My American magical life
Chapter 552 - 552 91 How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name Seeking 12000 Monthly Votes!_2

552: Chapter 91: How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name (Seeking 12,000 Monthly Votes!)_2 552: Chapter 91: How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name (Seeking 12,000 Monthly Votes!)_2 CEO Cheng works in MCN, playing with the short video industry.

What’s at the heart of the short video industry?

Is it content?

NO!

It’s traffic!

So, under the care of two makeup artists, Elder Jia quickly had his makeup done.

Pleased, Elder Li walked around Accountant Jia and truly admired CEO Cheng from the bottom of his heart.

CEO Cheng, you really know how to market.

His face was healed, yet you specifically found someone to apply makeup on him again.

CEO Cheng, Elder Li is completely impressed.

“Hahaha, that’s good, Elder Jia, here are your lines; take a look.”

Taking the piece of paper handed over by Li Haiping, Accountant Jia grew increasingly bitter inside.

Cheng Daqi’s people are treating him like a dish, using his injury for repeated marketing is just like flipping food in cooking.

Li Haiping, pushing the wheelchair, continued to instruct from behind Accountant Jia.

“Don’t be foolish, Elder Jia, this is actually a good thing.

The bigger your fame, the more useful you are.

The useful ones have the value to keep on living.

So, perform well later!”

Elder Li was too fond of his current life.

CEO Cheng had enough clout, his business wild enough, and as CEO Cheng’s dog, enjoying the feeling of his master’s power was intoxicating.

Pushing Accountant Jia toward the venue for the press conference, and with Accountant Jia sitting in the wheelchair, Li Haiping could just see the back of his head.

Looking at Accountant Jia’s messy hair, all of a sudden, Li Haiping stretched out his palm and smacked hard.

“Slap!”

“Ah!”

“I’m talking to you, why aren’t you answering!”

“Yes!

Yes!

I’ll perform well, Brother Li, I am very obedient!”

Elder Li didn’t continue, but a strange smile appeared on the little old man’s face.

Li Haiping didn’t really care whether he answered or not; he just wanted to slap Accountant Jia, that was all.

Accountant Jia, once a business giant, helmsman of a hundred-billion company, disciple of the Daluo Golden Immortal.

And now?

Awesome, too awesome!

An office in the hospital.

With Elder Li’s coordination, he secured permission to use this space for a press conference under the guise of the wealthy Accountant Jia.

A crowd of reporters from Hua Country’s major media American branches had been waiting with their long and short guns for a while.

Finally, a shrewd photographer spotted Accountant Jia appearing around the corner.

He didn’t announce it but quickly pressed the shutter button.

It was 2018, and Accountant Jia’s popularity on the Hua Country internet was soaring!

Plus, he was suspected to have had his legs broken by enemies.

This type of news, released a minute earlier, means success, capturing both traffic and bonuses!

“Look, Accountant Jia is here, it’s broken, really broken!”

“It’s really true, who did this?”

“Boss Jia, when I saw you last time you were fine on both legs, what happened today that they got broken?”

“Must be karma for scamming too much, this time it’s trouble he brought on himself, debts he shouldn’t owe, can he afford it?”

Looking at the reporters swarming like vultures, Accountant Jia felt conflicted.

“Make way, let Boss Jia in first, we’ll talk inside.

The corridor should be left clear for medical staff.”

Seeing the reporters clogging the hallway, Elder Li began maintaining order with a smile.

The reporters were also polite, after all, everyone was operating in America, where people cross paths frequently, so they all followed Boss Jia into the room.

“Boss Jia, I’m from Nine Sects News; were your legs really broken?”

Accountant Jia sat in the wheelchair, with Elder Li standing not far off.

He didn’t dare to speak out of turn but instead responded according to the script.

“Rumors!

They were not broken but injured in a car accident, that’s all.”

“That doesn’t make sense, Boss Jia, the injuries on your face look like they were caused by punches, were you hit by Autobots?”

This unfortunate reporter might have bought LeEco stock, so he asked quite bluntly.

For a moment, the atmosphere filled with glee.

“Hahaha.”

“Not necessarily Autobots, could also be Megatron.”

“Don’t interrupt; Boss Jia hasn’t answered yet.”

Accountant Jia, ridiculed to the point of numbness, struggled to suppress the chaos in his mind and coolly answered.

“I appreciate everyone’s presence here today, but in truth, I really was in a car accident.

As for these injuries on my face, they were caused by the airbag deployment.

This is also the reason I want to make cars; traditional gasoline cars are neither smart nor safe enough, while Faraday Future’s FF91 has addressed these pain points.

FF91 is a groundbreaking intelligent vehicle, not only is it safe, but it is also highly intelligent.

In the future, we will equip the FF91 with smart driving technology.

As an intelligent electric car serving the top-tier customers, FF91’s intelligence will greatly reduce the owner’s chances of an accident, and its safety features ensure that even if an accident occurs, the distinguished FF91 owners will not be injured by the airbags!”

This notorious swindler spoke smoothly, silencing even the world-weary reporters.

What kind of spirit is this!

Bluffing, with a broken leg yet not forgetting to bluff!

Boss Jia, we condemn your actions, but we admire your shamelessness and resilience!

“Boss Jia, from Nine Sects News, are your legs truly broken?

I find it hard to believe.”

The reporter from Nine Sects News, an old hand in the business, realized that a big liar like Boss Jia could be very capable, and perhaps the broken legs were just part of his PLAY.

To some extent, his guess was right.

This was indeed part of the PLAY, but Boss Jia was no longer the lead.

The one controlling it all was Cheng Daqi, CEO Cheng.