My American magical life
Chapter 485 - 485 77 Out of Control Continued - Possession and Duet 1755316000

485: Chapter 77: Out of Control Continued – Possession and Duet (17553/16000) 485: Chapter 77: Out of Control Continued – Possession and Duet (17553/16000) The highest level of Maslow’s hierarchy of needs is self-actualization,

which also serves as the theoretical basis for “self-motivation.”

Having ambitions, therefore, one fears nothing in their pursuit.

CEO Cheng, of course, has such needs, and it could even be said that his prolonged self-struggle has all been derived from this pursuit.

“It might just be about power, he and I are similar, we both started from the bottom,”

I remember a mean-spirited writer once criticized people like us with his pen.

‘Their eyes sparkle with covetous green light, drool of foul stench drips from their lips, like hungry coyotes, they closely watch every chance to get a piece of meat.’

That’s about it, maybe that’s why I understand Gru’s predicament so well.”

Temir was disgusted by CEO Cheng’s description, she glanced at Cheng Daqi’s appearance.

CEO Cheng’s eyes were beautiful, and his lips were free of drool, displaying no signs of desperation.

However, keeping an eye on every chance to get a piece of meat was indeed true, CEO Cheng had always done that.

“Chan, I can’t guarantee success in arranging for people to get in, but I will get on it right away.

Good luck!”

Since some man lacking in romance wanted to leave, Temir found it boring, she was going to go back to sleep.

“As soon as possible, definitely as soon as possible, remember to keep it confidential, and don’t forget the party the day after tomorrow.”

It wasn’t that CEO Cheng necessarily wanted to meet and chat in the early hours, but rather Mi’er often didn’t go to the office.

Some messages couldn’t be discussed over the phone, and to prevent leaks, they had to be communicated in person.

He had arrived in the early hours, and was leaving in the early hours, but as CEO Cheng approached the doorway, he realized he had done something foolish again.

Why go home?

Mi’er’s manor had a dozen bedrooms, he could sleep in a different one each day and it would take half a month to go through them all.

When he entered the house again, the black-haired rich widow was curled up on the chair in the hall, checking her tablet.

“What are you doing back here?”

“Mi’er, it’s late, have the servants arrange a room for me, will you?

What are you looking at?”

Temir raised her eyebrows, smiled, and nodded in agreement.

“I’m watching Brent Crude.

I haven’t seen the specifics of the fight yet, but the futures market is already going crazy.”

In mid-2018, major institutions downgraded global economic growth forecasts.

And major oil-producing countries increased production to fill the gap caused by sanctions against the Rongzi.

But the market’s crisis expectations for both these issues were a bit overdone, so oversupply caused a sharp drop in oil prices.

This drop was the last mania in the oil market before the pandemic.

Temir, as a member of a super-family and herself a tycoon, watching crude oil prices in the middle of the night was pretty capitalist.

“Stop gambling on futures, just concentrate on buying Tesla shares, that’s it, good night.”

CEO Cheng went to rest, led by the servants, while Temir watched his retreating figure and sighed.

It wasn’t that I wanted to gamble on futures, it’s just that with such low oil prices, Tesla cars are hard to sell.

Pig brain, you don’t get it!

—————–

Early morning, 7:15.

“Ding!”

The sound of the phone rang out, and CEO Cheng opened his eyes.

It was a WeChat video call, and it was Xiao Zhao who called.

A call so early in the morning?

Has something happened?

Cheng Daqi quickly picked up and saw that Xiao Zhao was perfectly fine, intact on the screen.

“Daqi, I’m at your doorstep, and I brought you breakfast, look!”

As she spoke, Xiao Zhao lifted the Chinese breakfast she was carrying in her other hand and smiled, displaying it in front of the camera.

Huh?

CEO Cheng moved his lips to explain that he wasn’t home today.

No, what’s this noise about?

Cheng Daqi’s heart just stopped.

Damn it, Mi’er, how did you end up sleeping next to me?

This has to be the most cliché scene ever!

“Chan, ah, you’re awake, who are you calling?”

Pressing down on Temir’s head with one hand, he pushed her away to the other side of the bed, CEO Cheng gave a bitter smile and said to Xiao Zhao,

“I didn’t get home because it was too late after seeing Gru last night, I stayed over at Mi’er’s place.

Sorry, Xiao Zhao, bring the breakfast to the office, I’ll be at MAS immediately.”

The black-haired rich widow bit CEO Cheng’s hand.

She had woken up as soon as the phone rang and deliberately made a noise.

Luckily Xiao Cheng’s handling was quite appropriate, completely textbook-level excuses.

“Daqi, ah, alright, see you at the company then!”

The businesswoman Zhao Hongjin wasn’t the pushy female lead from a romance novel; she was straightforward and decisive, not at all like a girl.

She also heard the noise from CEO Cheng’s side just now, but she didn’t ask a single question.

You said you’d be at MAS soon, so we’ll see you at the company then.

Anyway, if you’re late, I’ll just drink the soy milk I saved for you!

With a pained hand and a forced smile, CEO Cheng managed to deal with Xiao Zhao and hang up the call, ready to give Temir a good beating.

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“Sister, I’m sorry, I was wrong, I shouldn’t have been violent towards you, but ultimately, you were the one who started it, Mi’er, you’re a reasonable girl.”

CEO Cheng at one eight-something, and Temir also one eight-something, CEO Cheng over a hundred kilograms, and Temir also over a hundred kilograms.

Normally, a man should have some physical advantage, but Temir fought more ruthlessly, and so, disgracefully, CEO Cheng ended up the loser.

“Also, don’t be so rough with your hands, they are quite delicate!”

CEO Cheng’s failure wasn’t due to lack of skills, but because his Achilles’ heel was being exploited.

Two long legs entwined around CEO Cheng’s neck, and Mi’er was really wild at the moment.

“Chan, hahaha, I have to record this, where’s my phone!”

“You’re not getting away, I won’t let go, release me, let’s talk this through properly.”