial trial in Hua Country, everything was different.

“CEO Cheng, no, CEO Cheng, let me return to my country.

I am willing to go to jail, willing to compensate and apologize.

Please.”

Ai Guobei was too smart; he knew that CEO Cheng’s treatment of him today was designed to coerce him into action.

Using cruel means to destroy him, threatening him with the safety of his family, all suggested that Cheng Daqi’s goal was extraordinary.

Having already experienced the terror and depth of Cheng Daqi, but seeing such a man still place such importance on a goal only suggested one thing—it was going to be dangerous and tough to win.

As a speculator who lived off public opinion, Ai Guobei had mingled for so many years, he was highly sensitive to danger.

In the future where Cheng Daqi did not resurrect, when Leviathan bared its fangs at him, Ai Guobei would immediately pucker up—he was too sharp.

“Old Ai, do I need to explain things even more clearly?

Either die or go bite Accountant Jia; you can’t escape.”

In some sense, the current situation was also one he had chosen step by step.

Cheng Daqi was truly becoming impatient; it was the tension one feels when something just begins, when everything is uncontrollable, and the outcome is still undecided.

Yes, CEO Cheng was nervous too.

That was the former god of internet traffic.

If this hunt succeeded, his gains would be huge, but the difficulty would also be immense.

Understanding that as prey, he had no right to bargain, Ai Guobei wiped away his tears and said through gritted teeth.

“CEO Cheng, how should I bite him?”

“Bite with your life, start making noise, and focus on his past scandals.

You have the position, the clout, and he has plenty of weaknesses.

Old Ai, I’m looking forward to your performance.”

Cheng Daqi stood up and handed Ai Guobei a cigarette.

The middle-aged man, who had just been tormented to the point of wishing for death, trembled as he watched Cheng Daqi standing before him and fumbled to put the cigarette in his mouth.

“Snap!”

Cheng Daqi pulled him up and smiled as he lit his cigarette.

It seemed that being treated with such respect by CEO Cheng, Ai Guobei’s beating had not been in vain.

“From now on, we’re all on the same side, Old Ai, don’t do anything foolish.

My goal is simple, just money.

But if you delay my earnings…”

“CEO Cheng, I can give you all my money, please let me off.”

Ahh, Ai Guobei, he really had an unusually strong will to survive.

“How much could you have?

Not even enough to plug a tooth gap.

Stop bargaining with me; my patience for you is very limited.”

Cheng Daqi’s tone was extremely pleasant, as if he were chatting with Lisa or Mi’er.

“I consider you a friend, but you’re always trying to back out.

Don’t you consider me a friend, eh?”

At the last word, CEO Cheng’s voice suddenly grew louder, causing Ai Guobei to flinch.

“No!

Not at all!

I mean, we’re friends, we are friends!

CEO Cheng, I’ll start denouncing Accountant Jia as soon as I get back, I’ll bite him to death!”

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Hunting is a highly technical matter.

Advance scouting is necessary, and for clever prey, a bit of bait needs to be spread appropriately to relax their guard.

After fleeing to America, Accountant Jia was actually in an awkward limbo; he had a lot of money but was unwilling to spend a cent of it on his own company.

More often, he preferred to spend his money socializing with some dignitaries, a self-defense measure as a person out of his homeland.

He knew some congressmen and had even sponsored both parties’ subcommittees in California to get familiarized.

In CEO Cheng’s view, Accountant Jia was much like a turtle shell—withdrawn, rarely appearing in public.

For a hunt, if the prey doesn’t show itself, it can’t be captured.

This was a tricky problem.

Yes, Cheng Daqi could borrow some strength, like using America’s thunder to strike dead this old turtle, but the more people involved, the less CEO Cheng would get afterwards.

Hunting isn’t like running a company; it’s a one-time deal, with no talk of long-term benefits.

Gru, Temir, Wolf—these people were capable of helping him hunt, but they would take a big cut, which wasn’t a good option.

So, CEO Cheng chose Ai Guobei, the old dog, to stir the waters first.

Yes, muddy the waters.

Once things are in chaos, CEO Cheng could find Accountant Jia’s weaknesses.

Old Ai had been around for so many years, and though he hadn’t achieved anything golden, his capacity for crap was indeed not low, resembling a stinking chess piece.

Throwing this piece at Accountant Jia would force Elder Jia to move.

As for what would happen after the move?

It didn’t matter; if it went well, Ai Guobei could be discarded, and if it failed, let him continue to stir.

To put it plainly, CEO Cheng hadn’t even baited the hook yet; he just sent Ai Guobei into the woods to check on the prey’s status.

For this matter, CEO Cheng had ample patience.

He wanted a kill that was fatal and would leave him oil-lipped, stepping on Accountant Jia’s spine on his climb up.