My American magical life
Chapter 499 - 499 80 A Knife at His Throat_2

499: Chapter 80 A Knife at His Throat_2 499: Chapter 80 A Knife at His Throat_2 Unless Cheng Daqi was crazy, he would never let the explosion hit himself, but he wasn’t foolish.

“Aren’t you planning to involve Wolf in the MAS financing?”

Temir was referring to what CEO Cheng had mentioned to her a few days ago.

Back then, CEO Cheng had confidently insisted on bringing Wolf into MAS.

That question was a bit difficult to answer.

CEO Cheng couldn’t openly admit that the financing Zhao was pulling in might be very successful.

Although he couldn’t keep it a secret from Mi’er, a shareholder, he would keep it hidden for as long as he could.

Life, even for CEO Cheng, had moments when he couldn’t be so composed.

“Just wait, I have a feeling that Crusoe, Rick Crusoe, might invest a hefty sum.

Domo has asked to meet me tonight.”

The black-haired rich woman nodded thoughtfully and then cautioned.

“You need to grow stronger quickly, Chan.

You must grow stronger quickly.”

Realizing her words might be misunderstood by CEO Cheng, she wanted to explain but hesitated and then gave up.

At that moment, Temir finally understood what CEO Cheng was feeling.

Friendship, interests, affection—all these complicated things mixed together, she also wasn’t good at solving such problems.

She hoped Cheng Daqi would grow quickly to help her deal with the Dracula Family, which is why she had spoken so bluntly.

But CEO Cheng had obviously grown quickly enough, turning from a vagrant into a billionaire within two months, much faster than she did when starting her business.

From this perspective, what she just said seemed quite presumptuous.

“Hahaha, don’t worry, everything is under control!”

CEO Cheng reassured the black-haired rich woman.

“How’s that major con artist you’ve been eyeing lately?”

Temir decided to change the subject.

CEO Cheng revealed a mysterious smile as he sighed regrettably.

“He’s very clever, but it’s not a big problem.

Some things can’t be resolved by cleverness or wisdom.”

—————–

In the afternoon, at Saint Rhodes International Airport, a special farewell was taking place.

Elder Li had been having good days recently, in fact, extremely good days.

Ever since he became CEO Cheng’s henchman, his life had been completely changed.

For a middle-aged man craving change in his bones, he was very satisfied with his current situation.

So, he changed his car.

Having been influenced by Hong Kong movies in his youth, Elder Li had a partiality for Mercedes, but his former life made him feel more suited to Japanese grocery getters.

However, he was no longer the Chinatown intermediary, Elder Li.

He had subordinates, attendants, and a powerful boss to lean on—the kind with boundless ferocity.

In Chinatown, he could now be the Godfather to many petty thugs on his own merits.

A Godfather deserved a Mercedes and couldn’t be without a driver.

However, he didn’t bring a driver today but drove himself.

Today, following CEO Cheng’s orders, he was to send off Chen Zihao, who was about to strike it big in the cryptocurrency world.

Of course, Chen Zihao didn’t deserve to strike it big, nor was he a big shot.

He was just a little scammer with some blockchain knowledge.

If it hadn’t been for CEO Cheng, Chen Zihao would have pushed his daring and intelligence to certain limits, and he had indeed stopped taking risks, opting to settle down and start a family—a kind of retirement from his ventures.

But the hand of fate played its strings for him, and Chen Zihao’s destiny was altered.

Cheng Daqi altered it without even informing him beforehand.

The face of this was Elder Li, just as it was Elder Li who had originally pulled him into the game.

Today, Elder Li came with people to send him off.

“Little Chen, you’re smarter than me.

After you get to The Bahamas, just focus on your work.

As long as you obey, there won’t be any trouble.”

Elder Li pretended well and had the right to do so in front of Chen Zihao.

After all, he had joined CEO Cheng’s ranks slightly earlier than Chen Zihao and had become one of Cheng Daqi’s most relied-upon enforcers.

“Damn it, Elder Li, what good do you think will come from working for those people?

You won’t be able to escape when trouble comes; you’re just a fall guy, don’t forget.

We were kidnapped together back then; what are you acting for?”

Chen Zihao was neither young nor hot-headed, but he harbored resentment!

He resented being drawn into an invisible vortex and hated Elder Li for ruining him.

Elder Li pushed up his glasses and responded with a smile.

“Little Chen, sometimes being a scapegoat is also a stroke of luck.

You’re still young, and you were richer than me before.

You don’t understand how rare this kind of luck is.

You can curse me, but don’t do anything foolish.

The two bodyguards I’ve arranged for you are professionals, and your family is here in Saint Rodu.

Remember this: you don’t have the power to rebel.

The moment you set foot on American soil, you have to accept its rules!”

Elder Li’s attitude was simple—curse me all you want, just as long as you do your job well and don’t cause trouble for me.

He understood Chen Zihao’s hatred, just as he had hated Cheng Daqi before.

But people like them weren’t in a position to negotiate.

CEO Cheng, too, felt powerless when faced with choice and gambling stakes, but his powerlessness lay in the knowledge that despite knowing the dangers ahead, he had no choice but to march towards them.

If he didn’t want to climb, he could withdraw.

But whether it was Chen Zihao, Elder Li, or even Eris, none could withdraw anymore.

They joined the game and had their destinies changed by CEO Cheng; they had to be obedient pawns with knives at their throats.

This was the price of accepting the gift.

Sadly, if Elder Li and Eris had actively accepted the gift, Chen Zihao was innocent.

He was used as a chip by Elder Li to increase his own value in front of CEO Cheng and was then dragged into it.

He didn’t need the so-called gift, but Chen Zihao lacked the power to refuse it.

Temir had once wanted to gift something to CEO Cheng, and he too lacked the power to refuse, but he was smart, with a ruthless heart.

In a very short time, he carved out a path nobody understood—that in itself was a terrifying story.