My American magical life
Chapter 500 - 500 80 A Knife at His Throat_3

500: Chapter 80 A Knife at His Throat_3 500: Chapter 80 A Knife at His Throat_3 “Elder Li, if something goes wrong, will I die?”

Chen Zihao was ultimately afraid; he feared his actions might endanger his family, and subconsciously came to a conclusion he deemed reasonable.

If that day really came, I might have to pay with my life, I guessed.

Li Haiping was taken aback and laughed in disbelief, CEO Cheng had made this very clear to him.

As Cheng Daqi’s top enforcer, Elder Li was given enough reassurance by CEO Cheng; he knew Cheng could protect him.

But when it came to Chen Zihao’s question, Elder Li couldn’t disclose everything.

His response was vague and evasive.

“Zihao, you’re now settled in Saint Rodu, the company’s business might be a bit sensitive, but it’s registered in the Bahamas.

If anything goes wrong, it’ll be the Saint Rodu police detaining you, then dealing with the issues that arise within America regarding your Bahamian company.

Here are three points.

The first, getting you to do this isn’t sending you to your death; the risk isn’t as great as you think.

The reason you’re being pushed forward is that I can’t find anyone else suitable.

The second, Saint Rodu is our turf.

I, Elder Li, have some influence here.

If there are any issues, I won’t just sit by.

As long as you keep your mouth shut and tight, you’ll live to stand trial, live to move into a villa prison, and live to walk out of that prison.

The third, by starting a company abroad, you naturally add another layer of legal risk insulation compared to entities within America.

Keep your mouth shut tight, don’t drink, don’t go after women.

The two bodyguards I’ve arranged for you neither drink nor are they interested in women; they’re both GAY.

Keep your mouth and your belt buckled, and avoid discussing important matters on social media.

If you handle these things well, your life will be much more exciting than you think.”

CEO Cheng had repeatedly assessed Elder Li for a reason; Elder Li, after having navigated the underworld for decades, knew exactly how to speak.

An agitated Chen Zihao pulled out a cigarette but couldn’t find his lighter in the moment.

“Snap!”

Godfather Elder Li indicated that he could lend Zihao a hand.

Inside the Mercedes, as the flame flickered, Li Haiping spoke with a smile.

“Zihao, you always think I’m setting you up, but actually, this trip might propel you to great heights.

You might become a super-rich tycoon one day; don’t forget me then.”

CEO Cheng’s plan was so fanciful that even Temir didn’t believe it.

But Elder Li did.

He had witnessed with his own eyes how Cheng Daqi went from a homeless man to where he was today, and it only took two months.

Two months ago, Cheng Daqi was a homeless man in Saint Luo; two months later, he became a top influencer in Hua Country, boss of multiple companies.

His partners included LAPD high officials, real estate tycoons’ sons, senators’ nieces, and assassins of unknown origins.

Cheng Daqi was the kind of man meant to rise with the wind, and after catching a bit of his breeze, Elder Li became the new Godfather of the Saint Luo Chinese community.

Chen Zihao was going to be the front-facing figure, borrowing even more of CEO Cheng’s wind!

Elder Li believed that Zihao could soar to great heights by riding CEO Cheng’s wind.

“Become a super-rich tycoon?

Ha, aren’t we all just laborers?”

Zihao saw the truth too clearly.

He was just the one to take the fall.

“I will remember what you said, but can you give me a definite time when I can come back?”

“The platform will go live in a month; you need to do a good job in the Bahamas.

Go on.”

Elder Li patted Chen Zihao’s shoulder, and in the final moment of farewell, Zihao managed a slight smile.

“Elder Li, tell me the truth.

Am I doomed?

I just want my family to be safe; can you assure me of that?”

Li Haiping’s face changed color; he couldn’t tell the truth because he didn’t know whether CEO Cheng’s words were real or not.

They didn’t have the luxury to back out, sometimes they didn’t even have the luxury to ask questions.

Just as he kept things from Chen Zihao, Cheng Daqi kept things from him.

Elder Li was old but not foolish; he understood this.

“Zihao, it’s not as scary as you think; it’s just about making money.

You focus on making money for me, don’t think too much, and then nothing will go wrong.”

Today, in the past, and in the future, Elder Li would always stand behind Chen Zihao at the second layer, always insisting that he arranged everything.

But Chen Zihao knew very well who really controlled everything, and Elder Li knew that Zihao knew.

Just like Zihao said, they were all laborers.

He replied with resignation in his voice.

“I should board soon, Elder Li, farewell.”

Chen Zihao opened the car door and walked toward the airport without looking back, followed closely by the two bodyguards who had been waiting.

“Zihao, remember what I told you.

Don’t drink or go after women, and keep your mouth shut at all times!”

Elder Li rolled down the window and reminded Zihao once more in Cantonese.

Zihao, your brother Li feels sorry for you, but if you’re smart enough, this might truly be your opportunity.

Zihao felt a hollowness inside; he didn’t turn back, just waved his hand as a sign that he understood.

The man whose fate was in play was now heading to meet the script meant for him.

He had no idea what kind of ending the god of fate had scripted for him.

The one thing Chen Zihao was clear about was his lack of power to resist.

Whatever the script’s content, he had to see it through.

If he didn’t play along, he’d die immediately; mess it up, and his whole family dies.

He had to play it well.

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Another person who had to play their part well was Ai Guobei, but his opponent in this duet was also a master of performance.

CEO Cheng unleashed the dogs to tear at Accountant Jia to get him on the move.

In order to avoid attention, Accountant Jia had always kept a low profile in America, seldom appearing in public.