My American magical life
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557: Chapter 91: How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name (Seeking 12,000 Monthly Votes!)_7 557: Chapter 91: How Do You Wish History To Write Your Name (Seeking 12,000 Monthly Votes!)_7 I originally thought that I’d wait a while before investing a few million, but they moved quickly.

No sooner had Geweil responded to their message than they had already gathered the funds.

Benny Donce had this sneaky motive for his own purchase, but the founder of MAS isn’t lacking in the ability to raise funds, so Benny’s plan turned into a farce in front of CEO Cheng’s swift financing rate.

“Tell me more.”

Benny had piqued Robert’s interest.

He put down his phone and shifted to a half-sitting position.

He motioned for the beach beauty to come over for service, and while enjoying the massage, Robert listened to Benny Donce’s introduction.

“…, there are roughly three shareholders now: Caramacris, Crusoe, and the founder himself.”

“He’s indeed ambitious.

He’s looking for financing not for the money, but for resources.

If it weren’t for you, this bad boy, running into Geweil, that idiot, Niu Sen would have been in as well.

Ha, MAS, what does that name mean?”

Robert is familiar with the rules of America, and he showed some interest in the highly capable MAS.

Benny Donce, being teased by his boss, didn’t feel much shame.

Elites in America don’t care much for politeness, do they?

Doing something sneaky?

No!

Just business!

“Mountains and seas, it’s a bit of a strange name, isn’t it?

What do you think?”

Benny Donce didn’t quite get Cheng Daqi’s Chinese-style humor.

His reason for introducing MAS to his boss was simple—the cultural empire of Disney needed constant expansion, fresh blood.

MAS gave Benny a special kind of impression.

At first, he was only interested in Cheng Daqi, the founder, but later learned some details about MAS from Geweil.

Not knowing would have been better.

Once Geweil had finished speaking, Benny was moved.

He also realized that Cheng Daqi had deliberately not mentioned MAS at Gru’s wedding back then.

At that time, they barely knew each other, so it was normal for CEO Cheng to hold back.

Thus, Benny Donce spoiled Geweil’s investment intentions—he wanted to hang CEO Cheng out to dry.

But CEO Cheng’s speed of deployment was too fast, leaving Benny eating his dust.

“Let’s see.

It’s too small, not very interesting.”

Robert’s hips began to move faster, their private beach belonging only to the two of them, with no need to consider outsiders.

Benny Donce, without a sideways glance, offered his suggestions.

“I’ll arrange for someone to get in touch with MAS, so when their second round of financing comes, let our investment department follow up.

What do you think?”

Robert had no time to give an opinion.

“GOD!

Good girl, this is your tip, your mouth is fantastic!”

Seeing his boss had no interest, Benny Donce wisely shut his mouth and didn’t bring up the investment in MAS again.

Robert Iger gave Benny a look without showing any reaction and lay back down on the beach.

Disney is a super cultural megacorporation, having TV channels, production companies, distribution companies, websites, physical industries, and a massive amount of copyrights.

It’s big, so big that even operating as a manager, Robert can earn hundreds of millions of Dollars in salary each year.

However, at the same time, the interests it encircles have been eyed by many.

For someone like Benny Donce, a mascot-like networker, Robert never expected him to provide any worthwhile investment or business advice.

But today, Benny uncharacteristically pushing a startup, even confessing his bad deeds in conversation, really turned Robert off.

Kid, I can see right through you, I just can’t be bothered to call you out!

Poor Benny, he doesn’t understand that in his boss’s eyes, he’s just become an idiot.

—————–

Another familiar late night, CEO Cheng stood up from his seat, weary, and noticed that the light was still on in Lisa’s neighboring office.

“Hey, what are you up to?”

The blonde white girl, annoyed, ran her fingers through her hair.

She looked up and glared at CEO Cheng, who leaned against her door.

She didn’t say a word.

Lisa reached for her cup only to realize it was empty.

“I’ll pour for you, you’re busy.”

CEO Cheng, ever so observant, hurriedly poured coffee for his employee, Lisa, who was the ‘pinnacle of great peak stamina and near-super stage of awesome.’

“Chan, I’m studying California’s employee protection laws.

Remember that pregnant lady from last time?

She’s tough, really tough.

Our people talked to her, but she recorded the conversation, and they were a bit stupid.

Now, the situation is very awkward.

It’s obvious she was at fault first, but she’s using her pregnancy to try to bite us back.

What do you think we should do?”

Pregnant, a minority—but drug-using, according to the terms of MAS and its signed internet celebrities, she’s liable for a breach of contract fee.

Yet now, this woman even wants to grab a chunk from MAS.

She wants to grab from CEO Cheng.

All I can say is, she’s got imagination and guts—more guts than Scott.

Who is CEO Cheng?

CEO Cheng is the tough guy who can scare Accountant Jia into thinking about running away on a broken leg!

“Is she very aggressive?”

“Not just aggressive, how do I put it, she’s crazy.

She wants to bite a large sum from us, two hundred thousand Dollars.”

The diverse population of America gave CEO Cheng a bit of a shock.

“Let’s go through the legal process first, exhaust all avenues, and if the outcome isn’t favorable, I’ll handle it.”

For a drug-involved internet celebrity with heavy magic resistance, CEO Cheng didn’t have many options, because after all, he wasn’t a real Demon.

The magical reality of America had time and again refreshed CEO Cheng’s understanding.

Just the other day, he used LGBT topics to mess with Accountant Jia.

And in less than two weeks, he got hit back by the boomerang of political correctness.

For now, let’s drag it out.

MAS can’t bow its head too easily.

The company’s interests and principles are very important, even CEO Cheng can’t just slap his own face.

“Well, I’m off work then, goodnight!”

The blonde white girl said, as she got up and started packing her things.

Once everything was packed, she noticed the coffee on the table.

Thinking of her tragic life serving the capitalists, she glared at CEO Cheng, lifted her cup, and downed it in one gulp.

Lisa thought she had been through enough, but as she passed by the makeshift studio, she found someone even more ‘beastly’ than herself.

It was Zhao—’the pinnacle of great peak stamina and near-super stage of extreme beastliness.’

This girl was still shooting.

She had classes during the day and the pressure from managing four accounts made her often shoot late into the night.

When CEO Cheng entered the studio, Lisa paused her steps for a moment and followed him in.

After all, Lisa and Zhao had a good relationship.

They were both pure-hearted and kind girls; it wasn’t surprising they could talk to each other.

They chatted with Zhao for a bit and then left.

After all, everyone was a city man or woman; working overtime was the norm.

Descending in the elevator with Cheng Daqi, Lisa glanced at the robust Riel, knowing he was Cheng Daqi’s man.

“Chan, if the court approves that drug-using pregnant woman’s demands, what will you do?”

Truth be told, CEO Cheng didn’t have much of a plan since that lady was quite special.

He pondered for a while and then came up with an idea.

“Our response has been pretty lenient.

If she insists on suing to extort us, we can arrange for a pro bono lawyer for her, Lisa, you get it.”

Cheng Daqi winked at Lisa, and the blonde white girl got the message.

“Chan, hahaha, you’re a bit naughty.”