My American magical life
Chapter 501 - 501 80 A Knife at His Throat_4

501: Chapter 80 A Knife at His Throat_4 501: Chapter 80 A Knife at His Throat_4 Only by making him move could CEO Cheng more easily find a breakthrough.

But Accountant Jia was like a turtle, retracting all his limbs.

No matter how Ai Guobei bit him, he acted as if he hadn’t heard, and he had even given up on contacting and reconciling with Ai Guobei.

But this was useless, for Accountant Jia was not a turtle.

In America, this big scammer had no shell!

Cheng Daqi had set a trap, pulling together various strong players to join his game, not because he feared Accountant Jia’s strength.

A capitalist without the support of force has strength?

No!

The Dracula Family became a target because their wealth and protective umbrella didn’t match up.

Accountant Jia had wealth but not a bit of a protective umbrella.

In the past, nobody targeted him because the powerful were too lazy to go after such dirty money, fearing it would affect their image in the circle.

Those who had ideas about dirty money didn’t have the strength to set traps and seize wealth — Accountant Jia himself was a big scammer, and scams were ineffective against him.

Didn’t you see how even the manure-scooping richest man who liked Hermes belts got a bloody nose from Accountant Jia?

Of course, if you could assemble a team like the Red Street kidnapping case, using force to rob was possible, but this method could only snatch up liquid assets — it couldn’t drain all the resources, and the risks were high.

Accountant Jia had too many enemies; the debts he owed could cost him his life, so he had a professional security team.

All in all, there weren’t many who had the strength to completely chew Accountant Jia up while also needing him, maybe even just one — that is, CEO Cheng.

CEO Cheng wanted to create a cryptocurrency platform, all for the purpose of money.

To get money, you had to grow the platform.

To grow the platform, you needed a gimmick.

Speaking of gimmicks, Boss Jia’s Faraday Future was top-notch.

The automotive industry is an extremely important part of human industries, and at the end of 2018, the global players in new energy vehicles, if not exactly few, could definitely be described as sparse.

Although Accountant Jia had started making cars to embezzle and run away initially, even when he had fled to America and started chanting about returning next week, he always pretended to be diligently working on making cars.

Put it this way, at the end of 2018, the scam of Faraday Future hadn’t been entirely exposed yet.

CEO Cheng had some strength now, not too much, but enough to deal with Accountant Jia.

And he very much needed Accountant Jia’s money, his name, as well as his Faraday Future.

A match made in heaven if there ever was one.

I’ve stockpiled guns, and you just happened to have grain, what is this if not a match made in heaven?

The bullet shot by Ai Guobei didn’t hurt Accountant Jia, and CEO Cheng wasn’t too satisfied.

So, a few days ago, he had already fired a second shot.

“You’re saying our company is being accused of discriminating against minorities?”

Accountant Jia asked in disbelief.

What does this have to do with anything?

Faraday Future was about making cars, hiring engineers and workers; it was only normal not to have minorities in the first place.

“Boss Jia, yes, someone who came for an interview and didn’t pass started spreading rumors about discrimination in our recruitment process on TikTok.

Because this person was from a minority group, they received some support from their community.

I’ve already consulted a lawyer for you, and the lawyer suggests we hire a few minority figures as mascots.”

The proposal made by his subordinate left Accountant Jia hesitating; he had no plans for real car manufacturing and didn’t need to please customers.

There was no need to compromise on such trivial matters.

“Our target customer group isn’t the minority group; let’s do this, issue a statement in the company’s name to explain the situation.

Accountant Jia’s response actually had no problems — but he hadn’t realized that he was already being targeted.

The bickering from Ai Guobei was annoying, but Accountant Jia could understand Ai Guobei’s hate, so he wasn’t too concerned about it.

As for some LGBT individuals using the flag of political correctness to gain an advantage, he understood that too; it conformed to the American version, so he had no suspicions.

And so, Elder Jia stepped into one trap after another set by CEO Cheng.

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“Chan, hahaha, didn’t expect me to reply so quickly, did you?”

The chubby chef Domo always had a cheerful expression, looking extremely adorable.

Who would be wary of a smiling, chubby face?

“So is it good news?”

Cheng Daqi signaled Riel to bring in the wine he had prepared; this time he didn’t play any tricks, but brought a whole case of ’99 Mao Spirits right away.

After all, Domo’s family seemed to be becoming a shareholder of MAS, and maintaining shareholder relations required sincerity.

“What kind of wine is this, is it still a state banquet wine?”

The chubby chef didn’t answer, instead teasing CEO Cheng.

“Twenty-year-old Mao Spirits; the longer this type of wine from Hua Country is stored, the more unique the taste and fragrance become.

You can try it.”

CEO Cheng was truly embarrassed; the last time he had come to mooch off the gathering with Xiao Zhao due to haste, he hadn’t had time to prepare any good wine, so he had resorted to some little tricks.

As it turned out, he had encountered a boneheaded Korean brother.

Xiao Zhao hadn’t let up on teasing him about it.

“Chan, thank you, I’ll try it.

But I also have brought some good news for you.

My father has decided to invest fifteen million dollars into your MAS, valuing it at one hundred twenty million, not a penny less.”

After the chubby chef finished speaking, he looked forward to observing Cheng Daqi’s reaction.

Such a high valuation, and Rick Crusoe actually accepted it?

CEO Cheng was truly surprised, he said.