My American magical life
Chapter 547 - 547 90 MAGA!

547: Chapter 90 MAGA!

(Daily Thousands!)_3 547: Chapter 90 MAGA!

(Daily Thousands!)_3 Danze took point at the airport to pick up CEO Cheng and Mi’er, and he even prepared two cars for CEO Cheng.

Cheng Daqi had brought Riel with him, just the two of them, but Mi’er came with a small team of six people, including a driver, a nanny, bodyguards, and a chef.

It wasn’t that Mi’er was too extravagant; this was simply her habit, something she couldn’t do without.

But the problem was that among these people, there might be spies for Mi’er’s brother, Achilles, otherwise it wouldn’t explain how Achilles knew those things between CEO Cheng and Mi’er.

Danze was driving, with Riel sitting in the passenger seat playing with his phone.

CEO Cheng and Mi’er were seated in the back.

“In a bit, Eris’s men will directly crash into the MPV behind us, then they will start fighting, and the people inside will have to spend the next few days in the hospital.

The only silver lining is that LCE has been registered entirely in the Bahamas, and your family doesn’t have much influence there.

It’s all been done by the book, so your brother couldn’t possibly have found out about our little scheme.”

CEO Cheng kept his eyes on the MPV in the rear-view mirror, which was carrying Mi’er’s entourage.

“Your plan sounds good, but my bodyguards are quite capable.

What if Eris’s men can’t beat them?”

Cheng Daqi felt some pressure, while Temir was purely in it for the entertainment.

To her, all these people were just tools, nothing more.

“There’s no ‘what if.’ If they can’t win, we’ll just make Eris come and kneel to ask us to keep playing with him, ha ha ha.”

CEO Cheng wasn’t too worried about mishaps.

Do it and deal with any accidents if they happen!

How can you achieve great things if you’re timid and hesitant?

Being indecisive and soft-hearted doesn’t cut it in America.

In the jungle world of America, when it’s time to cut loose, you cut loose; when it’s time to pull the trigger, you must hit the mark!

With Achilles acting the way he is, it’s not something that can be resolved with ease; you have to be ruthless to cut off his dark hand!

“Why didn’t he make moves when I was raising funds?” asked the dark-haired rich woman about another matter.

“No need to worry, he just wants to watch you grow OC and then snatch it away.

He even asked me privately how many shares I had in MAS.

I told him about thirty percent, and he was quite disappointed.”

CEO Cheng’s “no need to worry” had a touch of humor to it.

Mi’er, your worries are real, but worrying is useless.

Achilles clearly wants to wait until OC lays eggs before he snatches both the chicken and the eggs.

“Fuck, Chan, they might not be going to the hospital anymore!”

Temir didn’t respond to Cheng Daqi’s comment; the girl kept her eyes on the rear-view mirror.

Startled by Mi’er’s exclamation, CEO Cheng jolted and quickly turned around, only to be shocked by the situation behind him.

A black MPV was sent flying by a 500-ton truck, seemingly rolling several times and landing on the roadside.

(A thousand-ton truck is an exaggeration; a 500-ton will suffice)

Brutal!

Eris’s asshole didn’t know how to explain things to his men—they brought in a 500-ton truck to crash into the car!

Thanks to the tracking device Danze installed on the MPV, Eris’s men were able to accurately flip the MPV without even getting out to fight.

Brothers, you’re too damn professional; the situation got a bit out of control!

“It looks like our vacation plans are down the drain.

Let’s sort this out quickly and then head back home.

OC and MAS have just gotten funding, and spending money can be troublesome.”

Seeing CEO Cheng say this, although the dark-haired rich woman was reluctant, she had no reason to object.

OC had secured three hundred million dollars, but with only eighty million in the first installment, she needed to show results quickly.

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The LCE Cryptocurrency Exchange is the project Cheng Daqi has valued the most since his rebirth.

To ensure the successful establishment of this project, CEO Cheng had pretty much stopped at nothing.

Internally, for his own people, LCE was a dining table for making money, a somewhat interesting gray channel for capital, with decent potential for the future.

Externally, for the users, LCE was an ordinary trading platform with no special features at the present.

But in the future, LCE was set to rise like a dark horse because rockets fueled and ready to fly would take off from here—by this, he meant the BEC coin, and Boss Jia’s dirty money would serve as the fuel.

Within these two layers, CEO Cheng had his own logic.

He was short on cash.

The identity business could provide some cash flow, but his career was growing rapidly, and the cash flow from the identity business would definitely not keep up with his ventures in the future.

So, what to do when you’re short on cash?

Raising funds, taking out loans, or robbing—these were the options.

Raising funds in one go wasn’t realistic.

Loans required collateral, and both MAS and Shanhaiguan operated on an asset-light model.

That left robbery, but CEO Cheng wasn’t Gru; he couldn’t just find some subordinates to wear masks and go “shopping” at the bank.

So, Cheng Daqi had a tough time, a really tough time.

His only choice was to start his own bank.

Yes, at its core, the LCE exchange was modeled after a shadow bank.

Thanks to the nature of cryptocurrency, the funds it operated were gray.

And with the Bahamas being LCE’s headquarters, the regulation of cryptocurrency trading platforms was not too robust.

In building LCE’s management framework, CEO Cheng put in a lot of effort, bringing in Eris and Gru for a double insurance play—he was even willing to give Eris twenty million dollars!

On the other hand, what was more important was that, in the future, there would be seats for the scions of various American legacy families among the LCE shareholders!