My American magical life
Chapter 502 - 502 80 A Knife at His Throat_5

502: Chapter 80 A Knife at His Throat_5 502: Chapter 80 A Knife at His Throat_5 “”To be honest, I’m a bit surprised, Domo, you didn’t even perform due diligence.”

The chubby chef opened the fridge, tossed a bottle of pineapple juice to CEO Cheng, and explained with a smile.

“Two reasons, the first is that my father tends to trust me, and I, in turn, trust you.”

Domo’s impression of Cheng Daqi was not trust but a stunned astonishment that left him speechless.

The chubby chef belonged to the most cautious of brothers; when he started his entrepreneurial journey in catering, he began with just a small food cart.

He constantly researched and sought opportunities, but he never entered the fray lightly.

CEO Cheng, on the other hand, was the complete opposite, creating sparks and lightning as he propelled the MCN into rapid success.

Just two months after establishment, the company was already seeking a valuation of over a hundred million dollars—he really had the guts to ask for it.

The more Domo dealt with Cheng Daqi, the less he understood him, but a thought gradually took shape in his mind—he must become friends with CEO Cheng.

“The second reason is, for this investment, we have a condition, you need to invest five million out of the fifteen million under the name of MAS, and start a catering company with me.

I will put in seven million dollars, the shares would roughly be a sixty-forty split, but in the new company’s decisions, I will respect every opinion you have.”

The cat was out of the bag; Domo and his father really had some thoughts.

CEO Cheng’s connections seemed rather interesting, his company also seemed promising, and Cheng’s rise was extremely fascinating.

Rick Crusoe and Domo Crusoe calculated things at home last night and realized something was amiss.

Cheng Daqi somehow appeared in the West Coast’s top social circle as if by magic; in such a short time, he built up his company and even gained favor with a major enterprise in Hua Country.

So, the two Crusoes came up with an interesting financing term.

Your valuation is high, we accept it, we will invest.

But we have conditions, and that is you have to start a new company with us.

“Domo, I can feel your sincerity, including Mr.

Crusoe’s good intentions.”

Halfway through his sentence, CEO Cheng hesitated and stopped.

What seemed like a face-saving statement was actually leading up to a ‘but,’.

The undertone in Cheng Daqi’s words left Domo at a loss.

Man, are you kidding me?

Your valuation is just ridiculous, so high that no professional investor would recognize it!

We came up with a special term that not only takes care of your valuation needs but also expresses our recognition of your abilities.

And you’re still unsatisfied?

“Please, Chan, I’ve also prepared some fresh models for you, they’re arriving soon, you’re my best friend, we can speak freely about anything.”

Domo seriously valued CEO Cheng—he was truly thoughtful, even arranging models.

One feature of American culture is that everyone’s pleasantries are very similar.

The word ‘friend’ is almost like the Northeastern brotherly phrase ‘no kidding, buddy’; in terms of expressing goodwill, it can sometimes even lack the sincerity of a heart-to-heart talk.

“Here’s the thing, Domo, MAS is not short of interested investors, many people came to the previous fundraising meeting, and the enthusiasm was high.

If we take your money and it comes with strings attached, especially if it has to be invested in a company you control, I fear the other shareholders of MAS wouldn’t agree.”

CEO Cheng used a shield to play the pull, but a boy with high EQ never forgets to take care of his friend’s feelings.

“Domo, I’m thrilled to be valued by you and Mr.

Crusoe, don’t worry, I will do my best to coordinate with the investors.”

Empty words might be useless, but they can hold up the scene—at least Domo looked pleased, and the atmosphere was harmonious.

Cheng Daqi had already made his unwillingness to accept quite clear, but that didn’t stop him from continuing to show friendliness.

After all, he still needed the investment, but Crusoe’s terms were a bit outrageous; they needed a serious discussion.

The chubby chef realized that CEO Cheng seemed quite averse to his terms, and after pondering for a while, he asked.

“What if we just invest twelve million without any other conditions, what do you think?”

What do I think?

I wish you’d said this earlier!

“Haha, Domo, do you remember the first time we met?”

Looking at Domo who was sitting diagonally across from him, Cheng Daqi asked with a smile.

As Domo recalled his own rather disastrous entrepreneurial experience, he couldn’t help but smile wryly.

“Chan, ‘Red Seduction Thighs’ will be the shame of my life; back then, I just thought about leveraging the name for hype, to draw attention to my shop.

But looking back now, oh, it’s too embarrassing.”

CEO Cheng raised his pineapple juice and clinked it with Domo’s.

“If you want to get into catering, I can actually invest in you, a private investment, as a form of support, but it’s only two million dollars—don’t think it’s too little.”

As an actual big shot, CEO Cheng’s caliber was naturally not naïve; he wouldn’t just burn money irresponsibly.

He could see clearly; the chubby chef liked to plan thoroughly before acting.

His family’s terms for investing in MAS were interesting, suggesting that he and his father must have reached some agreement on starting a catering venture.

With an old fox like Old Crusoe overseeing Domo’s endeavor, CEO Cheng’s two million dollar investment was a sort of reciprocation for Old Crusoe’s investment in MAS.

For CEO Cheng’s investment or trust, the chubby chef was overjoyed yet also felt a bit ashamed.

He and his father’s calculations were too meticulous; compared to Cheng Daqi’s frankness or, one might say, magnanimity, it seemed a bit too petty.

“Chan, thank you.

Our previous condition was indeed a bit over the top, but that…”

CEO Cheng cut off the excited Domo, saying loudly.

“Now is the time to toast to our friendship, Riel, where’s that wine I brought?”

Fine wine, gourmet food, and the company of beautiful women soon to arrive—it seemed like tonight might be a good one.