My American magical life
Chapter 476 - 476 75 Out of Control

476: Chapter 75 Out of Control 476: Chapter 75 Out of Control “So, your purpose for having me find extras from PPD was to hype them into investing in MAS?”

Pure slander.

CEO Cheng never hyped anyone up; it was just a routine financing presentation.

“Mind your language, ‘hype’ may not be appropriate.

I simply shared some real information about MAS; whatever decisions they make are entirely up to them.”

Zhao Hongjin wasn’t so convinced; she felt there might be a little problem with CEO Cheng’s little scheme.

“Big shot, has MAS made any money so far?”

“No, what about it?”

CEO Cheng asked, puzzled.

“Bro, technically a company that’s not profitable yet can still raise funds, but the people you roped in are my classmates…”

Without a word to say, feeling a lump in her throat, Zhao Hongjin suddenly found her meal tasteless.

“I…”

“You’re worried that the development of MAS might not go smoothly, and if your classmates get burned because of their investment, you won’t know how to face them.

On the other hand, you know I’m not that, let’s go with the word ‘superficial.’ You understand I’m not a superficial person, which means I wouldn’t do them dirty.

So, with both concerns combined, you want to warn me but you’re struggling with how to approach it.

Did I analyze that correctly?”

Trust CEO Cheng to understand these things.

“You’ve become my mouthpiece.

The words might come from your mouth, but each and every one of them speaks from my heart.”

Little Zhao wiped her mouth and handed her phone to CEO Cheng.

“In just these few hours, two people have already asked me where you come from.

How should I respond?”

It was Kang Rifengzi and Nikolai Si.

One a Hua Country expat pretending to be a foreigner, the other a genuine Russian second-generation acting as an investor.

“UCLA visiting professor, director and chief researcher at Ludao New Millennium Media Research Institute, chairman of Shanhaiguan Cultural Media Group, strategic advisor and brand spokesperson for OC China, founder of multiple startup companies in America, and the most insightful entrepreneur on the West Coast.

Just introduce me like that.

It should carry some convincing power.”

“Have you been practicing secretly?”

CEO Cheng rolled out these little titles so smoothly, it was like a comic storyteller reciting a routine.

Little Zhao had every reason to be suspicious.

“Not important.

What’s important is that those titles are real, though a couple with dubious worth when isolated, combined, they highlight my potential in the realm of short videos and business.”

CEO Cheng’s titles weren’t false at all.

Practicing a bit wouldn’t be excessive.

These were his hard-earned identities, after all!

Hasn’t he come a long way from the streets to where he is today?

“Let’s start with the UCLA visiting professor.

The UCLA you mentioned, is it the one I’m thinking of?”

Little Zhao asked with a sceptical look on her face.

“Of course, Mi’er’s family has a bit of influence at UCLA.

The visiting professor role is genuine; they’re going to organize a public course for me in the first half of 2019.

It’ll be my first time teaching, and I’m feeling quite the pressure.

Of course, such an honor is also a responsibility, and I’m already preparing for it.”

CEO Cheng modestly offered an explanation.

Little Zhao felt all twisted inside.

She’s still slaving away on homework, while her friend is already a professor at one of the world’s most prestigious universities.

Just like Romania is also Rome, isn’t a visiting professor still a professor?

Compared to her own struggles, her friend’s success was even more heartbreaking.

“And what about the director and chief researcher of the Ludao New Millennium Media Research Institute?

Which organization does this institute belong to?”

Zhao Hongjin chose to keep probing, driven not by malice, but sheer curiosity.

“It’s under Ludao Art Vocational College.

Shanhaiguan has partnered with them to create a platform that integrates teaching, research, and application.

It’s a small endeavor to explore new media and short videos through a new model of industry-academic-research cooperation.”

A million dollars for a title, not too expensive nor too cheap, but CEO Cheng thought it was worth it.

“Alright, moving on.

The OC China strategic advisor and brand spokesperson, since when did OC expand to China?”

CEO Cheng started to tease Little Zhao for her relentless questioning.

“Heh, the currents of time are ever-flowing, everybody is striving to move forward, nothing more.”

“But you’re just an internet celebrity, how can you be a spokesperson?”

Little Zhao was a smart girl, but she still didn’t understand how magical the times could be in their development.

In the future, internet celebrities won’t just endorse perfumes; they’ll also endorse Rolls-Royces.

“People have infinite possibilities, and I have even more.

MAS won’t let your classmates down, so rest easy.”

Little Zhao took back her phone, frowning as she spoke.

“Should I reply as you said then?”

“Of course.

I did think this round of fundraising might be a bit troublesome, but your classmates really have the capability.”

“They aren’t capable, they’re just easy marks.”

Little Zhao felt that her classmates were perhaps a bit too urbanized.

Is your pocket money all in the millions?

The expat student community is a complex one, and at PPD in particular, the proportion of heirs is quite high.

“If they really want to invest, you could pull in a new company, take a stake in it, and the company that invests in MAS would be the one in which you have shares.”

The advice CEO Cheng gave was by no means outrageous; such business practices had long become commonplace.

The small share that Little Zhao would take for free could be considered a payment for providing a channel.

Sometimes, it could also be seen as a kickback for helping to find investors.

But…

“No way!

But I can throw in Thirty Thousand Dollars.

Let me discuss it with my classmates clearly before I get back to you.”

Zhao Hongjin shook her head like a rattle, while CEO Cheng just shrugged.

“All good, but I suggest you not get your hopes up too high for this.”

Little Zhao couldn’t understand this remark.

Weren’t you just full of confidence in your MAS a moment ago?