My American magical life
Chapter 465 - 465 72 CEO Cheng the Wealthiest Man and the Belle_2

465: Chapter 72 CEO Cheng, the Wealthiest Man, and the Belle_2 465: Chapter 72 CEO Cheng, the Wealthiest Man, and the Belle_2 You’ve got to hand it to CEO Cheng.

Geweil’s shabi turns into a selling point after one run through his mouth, damn it.

He’s got the eyes for spotting strengths.

The black-haired rich lady couldn’t help but laugh, her wine almost sprayed out of her mouth.

“Chan, that’s your beloved investor you’re talking about, show some respect.”

“You are too, and what’s more, you’re an angel investor.

As it happens, I tend to play favorites.

You don’t mind, do you?”

Angel investor referred to the fact that Temir had invested in CEO Cheng’s launch of MAS, which could also be seen as CEO Cheng considering her to be an angel for her investment.

Cheng Daqi made a clever double entendre, instantly boosting the black-haired rich lady’s spirit.

“What the hell is up with that crappy company you and Lisa are all about?

I still don’t get it.

Even if the niche market of international tourism is done well, the profit ceiling is only tens of millions a year.

And that’s the ceiling.”

Temir was sensitized by the recent topic of conversation.

“Even one million is not too little, Mi’er, let’s not be so extreme.

Even cigarette butts have their value.”

Cheng Daqi dragged over two chairs and sat down with Temir.

“Do you think you can take them down?”

“Doesn’t matter.

If they don’t work out, we’ll keep looking.

There are plenty of two-legged investors out there.”

Cheng Daqi eyed Eli in the distance, thinking that little Eri could be a good source of wool.

Although he didn’t receive a high percentage of the shares in the identity business, the volume wasn’t small.

Coupled with his previous nest egg, skimming a few million shouldn’t be a problem.

CEO Cheng could afford to invest in himself; it was just a matter of doing it slowly.

But…

Starting a business with your own money isn’t entrepreneurship; that’s gambling.

“I’ve been looking at another company recently, Chan.

Do you know about cryptocurrency?”

Hmm?

Just when I’m feeling sleepy, you bring me a pillow, Mi’er.

Did you guess what I’m up to or is it unintentional?

No, I haven’t told her any details, she couldn’t possibly guess.

So it’s just a coincidence?

Cheng Daqi shook his head, and looking at Mi’er’s eyebrows, replied.

“Not familiar, just heard the name.”

Temir, unsuspecting, began to explain the situation.

“A small company that wants to create a cryptocurrency exchange, the founder is my UCLA alumnus.

They talk a bigger game than you, but their pie-in-the-sky is too big.

Talking about billions, but their team is just four people.”

Cryptocurrency really is played that way; many people with dreams of getting rich overnight rush into it.

They only see the dazzling flowers, unaware that their destiny is to serve as fertilizer.

From the perspective of probability, everyone has a chance to strike it rich in the cryptocurrency market, but compared to those few lucky dogs, the tears shed by the bankrupt majority go unnoticed.

“Give me their contact.

I’ll have a taste of what they’re made of.”

Cheng Daqi expressed his willingness to help her evaluate the strength of the team.

“They’re my juniors, don’t scare them off.”

A small matter.

Temir sent CEO Cheng the contact information right away.

“Hahaha, you still don’t know me.

Don’t worry.

And don’t tell them you referred me, alright?”

Cheng Daqi pretended it was a trivial matter and nonchalantly added another line.

The black-haired rich lady looked at his profile and smiled back at him.

“Chan, I can almost see those poor souls crying at your feet.”

Cheng Daqi cried injustice.

“It’s a misunderstanding!

I’m purely considering it from a third-party perspective to help you with this check.”

It all made sense, logically and reasonably, but Temir knew CEO Cheng all too well, to the point where she could guess what he’s up to just by the way he sticks his butt out.

“Honey, as long as you’re happy.

But I still don’t like your risky behavior.

Those who are good with water drown in it.

Think carefully about this.”

What she said first pertained to CEO Cheng’s unpredictable engagement, and later to his grand plans.

CEO Cheng knew that what Temir was referring to was his hunt.

“No risk often means low returns, and the only risk here is to keep others from blabbing.

Even if things go south, there won’t be any consequences.

I’m not going to be a shabi and lead the charge openly.”

The black-haired rich lady tossed a cigarette to CEO Cheng and then just sat there by herself, not seeming to want to say much more.

Cheng Daqi’s explanation was sound, but some things in this world don’t operate on reason.

She had already warned Cheng Daqi, but he always had a strong sense of conviction, one that wouldn’t change with her warnings.

“Chan, not playing by the rules, breaking them might benefit you in the short term but will trap you in the long run.

Do you understand?”

Of course, Cheng Daqi understood, but this was a matter of trade-offs.

He had already figured out all the ins and outs back in Hua Country.

“Mi’er, what do you think happens when a house collapses?”

Leaning lazily against the chair back, CEO Cheng asked with a smile.

The afternoon sun was so pleasant that it made him sleepy.

“The house collapses?”

Temir couldn’t believe he dared say such a thing.

Chan, you seem a bit too wild.

Cheng Daqi was of course not wild.

He was a Reincarnator who had witnessed the moment of America’s hegemonic decline.

The collapse of hegemony might not lead to national ruin, but it changes many things entirely.

For instance, America’s ability to self-cleanse, that is, to self-correct.

(There are too many examples at the time point of April 10, 2024, but the trend actually started much earlier.

To avoid digression, I won’t explain further, hoping for understanding.)

“Look at that guy; he’s a systemic tumor.

His gang, his existence is actually a big problem, but right now in Saint Rodu, Niu Sen, everyone welcomes him.”