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Chapter 522 - 522 84 Don't look back never look back!

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

(Day 1.3 support requested!)_7 522: Chapter 84: Don’t look back, never look back!

(Day 1.3 support requested!)_7 On one hand, there was an undoubtedly fatal outcome; after death, his money might still get stolen.

On the other hand, there was a glimmer of hope, albeit a slim one—it seemed a bit more real.

Accountant Jia didn’t buy Cheng Daqi’s nonsense.

He was genuinely someone who had reached the pinnacle of the world—becoming the top dog was still reaching the top.

He didn’t believe in Cheng Daqi’s promises at all, but humans aren’t entirely rational; hope is the most luxurious thing.

Cheng Daqi and Chief Glu had tormented him almost beyond recognition.

Physical pain and the insult to his dignity affected him; he began to think about the conditions Cheng Daqi had offered and the future.

The stubborn, unyielding core of him developed a crack—and then it rapidly expanded.

When he saw that deep tunnel, he stiffened his neck and planted his feet, unwilling to enter.

It was his will to survive; Accountant Jia had a strong desire to live.

Even when he saw Chief Glu, there were moments he considered compromising, but later he found reasons to persevere.

Yet Cheng Daqi was steadily eroding his resolve.

If you die, you will never have the chance to turn things around.

If you live, there’s still a chance to prove yourself, even if it’s very faint.

Previously, Accountant Jia pretended not to care much about the future of Faraday in front of his subordinates, but deep down, he cared a great deal.

He might not be willing to invest the money he had earmarked for other purposes, but he had never verbally given up on car manufacturing.

2018 was not his most desperate moment; now it seemed he didn’t want to die anymore.

He didn’t believe Cheng Daqi’s words, nor did he want to negotiate now; he remained silent, waiting for Cheng Daqi to offer more.

“Elder Jia, forget it.

Think about it.

Mr.

Glu and I will clean up and leave.

We can’t really wait for three hours.

You’re too smart.”

To Elder Jia’s astonishment, Cheng Daqi actually left, even taking Chief Glu with him.

It wasn’t that CEO Cheng didn’t want to continue tempting him with more promises.

If he wanted to, he could spout more empty promises, talking about blockchain, talking about cryptocurrency.

Why not add a bit of blockchain to the ecological inverse reaction chain, right?

But Elder Jia’s condition had somewhat dampened CEO Cheng’s spirits; to CEO Cheng, a failure was a failure, and he wasn’t afraid of such minor setbacks.

Without the butcher, can we not eat pork with hair on it?

Without Accountant Jia as fuel, his takeoff might be slower, but it didn’t mean he couldn’t take off!

When had CEO Cheng ever been without a plan B?

At worst, he could properly run an MCN, in the future managing assets worth hundreds of billions of dollars; CEO Cheng had options!

Even if he couldn’t be more relaxed, it didn’t mean he had lost the chance to change the era!

“Wait, I…

Cheng Daqi, I…”

Elder Jia couldn’t bring himself to kneel!

CEO Cheng and Chief Glu exchanged a surprised glance; they hadn’t expected it to fail, but in the last moment, that old fox, Accountant Jia, wanted to negotiate again.

Seeing him stammering, Chief Glu gave him a kick.

“Are you *beep* kidding with us?”

Ruthless and cruel, Chief Glu remained true to form—admiring you ≠ respecting you.

“I actually don’t have much money.

Even if you take it all, it’s less than seven hundred million dollars.”

Elder Jia hurriedly spoke, trying to keep some money hidden.

“Smack!”

Chief Glu gave him another “courteous” slap across the face.

“Are you trying to fob off a beggar?

You left a hole of several billion dollars in Hua Country, and you’re telling me this is all you’ve got?”

Chief Glu’s bottom line was twenty million dollars; Accountant Jia’s cashed-out shares alone had already amounted to over one hundred and thirty billion, the equivalent of about two billion dollars.

But Accountant Jia had reduced that by a third right off the bat.

Chief Glu didn’t like boys who lied.

Elder Jia was so dizzy from the slaps, he regretted fleeing Hua Country for the first time.

In Hua Country, even if he was bankrupt, he wouldn’t be subject to such humiliation—to die with at least some dignity.

“Some of the money I have to return, otherwise debt collectors will come knocking.

Some of it never even entered my pocket.

Moreover, going through the emigration process, I had to be skinned again, I…”

“Smack!”

Cheng Daqi, exhausted, lit a cigarette and stood to one side, watching Mr.

Glu “collecting payment”.

Accountant Jia, why did you even start?

Use the engine you gave me to start a fire; that’s important, and consider it a good deed from you, a big scammer.

In the secret room, the sound of smacking was unceasing.

Chief Glu, being an experienced officer, understood that Accountant Jia’s mental defenses were broken, and now was the perfect time to press his advantage.

The situation was settled; CEO Cheng left the secret room first.

For some reason, he now very much wanted to find Zhao.

At the entrance to the tunnel, Eris came to meet him.

“Cheng, how’s it looking?”

Seeing the slight redness in the eyes of his West Coast proxy, Cheng Daqi inexplicably smiled; it seems he wasn’t the only one nervous.

“Eli, you’ll get at least this much from this deal!”

Looking at the fingers Cheng Daqi stretched out, Eris struggled to control his emotions.

“Twenty million?”

It wasn’t less, it was more; at least twenty million dollars, an amount that absolutely delighted Eris beyond expectation.

“Yeah, do good work and keep it clean.

I’m leaving now.

If Mr.

Glu has any demands, you better handle them seriously.”

CEO Cheng left with Riel, while Eris stood in place for a long while before excitedly pumping his fist.

In the past, he always felt that Cheng Daqi’s attitude towards him changed too quickly, somewhat arrogant.

Now, he just wanted to kiss Cheng Daqi’s cheek, telling him—please go harder.

If CEO Cheng needed it, he’d even wag his tail!

This was Cheng Daqi’s goal.

Get things done, earn money, share money, gather people, build momentum.

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At the entrance of Zhao’s Chinese-style villa, CEO Cheng’s Tesla stopped on the roadside.