My American magical life
Chapter 463 - 463 71 Even the Worst Collaboration is Better than Confrontation_4

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“Just wait and see.

I’m planning to set up a game before Christmas to discuss the hunting matter.

Do you have any good places to recommend?”

After the wedding ceremony was completely over, Gru walked around with his beloved wife, greeting the attendees, who all struggled to hide their discomfort.

“First things first, let’s secure the financing.

How much do you want to value it at?”

Temir had a clear train of thought, and CEO Cheng was obviously going to become a valuable aide to her, so she took even greater interest in his affairs.

“One hundred million will do.

Raising just twenty million should be about right.”

Cheng Daqi nearly made Temir spit out her drink.

He really had some nerve asking for that much.

“Honey, I’m fine with that price, but what about the others?

And if you set it so high, Lisa will…”

Right, Temir stopped talking when she got to Lisa; that girl’s ulterior motives were too obvious.

CEO Cheng looked at her with disapproval.

“Give her some special options.

Miss Temir, as a shareholder, you wouldn’t object, right?”

Temir replied through gritted teeth, as if Cheng Daqi was rubbing it in her face.

“I do object.

She’s not capable enough!”

CEO Cheng laughed.

“I’m the major shareholder, and I think she’s capable.

If you object, you can call a shareholders’ meeting.

Any more objections?”

Temir had no more objections after downing another bitter drink.

With a jerk, big objections are useless!

“But can you find any other fool willing to value you at one hundred million?”

“Easy.

You need to have confidence in me.

You and I can put in five hundred each, and the remaining ten million will be easy to handle.”

If he couldn’t find investors, Cheng Daqi didn’t see any difficulty in funding it himself.

Temir shook her head, believing CEO Cheng’s idea of valuing it at one hundred million was too far-fetched, but she had this inexplicable confidence in the jerk.

“Who’s your prey?”

“A real con artist, one with more than a billion in cash.”

Temir was shocked by Accountant Jia’s wealth.

“Can it be done?”

“Look, with him in the picture, it actually has a chance of being pulled off cleanly.

Eris takes a bite, he’s the safety net, and you, I, and Niu Sen feast on the meat.

With the resources of a big con artist, we can start a new game, and the subsequent returns will keep coming.”

CEO Cheng said looking at Gru coming towards them; of course, Gru couldn’t hear him, only Mi’er could hear clearly.

“Let’s get the mas financing sorted first.

I suggest you set a lower target, something more realistic.”

Temir replied curtly.

By then, Gru and his wife had already approached them.

“Chan, Temir, this is…”

Gru’s wife was a transgender person, but that didn’t bother Gru in the slightest; the couple walked hand in hand, showing affection as they greeted Cheng and Mi’er.

After they had left, Mi’er’s embarrassed toes finally relaxed.

“They’ve only known each other for a week and a half and they’re married, Chan, when will we get married?”

For Mi’er, such sharp words were nothing but teasing a good young man.

“Next life.

Crusoe is coming over, and he might have designs on me.”

Cheng Daqi answered calmly.

“Oh?

Are you planning to become your friend Domo’s stepmom?”

“…”

“Hahaha, why aren’t you talking?”

Seeing Cheng Daqi’s face turn a complete new shade, Mi’er laughed boisterously.

“I want to attack you, but my kind and gentle soul is stopping me.”

CEO Cheng’s level of composure was such that he could maintain his calm even when faced with an outright provocation; that was the measure of his depth.

“Maybe we can pull some investment from him, what do you think?”

Cheng Daqi shook his head and smiled as he explained to Mi’er—such a conversational state looked to the approaching Crusoe as if it was a chat between friends.

“You think he’s the prey, but in his eyes, perhaps we are the prey.”

Temir’s pupils constricted slightly as she scoffed with a smile.

“Wolf, you say he’s tough, and now a Crusoe pops up, and you say he’s tough again, Chan, don’t you think you’re a bit too jumpy?”

“Aren’t you tough?

Isn’t Gru tough?

Even Eris is decent.

You should trust my judgement.

I have a strong dislike for stupidity, and I can spot a fool right away.”

Temir fell silent because Mr.

Crusoe had already approached them.

“Chan, is this beautiful lady your girlfriend?”

Temir gave Cheng Daqi a mocking look.

She was happy to be called Cheng Daqi’s girlfriend.

But Crusoe’s words exposed his ignorance, proving that CEO Cheng’s high regard was a misunderstanding, which made her even happier.

Just a nouveau-riche, Chan, you have misread this time.

“Mr.

Crusoe, Ms.

Temir is the heiress of the Caramakris family, I’m not worthy of her, don’t joke about it.”

It seemed like an explanation, but it was actually putting pressure on Crusoe through Temir’s status.

Reminded by Mi’er, CEO Cheng realized that Crusoe might become a potential mas investor, so his response was quite clever.

Of course, Crusoe knew Temir, but he wasn’t sure about the relationship between CEO Cheng and Temir.

They stood together and chatted for a long time, seeming close, so Crusoe pretended to probe rashly.

The three of them had hundreds of layers of details in their hearts, yet the surface conversation was oh-so candid.

“Hahaha, I was confused.

Ms.

Temir, hello, Rick Crusoe, it’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Crusoe had just greeted them when Geweil Niusen arrived belatedly.

Niu Sen’s cousin was the complete opposite of Niu Sen in appearance—short, fat, and sleazy-faced, clearly a dark-minded creep.

But he had a good brother and a powerful family, so in California, everyone had to give him some face—mainly for Niu Sen’s sake.

(Except for the top-tier big shots)

“Mi’er, Rick, haha, I didn’t expect you’d know each other.

Gru’s wedding really brought in a lot of people today.”

Geweil Niusen’s brain wasn’t great; he tried to say something funny and charming but failed, only leaving a weird and ambiguous fart.

“Mr.

Geweil, this is Chan, my partner and also Gru’s friend.

He’s been wanting to meet you.”

Temir was quite adept at dealing with morons, naturally introducing CEO Cheng.

“I just love making friends, Chan, just call me Geweil.”

The chubby Geweil was very obliging to Temir, extending that greasy hand, and CEO Cheng quickly bent over and took it with both hands, excitedly saying,

“Mr.

Geweil, it’s an honor to meet such a character as you.”

Cheng Daqi—Master of Flattery, transform!

“Hahaha, you’re a great guy, you can come to my ranch sometime.

Rick, what were you all chatting about?

I hope I didn’t interrupt.”

Rick Crusoe definitely wouldn’t say he was interrupted, but he was one of the California local tycoons, quite a figure, so he wouldn’t fawn like CEO Cheng—of course, he understood the climbing aspirations of a young man like CEO Cheng.

“I just came over, Geweil.

Can I ask about that sanctuary bill your brother recently proposed?

If homeless people move into the houses I built, I can’t drive them out, so how can I make money?”

Wow, there it is, the roar of a dragon, going head-to-head with the Governor’s brother.

Rick Crusoe had the clout.

“I don’t understand politics, Rick, you’ve got the wrong guy.

I just do business.

Of course, if you can’t sell your houses, I can buy them for a low price, which might help you recover some losses.”

Geweil might not be the brightest, but that doesn’t mean he’s hopelessly stupid; his response was quite interesting with barbs tucked in.

“The bill has just been proposed, it’s all still early.

But right now, there’s a money-making opportunity in front of you guys, I wonder if you’re interested.”

It’s not that CEO Cheng was too much of a turtle man to tolerate Temir’s temperament; it’s just that this girl was too awesome.

With just one sentence, the path to mas financing officially began.

Potential investor number one, Rick Crusoe, real estate magnate of Saint Rodu, with properties spread throughout California.

Potential investor number two, Geweil Niusen, top fixer and top white-glove player.