My American magical life
Chapter 479 - 479 75 Out of Control_4

479: Chapter 75 Out of Control_4 479: Chapter 75 Out of Control_4 Playing companies like a stack of cards, tormenting people ruthlessly, and taking a dozen girls on yacht parties—that was him, and still, Temir, that crazy bitch, showed up intimately at his own wedding.

How provocative is CEO Cheng’s life?

Even Gru felt a bit inferior to that level of swagger!

In the eyes of top corrupt cops, CEO Cheng was a clever, lucky, and shamelessly bold asshole, but also versatile enough to fart under the covers—he could do it all.

Today this asshole beat around the bush so much, he mocked and yet gently shifted the topic.

How is that different from a scumbag who says he’ll just rub but ends up rubbing for half an hour?

“Cheng, I’m not interested in any of your little games, but I do want to hear what you think of me.”

If he’s wrong, he admits it; if there might be a problem, Gru asks about it.

He can humble himself, but if CEO Cheng can’t pull off something clever, he’s going to let CEO Cheng understand why flowers are so red.

Little games?

CEO Cheng smiled and replied.

“Mr.

Gru, my view of you is one of respect.

There have been many strong figures in human history, but few are as strong as you.

I respect you, Mi’er respects you, Mr.

Niu Sen values you, the Italian gang has accepted you, even his brother acted as your witness at your wedding.

We all hope you can go further because we enjoy working with smart people.

Just like now, you clearly loathe me and are even offended by my earlier words, yet you still calm down and discuss issues with me earnestly.

You see, you’re really great, be confident.”

Still rubbing it in, Gru has given up, and CEO Cheng is still at it!

Ah, I’m just praising you; no harm in that, right?

This is straight-up provocation!

Gru despised CEO Cheng’s cleverness.

He suppressed his anger and said with a heavy voice.

“Cheng, I too have a lot of respect for you, and even more for the Caramakris Family.

I can help your lady go against her brother.

The so-called conflicts aren’t really important, we can move past our previous issues and look ahead, do you understand?”

As expected, there’s not a single fool here.

At a certain level, a lot of information is transparent.

Even Gru understood Temir’s motives; his stance was finally clear.

“Haha, do we have past issues?”

CEO Cheng raised his glass, and Gru reluctantly clinked it with a stern face.

“Mr.

Gru, there’s so much to dissect from the past, but let’s not dwell on that, let’s look forward.

Right now, you’re facing a very serious problem.

Your gang is growing larger, and so is the money you have to distribute.

Your gang is actually out of control.

Do you realize that?”

Your gang is out of control?

CEO Cheng’s words struck Gru like thunder, scorching him on the inside—he had never considered this perspective before.

How could it be out of control?

His first reaction was to object, but he was no fool.

When he considered many of the issues his gang faced through CEO Cheng’s logic, he realized CEO Cheng had hit the nail on the head.

His cop-and-mobster gang was on the brink of chaos before, and after he became the Chief of Saint Rodu Police, the expansion of the gang made the loss of control even more apparent.

Can’t show any weakness!

Gru swallowed hard and said with a laugh.

“Cheng, are you kidding me?”

As he refilled Gru’s glass, CEO Cheng replied calmly.

“If I were joking, would you be talking to me so calmly, respected Mr.

Gru?”

“I…”

Gru faltered, and CEO Cheng continued.

“Mr.

Gru, modern corporate management is a science.

Once a team exceeds ten people, you need to introduce management mechanisms and continually adapt organizational structures based on team goals.

Let me ask you, how many people are in your gang now?”

“So I started a company?”

Gru was deeply shaken; he genuinely didn’t get it.

“Over twelve hundred.

Recently recruited a lot, and indeed, there are some, um, challenges in management.”

Cheng Daqi shook his head, explaining.

“Mr.

Gru, if you were running a company, the problems might not be so severe.

If a company has issues, you can reform it; if employees aren’t fitting, you can fire them; if you’re short on funds, you can finance.

Your men all carry guns, and their identities are still that of police officers, employed by various levels of American government.

Gang management is much more complicated than corporate management.”

CEO Cheng’s words made sense, and Gru started to drown his sorrows in drink.

He was numbed.

Each of his men had a gun and were government employees; what’s more troubling was the sheer number of them, with some even entangled in his illegal income.

Ignorance is bliss, but upon reflection, Gru was startled by the magnitude of the trouble he was in—realizing for the first time through CEO Cheng’s explanations.

“I designed a club; over a thousand people are in this club, which is just a front.

The core members inside total only three hundred.

But this two-tiered management and profit-sharing model is known to some in the gang; they are not core members, so they earn less.

It’s problematic.”

This was laying his cards on the table.

Gru had his own explorations in management, but the level of exploration was quite touching—at this rate, he could be a hilltop king in the Middle Ages.

“Mr.

Gru, recognizing a problem exists is the first step to solving it.

I can’t guarantee that I’ll perfectly solve your management issues, but as your loyal partner, both I and Mi’er can offer you selfless help.”