My American magical life
Chapter 532 - 532 87 Don't Speak This Is Where It Ends_2

532: Chapter 87: Don’t Speak, This Is Where It Ends_2 532: Chapter 87: Don’t Speak, This Is Where It Ends_2 Either Mi’er had given up her life of several decades and chosen to become a Buddha on the spot—which was even less likely.

There are a million ways for a person to blossom in this world, and Mi’er might not seem like a kind and lovely girl, but she was utterly devoted to CEO Cheng, even willing to give her all.

So, CEO Cheng almost had an infinite tolerance for her—except when Mi’er went crazy and looked for trouble.

“If only we had a fishing rod right now, haha.”

Cheng Daqi felt the lakeside breeze on his outstretched hand and thought that this beautiful scenery was perfect for fishing.

A rod, a big bucket of water, two packs of cigarettes—he could fish here all day long.

Babes?

Anglers don’t need babes!

“I’ll have someone bring it to you, just wait a moment.”

Leaning on CEO Cheng’s shoulder, the black-haired rich woman took out her phone and sent a message to her subordinates who had followed her here.

After she finished, she even looked up at CEO Cheng and realized that he seemed to be looking at her, too.

The two of them exchanged glances in this mutual dependency.

Just like when he didn’t dare to look at Xiao Zhao before, CEO Cheng also didn’t dare to look at Mi’er now.

This time he didn’t focus on the eyebrows; instead, he quickly turned his head away.

The black-haired rich woman didn’t say anything; she just lowered her head and continued to study the surface of the lake.

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“Can you even do this?

It’s been half an hour and you haven’t caught anything; you even let one get away just now!”

The black-haired rich woman couldn’t help it anymore.

Although being with the one she loved made her very happy, Cheng Daqi’s fishing skills were somehow even worse than hers.

Hearing the criticism from the black-haired rich woman, CEO Cheng was instantly Bengbu-ed.

How could you say that I’m not capable?

Yes, I haven’t caught anything yet, but there are many objective reasons, you can’t blame it all on me!

“Maybe the bait has been on too long.” “I’m not quite familiar with the feel of the rod.” “The local fish are impolite and only know how to freeload.”

Temir watched CEO Cheng explain, then laughed happily.

“Cheng, I thought you could do anything, and that you would always do it well, but I didn’t expect this, no I did not.”

Cheng Daqi reminiscenced about Sun Dongxin’s net fishing; if he had a big net right now, he would definitely show Temir his true capabilities.

“Let’s go back; it’s getting dark, there are no lights on the road, and it might be dangerous if we stay out any later.”

The black-haired rich woman didn’t want to leave, and the arms that embraced CEO Cheng tightened a little more.

“With you by my side, I’m not afraid of danger.”

Temir’s love words were cheesy, but they were quite effective.

CEO Cheng felt that he couldn’t keep going on like this.

He clearly tried hard to resist, sigh.

“I have to optimize the PowerPoint and speech for tomorrow when I get back.”

CEO Cheng’s reason was no excuse; he placed great importance on tomorrow’s investors.

These individuals were the same type as Mi’er.

They might not make anything significant happen, but they had the ability to stop many things from happening.

Just like when he wanted to invite Xiao Zhao to Shanhaiguan, CEO Cheng’s BEC and LCE cryptocurrency trading platform needed some strong cornerstone investors.

Cryptocurrency is both simple and complex.

It’s simple because the logic is all about grave-digging, but it’s the grave of modern fiat currency that’s being dug.

It’s complicated because, on the surface, the participants are various platforms and coin enthusiasts, but the actual promoters are the financial capitals at the forefront of the era—they understand diversification and are always ready to grab a ticket that might belong to the next era.

Cheng Daqi, wanting his cryptocurrency projects to take off with the wind, had to consider risk factors, thus he greatly valued tomorrow’s meeting.

“Heh, Cheng, you’re somewhat adorable.

Your things are, at most, an investment of tens of millions of Dollars.

Why do you think those people would come in person?”

When Temir spoke, her hair brushed against Cheng Daqi’s neck, and he turned his head slightly.

Mi’er continued to explain.

“I’m preparing to do three rounds of financing for OC, and the investors coming tomorrow are for that.”

Well, it turns out I’m just a minor character along the way?

CEO Cheng felt a bit wistful; he understood Mi’er’s approach, but he still had questions.

“You don’t see the potential in my LCE (lighting coin exchange) and BEC (blue earth coin)?”

“It’s not that you haven’t done well, but you can’t tell Wolf and others your entire plan, and tomorrow’s investors will be the same.

So, Cheng, it’s best to just brush over it lightly.

I will use the money from OC’s financing to invest in your LCE platform and BEC, but it’s needless to explain their value logic to too many people.”

Xiao Zhao is a career-driven female lead.

Temir is a revenge-driven female lead with strong ambition as well.

“So…

what you’re saying is, you don’t even trust the matters we discussed that day at the Dracula Family’s with Wolf?”

Cheng Daqi’s mind was sharp, and he sensed the subtle logic in Mi’er’s words.

The black-haired rich woman nodded and responded.

“But I still want to try.

Wolf Dracula wouldn’t kill his father just because of our instigation.

The Dracula Family itself already seemed a bit unstable.

Even if he were to seize power, he would have to wait until later.

If he acted hastily, he might mess things up.

His attitude that day was clear, Cheng.

You dealt with that big swindler, and in the future, you might handle your cryptocurrency arrangements, but Wolf won’t make risky or foolish decisions because of these.”

It made sense and aligned with the fundamental logic of events development and behavior of individuals driven by interests.

“Were you laughing the other day because of this?”

“What else?”

Looking at Cheng Daqi as if he were a fool, the black-haired rich woman thought he was sometimes too arrogant.

“What if old Dracula found out his son wanted to take action against him?”