My American magical life
Chapter 549 - 549 90 MAGA!

549: Chapter 90 MAGA!

(Daily Thousands!)_5 549: Chapter 90 MAGA!

(Daily Thousands!)_5 First run, then adjust your posture, so you can feast on the fattest meat in this enchanting cryptocurrency market.

“Zihao, this position is both a challenge and an opportunity, I take this matter very seriously, so you have to do well.

Whatever university your child wants to attend or job they want to find in the future, I can help you resolve it.”

“Even if they want to enter the White House, Capitol Hill, I can sort it out for you.

Just do your job well and be cautious.

That’s it.”

Cheng Daqi shook his head, leaving behind a sentence that seemed like a threat, a lure, or a display of power, then left with Mi’er.

Chen Zihao had some minor issues, but he was still reliable when it came to work.

After all, he had been researching the technology behind cryptocurrencies since the beginning, and he had even engaged in ICO scams before starting his own small platform.

It was impossible for him to create a groundbreaking company, but as a worker, Chen Zihao was fairly commendable.

After CEO Cheng and Temir left, Desel Eris sighed in relief, shaking his head and stepping forward to put his hand on Chen Zihao’s shoulder.

“Chen, stop overthinking and focus on your work.”

Desel knew very well how much his brother cared about the LCE matter—it was about how far the Eris family could go.

He too hoped that LCE would proceed smoothly, which is why, even if he looked down on Chen Zihao sometimes, he had to pretend to be a good brother in front of him.

Chen, if this falls through because of you, I won’t need others to tell me, I’ll rip you to shreds myself!

Whether Chen Zihao took Cheng Daqi’s threats seriously or not, Desel didn’t know, but he himself did.

The White House, Capitol Hill…

Desel had children too, and he harbored hopes within his heart.

Having been a gangster all my life, I surely can’t let my child be a gangster for a lifetime, can I?

If I do well, does my child also have a chance to enter those places and become a ‘sir’?

Desel’s modest dream was beyond Chen Zihao’s comprehension; he just wanted to live his simple life.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t turn back now.

A cruel idealist decides to sacrifice some people or even parts of himself to get closer to his ideal future.

There has to be a price, doesn’t there?

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“Don’t fear regulation, regulations are made by people too.

Look at history—how many crises were clearly on the horizon, yet no action was taken before they erupted.”

“The timidity and toughness of regulators coexist, we should take them seriously but there’s no need to fear them!”

“They can’t let go!

Because of their personal, trivial, outdated interests, they end up causing greater losses!”

“No one wants to accept responsibility; when there’s a profit, they rush in, but when there’s danger, they gather to discuss how to avoid responsibility!”

“Mi’er, do you think they don’t know that cryptocurrency might not succeed, and might just be a channel for gray money circulation?”

“They know, and they even partake in its use!”

“In the internet age, cryptocurrency is the only asset that can freely cross borders without government permission.

Look at its price curve, the market has given the answer.”

When they arrived in the Bahamas, Mi’er’s private plane was nearly full, so CEO Cheng and Mi’er had to speak in hushed tones.

The trip home was different; thanks to the help from the five-hundred-tonne trucks, there was much more space on the plane.

In the cabin besides Mi’er and CEO Cheng, there were only Danze and Riel.

These two couldn’t possibly belong to Achilles.

Riel saw Achilles as the ultimate goal of his life.

Danze, on the other hand, would prefer to empty his magazine at people like Achilles.

So CEO Cheng finally felt unshackled and dared to share some genuine insights with his business partners.

“You mean you can let go, is that it?”

The raven-haired rich woman rested her chin on her hand, her eyes shimmering with laughter, as she watched her man outline his business ambitions.

“Of course, I’d even cooperate with the Demon.

Sometimes I wonder if that’s just an excuse I make to lessen the sense of guilt inside me.”

“But later, I realized that doesn’t matter, what matters is that I reach the other side.”

To some extent, Cheng Daqi criticized himself every day because he genuinely hoped to join America’s top echelons at the least cost possible.

“Would you abandon me one day?”

Temir asked earnestly, indicating that girls’ concerns are often emotional in nature.

The question was tough, but not something CEO Cheng couldn’t handle.

“If what I want is before me, I could even give up myself, Mi’er, do you understand?”

The raven-haired rich woman did understand, but she refused to admit it.

Temir didn’t want Cheng Daqi to give up on her, no matter how worthy the reason might be.

Cheng Daqi’s eyes might hold a myriad of dazzling, splendid ideals, but in her heart, there was only Cheng Daqi.

“I don’t get it, all men are mad.

Your ambition is too arrogant, Chan.”

The destructive limit of girls’ foolish ideas certainly has bounds, whereas boys’ foolish ideas could turn the world upside down.

“Let’s not talk about that now.

LCE’s future is at least in the billion level; it’s just a question of how much we win.”

“What concerns me now is, when are you going to Hua Country?

We could go together, call Lisa too, and bring along MAS’s top influencers for a trip to Hua Country.”

One of the directions for MAS’s post-funding capital utilization is to engage with brand suppliers and dabble in social e-commerce—not in live-streaming sales.

OC’s financing, even more so, aims at the Asian market.

For CEO Cheng and Mi’er, a trip to Hua Country was quite necessary.

“Chan, you need to think this through carefully.

Going against what is a political consensus in America, if you want to use that for marketing, the backlash will be severe later on.”