My American magical life
Chapter 551 - 551 91 How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name Seeking 12000 Monthly Votes!

551: Chapter 91: How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name (Seeking 12,000 Monthly Votes!) 551: Chapter 91: How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name (Seeking 12,000 Monthly Votes!) Scott was about to embark on a challenging political career.

He staggered even before making an appearance, having already been taught a lesson by Wolf Dracula, the guide CEO Cheng had recruited for him.

In some ways, he was lucky.

Many people would spend a fortune to learn what Wolf and CEO Cheng taught him for free.

However, compared to Scott, another staggering figure was not so fortunate.

“Elder Jia, shall we go back?

I’m fed up with the daily worry of being remembered in America.

They caught us without explanation.

I wanted to find a lawyer, but they just hit me.

Is there no law in America, no justice?”

Accountant Jia’s family was taken away by Gru’s subordinates and detained by the LAPD for over a week.

They were frightened and angry, but ultimately impotent with rage.

A dragon, no matter how mighty, cannot suppress the local snakes; and they were far from mighty dragons, while Gru was no ordinary local snake.

Faced with his family’s advice, Accountant Jia, lying in the hospital bed, sighed.

“It’s okay, no one will bother us anymore.”

His leg had not yet healed, and he likely needed over a month of rest, but his family only knew of his car accident.

In reality, he had nearly lost everything.

“Elder Jia, what do you mean by that?

Could it be?”

Accountant Jia’s family looked at him expectantly, mistaking his comment for the support of a powerful figure.

“It’s nothing, you all go home first; I still have guests coming later to discuss matters.”

Elder Jia dared not say more, his security team having already been replaced by the Croatian gang under Eris’s command.

Eris had two gangs under her: the Lolo Gang in Saint Rodu, and the Croatian gang in San Francisco; both were bona fide criminal organizations, adept at dealing with dirty work.

Having received the promised twenty million dollars from CEO Cheng, it was time to get things done.

Bringing the Croatian gang from San Francisco to Saint Rodu to carry out the task was a meticulous detail by Eris, the West Coast dream-chaser.

Even if CEO Cheng had vast connections that forced Eris into this puzzle, he would maneuver to the best of his abilities within his capacity.

As the family left, Accountant Jia gazed at the empty hospital room and silently shed tears.

He had been anxious about not seeing his family for days, and now that he had finally met them, his emotions erupted completely.

Fallen from grace, bullied by pack of dogs, he couldn’t accept this!

“Knock~ Knock~”

The sound of knocking came, and Accountant Jia quickly wiped away his tears, forcing a composed expression.

The door opened, and Elder Li hurried in with a sense of urgency.

“Elder Jia, get up quickly, what are you still doing lying here at this hour!”

Having been reprimanded by Elder Li before, Accountant Jia dared not act recklessly.

Seeing that Elder Li was about to command his men to drag him off the bed, he shouted out.

“Easy, my leg!

My leg is still broken!”

Elder Li ignored Accountant Jia’s panic, stood with arms crossed and coldly watched his men handle this big swindler with a broken leg.

Soon, Accountant Jia was pressed into a wheelchair.

“Brother Li, what’s this about?

I’ve been very obedient, really, I’ve behaved.”

Elder Jia didn’t dare to be too smart; he was frightened, terrified of dying.

A person can be generous when they have backbone, but once the spirit is broken, the neck can no longer stiffen.

“We’re taking you to a press conference; you need to keep yourself in the limelight.

Elder Jia, sometimes I even envy you, you celebrity businessman, hahaha.”

Li Haiping’s words only confused Accountant Jia further.

A press conference?

What’s the point of meeting the press looking like this?

“Brother Li, given my current condition, let’s not bother, it was just a car accident, nothing to talk about.”

Elder Jia didn’t want to appear so wretched and tried his best to change Li Haiping’s mind.

But Li Haiping wasn’t the decision-maker, he didn’t dare to act recklessly.

“Elder Jia, this is a good thing; it’s easier to make a comeback when you’re famous, right?”

Li Haiping’s words made Accountant Jia’s teeth hurt even more.

So bullying me by putting the news out about my broken leg, huh?

Breaking my leg in the first place just to get me in the news again today?

The big swindler will never understand that the billions he defrauded are the true inhuman acts.

Compared to the evil he committed, today’s retribution is so minor it’s almost despairing.

“Brother Li, who are they?”

Pointing to the makeup artists who were walking in, Accountant Jia asked, somewhat dazed.

Li Haiping didn’t answer; he just stood by the door, checking his phone while the two makeup artists set up their tools on the table in front of Accountant Jia and started applying makeup.

CEO Cheng’s plan had a wild, romantic flair.

Broken leg, right?

Great news!

The first trending search: “Accountant Jia in America suspected of being beaten half to death by enemies; both legs broken!”

The second trending search: “True man Accountant Jia tearfully pledges, even with broken legs, I won’t give up on car manufacturing to repay debts; debts must be repaid!”

The third trending search: “Who do you think was the kind soul that broke Accountant Jia’s legs, was it Xu Belt?”

The fourth trending search: “Xu Belt remains silent, seemingly confirming the rumors, what do you think about Belt Brother getting rid of Jia’s harm?”

Revenge, eradication of evil, unyielding promises, the love and hate between two boys, tycoon, billions in bad debts—so many elements, all overflowing.

With a slight push on this marketing wave, with Accountant Jia’s status as the former web traffic god of the Chinese internet, he could easily reign over the trending search lists again.