My American magical life
Chapter 507 - 507 82 Damn Cheating Couple

507: Chapter 82 Damn, Cheating Couple 507: Chapter 82 Damn, Cheating Couple Danze yawned and looked at CEO Cheng and Lisa in the distance with disapproval.

“Only you two would make a fuss; can’t have a date until midnight, huh?”

You’re all human beings; what’s with the Cinderella and glass slipper act.

So annoying, it’s disturbing my sleep!

If there were a book called “Rebirth: I Became a Bodyguard in a Domineering CEO Novel,” then Danze would definitely be the protagonist.

Of course, it seems there’s no such book in the world, so actually, it’s Cheng Daqi, the overbearing CEO, who’s the real protagonist.

The protagonist was in a good mood tonight, especially after he noticed that Lisa was still in her pajamas.

The girl had run out of gas while driving at midnight in her pajamas, and the first person she thought of was him; CEO Cheng was very happy.

Lisa had helped him so much initially, and CEO Cheng wasn’t an ungrateful person; he always hoped to give back to the blonde more.

“So, are you lost?”

Only CEO Cheng could ask that question, and Lisa’s slight awkwardness and embarrassment instantly vanished.

She reached out to tidy the loose hair in front of her forehead and responded with a laugh.

“Hahaha, no, I got so excited after receiving your email that I just went for a drive, but I forgot that I didn’t have much fuel.”

Well, actually Marsha would remind you when the fuel is low.

Everyone was trying to be graceful, and naturally, CEO Cheng wouldn’t expose her; he went along with Lisa’s story and jokingly said.

“Then, beautiful lady, may I have the honor of taking you for a drive next?”

The blonde looked deeply at Cheng Daqi, didn’t say much, but just asked a question.

“Chan, how did you manage to convince those investors?

We talked about it before, your expected valuation was thirty million dollars.”

She still couldn’t believe she was now a millionaire; being a minor shareholder in OC, she had made a few million thanks to OC’s growth.

But MAS’s valuation was over a billion in just two months, which was terrifying.

“Valuation isn’t actually the most important factor.

The investors I found this time are not professional investors; their purpose in investing in MAS might extend beyond financial returns.

The deal I’ve made so far is with Rick Crusoe and his son Domo, the chubby one.

They had conditions when they offered the money, but I convinced Domo to drop the conditions.”

Cheng Daqi gave Danze a look, and Little Black shrugged his shoulders as he got out of the driver’s seat of the Tesla.

Damn lovebirds!

“So they put in thirty million dollars?

That’s insane.”

The blonde buckled up as CEO Cheng started the Tesla.

Ironically, the first time he rode in a car since his rebirth was when Lisa had been his driver—it was also a Tesla.

The coincidence was a bit amusing; CEO Cheng raised an eyebrow and began to explain the financing details to Lisa.

“Of course not, twelve million maybe, they took ten percent of the shares.

For the remaining eighteen million, Mi’er and I put in ten million to keep our shares from being diluted too much, while also giving other investors confidence.

The rest is up to the smaller investors; eight million shouldn’t be hard, so that’s why I was hoping to start trying out the European Union market right away.”

The blonde nodded thoughtfully.

“But there’s one more thing, about the stock options you mentioned in your email, did Mi’er agree to it?”

Cheng Daqi turned to look at the blonde, who was looking very serious.

He shook his head and replied.

“We had a shareholders’ meeting and made the decision after a shareholder vote, according to the procedure.”

Lisa rolled her eyes, unable to help herself; CEO Cheng was just too slick with his words.

MAS only has three shareholders; you have fifty percent, Mi’er has forty percent, and I have ten.

Not to mention you’ve ensured control over the company structure; of course, you would get a shareholders’ meeting approval!

“Let’s forget about the stock options; don’t give me so much, it’s not appropriate.”

CEO Cheng didn’t understand what this woman was saying.

You refuse money?

Please, this is America; can’t you be a little more capitalistic?

“Do you still remember how we met?”

Cheng Daqi started talking about the past, having to play the sentiment card to offer money; the world really is diverse.

“I remember, you were stinking at the time, and I almost couldn’t smile for the photo with you.”

Lisa’s smile was very bright as she remembered the embarrassed Xiao Cheng.

She preferred that Chan, the one who had carried away three boxes of mineral water from the high-end restaurant, to the inscrutable man he had become now.

Back then, Chan was embarrassingly penniless, and she figured if the guy came to her for something serious, she could show a bit of kindness with a meal after declining to help him, so he wouldn’t feel too desperate.

Lisa was inherently kind-hearted.

“As laughable as that may sound, you’re speaking the truth, Lisa.

So I want to give you something in return.

I gave Mi’er several million dollars, and like her, you helped me a great deal, so…”

“Do you remember Mr.

Hanks?”

The blonde mentioned someone from Cheng Daqi’s past.

“Of course, he gave me a hundred dollars, and I wanted to pay him back ten thousand, but he refused.

But I think you and he are incomparable, Lisa.

Let me feel better about it, and accept this modest gesture of gratitude, please.”

Cheng Daqi shook his head and once again requested to give her the money.

Lisa was a standard American elite, and they had a very high level of mutual trust.

A little stock was enough to get her wholeheartedly on his side, which was truly worthwhile.

Running a company and building a business are sometimes two different things.

For business, you need the best partners—and Lisa was one.

“Then can I exchange it for OC shares?

I have about two percent of OC, and its current valuation is six hundred million.”