My American magical life
Chapter 518 - 518 84 Don't look back never look back!

518: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!

(Day 1.3 support requested!)_3 518: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!

(Day 1.3 support requested!)_3 Gru, the LAPD captain, had recently made headlines on the West Coast for marrying a transgender wife.

Accountant Jia understood that both were putting on an act; he hated it but was also relieved that they hadn’t completely fallen out.

See, this is the effect of destroying one’s body and character—Accountant Jia was actually somewhat relieved that CEO Cheng and Gru hadn’t completely fallen out.

This was too ironic.

“Sit down, Jia, have a drink to steady your nerves,”

Gru helped Elder Jia to the sofa in the secret room and handed him a glass of iced whiskey.

Accountant Jia’s mind was numb as he asked,

“Mr.

Gru, I know you, but may I ask, what is your purpose?”

You see, he was getting anxious.

Gru didn’t speak; he was the boss today, and all the unsavory talk was CEO Cheng’s responsibility—enjoying the feeling of being the underling for perhaps the only time in his life, he was savoring it completely.

Seeing Gru glance at CEO Cheng, Accountant Jia also turned his gaze to Cheng Daqi.

“Elder Jia, how much money do you have now?

We only want your money, not your life,”

Cheng Daqi said with a smile.

Money is a great thing; even people like Gru and Mi’er can never have enough.

The former has a large group to support, and the latter is just a second heir without control of the family fortune—they both need cash.

“I have no money, CEO Cheng, my Faraday’s future is just a shell now.

The money invested by Belt Brother has all gone into car production, I’m actually very poor, so…”

CEO Cheng splashed his drink on Accountant Jia’s face.

“Think carefully before you speak, Elder Jia.

Your driver is currently on the run, and if you die, your family will die too.

Your driver will become a suspect.

Think about it, we only want money.”

Gru said nothing, just leaned back on the sofa smoking marijuana, his mood complex.

He had struggled for twenty years, trafficking drugs, trafficking people, and perhaps made a few billion dollars.

But Cheng Daqi told him, this unimpressive con artist from Hua Country had at least ten billion dollars.

And now that the swindler had lost the protection of power, as long as they had guns, that money could become Mr.

Gru’s—worth twenty years of struggle, he felt his pre-Cheng Daqi life had gone completely to the dogs.

Of course, Mi’er, CEO Cheng, and Eris’s shares couldn’t be less.

CEO Cheng was the mastermind, Eris was the puppeteer behind all the overt illegal actions, and Mi’er was the connector in the slaughter game.

To properly devour Accountant Jia, you need the right technique, which lies at the core of a cryptocurrency platform named LCE (Lighting Coin Exchange) and the BEC (Blue Earth Coin).

Behind these tools stood the Republican Party loyalists brought in by Mi’er.

They might not have contributed much money—Mi’er’s influence was limited, especially since she hadn’t disclosed the grand plan to devour Accountant Jia.

But once these cryptocurrency channels grew, those who had invested during the platform’s founding, the ICO stage, would become comrades-in-arms to people like Gru.

So, with this investment, Mi’er garnered a thirty percent share.

CEO Cheng, as the organizer and designer, also obtained a thirty percent share.

Mr.

Gru, as the lead actor and executioner, received his thirty percent.

Hmm, lucky Eli even managed to get five percent—he was already very, very lucky.

‘Ninety percent belongs to others; having your five percent while kneeling is already an honor!’

And the remaining five percent?

Of course, it’s in Boss Jia’s hands!

Cheng Daqi was a respectable man; he couldn’t bear to completely destroy someone—mainly because he wanted to fleece Accountant Jia slowly and dry out his potential to the fullest.

The most ingenious part of the scheme was CEO Cheng using the strength of Gru and Mi’er to drive Eli and start his own cryptocurrency company—with Chen Zihao acting as a fuse, all with Accountant Jia’s money.

This was the highest-end game that Cheng Daqi had played since his rebirth, but at the moment, it seemed stuck at making Accountant Jia cough up the money.

Cheng Daqi’s spilling of alcohol had awakened Accountant Jia, who realized what he needed to do—he had to delay.

Compromise was out of the question; if he compromised, his life would be completely over.

It wasn’t blind optimism or stubbornness; he trusted his security team—he had indeed spent a lot of money on them.

If he disappeared for long enough, his security team would activate their last measures.

As a businessman who had once roared through Hua Country, the dirt he had could ruin his own life but also blow up the likes of Cheng Daqi and Gru!

Every penny of his was scammed with hard work, and he had already suffered losses going overseas.

How could he simply hand it over because of some threats?

So, even in such desperate times, he thought about making one final struggle.

To delay, to keep things going, and who knows, maybe things would change.

“Cheng Daqi, who do you think I am?

I am Accountant Jia; I’ve seen and experienced far more than you can imagine.

Your little schemes won’t work on me!”

Accountant Jia’s sudden change of attitude was within Cheng Daqi’s expectations; he was well-prepared.

“Elder Jia, have you prepared some sort of self-destruct mechanism that will trigger once you’re controlled or have been missing for a while?

Your emergency measures will start, causing self-destruction?”

Cheng Daqi asked with a smile, plunging Accountant Jia into despair.

Damn it, why is everyone so ruthless these days.

“Do you think this is a TV show?

I have no self-destruct measures; I just don’t want to be humiliated!

If I die at the hands of you little devils, that would be ridiculous, ha ha ha ha.”

Accountant Jia didn’t want to give up the money because he didn’t know yet that his whole family in America had already been taken control of.