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Chapter 589 - 589 98 Christmas Cheng Daqi and His Friends_5

589: Chapter 98: Christmas, Cheng Daqi and His Friends_5 589: Chapter 98: Christmas, Cheng Daqi and His Friends_5 Keep moving forward, my friend, the future lies beneath your feet.

——Chan.

Kernor was an enthusiastic onlooker, watching with great interest from behind Scott as Cheng Daqi wrote a note to the blond veteran.

“Buddy, what does it say?”

Sani looked at the poor kid with a complex expression.

Kernor could speak, but his reading and writing abilities were very poor, a true reflection of some of America’s lower-class African Americans.

But this could also be a sign of confidence and innocence.

It was precisely because he resonated with the deeply-rooted experiences of other black individuals that he could thrive on the streets, not die on some cold, dark night, and wait to meet Cheng Daqi, thereby escaping that dreadful mire.

Scott sighed and replied,

“It’s nothing much, take a look at what Chan sent you.”

The other two didn’t notice he was changing the subject and happily started opening their gifts.

“Ha, this is Thanos’s Infinity Gauntlet, oh my God, I love it so much.”

The boy who loved abstract confections adored the world of superheroes; when people struggle in despair, they yearn for miracles that could save them, so he liked Marvel’s stories, yet this didn’t stop him from wanting an Infinity Gauntlet for himself.

‘Snap’!

A snap of the fingers, and then the world became silent.

“This is so cool!”

Kernor put on the gauntlet; the golden glove already had all the stones assembled, and with just a slight movement of his fingers, the gems lit up.

Sani also opened her gift, which she was initially worried about, as her box was the smallest and thinnest.

But when she opened it, she was stunned.

It was a letter, a strange letter.

Besides the letter, there was also a small note left by CEO Cheng—knowing Kernor couldn’t read, he didn’t leave one for him.

“Hey, guess what, I’ve got you a letter of recommendation, and UCLA’s doors are now open for you.

When I first came down to America and ended up on the streets…

Anyway, Sani, I need your help, just as I needed Cort’s help, but before that, you need to go to university.

By the way, don’t worry about not being able to keep up with the courses.

UCLA is very accommodating to students, and you’re also quite smart.

Go to university and then join me in changing the world.

As I write this, I was going to ask ‘is that okay with you?’, but I’ve decided not to.

If even you reject me, then my life would be a failure.

After all, you’re my most trusted friend!

——Chan.”

As Sani read to the end, her eyes began to feel a little sore.

Her life had been changed by Cheng Daqi, and it was getting better and better.

As a friend of Cheng Daqi, she certainly wouldn’t refuse CEO Cheng’s kindness.

Although the word “university” was strange to her, she felt she could give it a try.

I might not be smart enough, and I might not do well, but I am willing to try.

The recommendation letter was processed along with Elder Li’s daughter, and through someone introduced by Mi’er, CEO Cheng easily got both of them into UCLA, which is just how bizarre America’s recommendation letter admissions system is.

Of course, CEO Cheng also did not skimp on brokering benefits with UCLA.

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“The day after tomorrow, I hope as soon as possible.

We’ve also found a prestigious school in Shanhaiguan within Hua Country, hoping to establish a collaborative mechanism, but the bureaucratic nature of universities there makes it not so smooth.

If MAS can establish an institution focused on the research and exploration of the short video field with UCLA, I mean borrowing the name, you know, anyway, both MAS and Shanhaiguan are my companies.

If we can nail it on the UCLA side, then it’ll be much easier to handle on the Shanhaiguan side.”

Names are important.

For a name, Cheng Daqi could spend a million dollars collaborating with Guo Chongyang’s private Ludao Art Vocational College, all for the sake of the “Ludao New Millennium Media Research Institute” title.

But that’s not enough—fine for the short term, the title “Ludao New Millennium Media Research Institute” can enhance mutual trust and significantly improve the success rate when recruiting and signing internet celebrities.

Looking at the long term, if Shanhaiguan wants to go further, they need a bigger and more authoritative platform as their business card.

It’s tough to work within the country, so Cheng Daqi chose to bloom outside the wall and then bring it inside, exporting before selling domestically, a logic that always holds value, especially within bureaucratic institutions.

“It should be no problem, but I don’t understand why you’re investing three million dollars into this, Chan, it’s too much, even though the money is still under your control, but MAS needs a healthy cash flow.”

Temir was putting a hairpin on Lisa while discussing the MAS collaboration with UCLA with Cheng Daqi.

“After all, I’m a visiting professor at UCLA.

Next year, after I start teaching, I will have to consider how the students see me.

Out of the three million, I will allocate a part as scholarships and another part to support their creation of short videos.

On one hand, it’s to recruit for MAS, and on the other, to broaden my influence.

Short videos are a new thing, so why can’t I become an expert in this field?”

CEO Cheng always had ideas, leaving Temir and Lisa astonished.

You?

An expert?

“Don’t look at me like that.

There isn’t a unified standard for experts in the social sciences.

A visiting professor like me, if I can write papers that are recognized by others, can totally become an expert.”

It’s not Cheng Daqi being arrogant; it’s just how the social sciences are—many different schools of thought can be self-consistent within their own theoretical frameworks, and although it somewhat smells of intellectual inbreeding, it’s actually very normal in academia.

Not to mention, there are so many fraudulent academicians, professors, and academic oligarchies—across China, America, Europe.

“Okay, Chan, I can’t imagine what you’re going to teach the students, how you’re going to teach them…

never mind, honey, this hairpin suits you well.”

Temir was about to speak about the horrifying things Cheng Daqi had done, but she realized Lisa was present and pulled back at the last moment.

However, the blond white girl had some thoughts on her words.

“You misunderstand Chan, I also couldn’t see the difference between MAS and other MCNs at first, but I’ve recently discovered that our signed internet celebrities create viral videos with ease under Chan’s direction; his approach to short videos is amazing.

Considering short videos have only appeared so recently, it could be said that Chan’s talent in the short video field has already been proven by the market.”

CEO Cheng glanced at Mi’er and smiled, raising his eyebrows at her.

Lisa performed well today; it might be worth considering giving her some bonus.