My American magical life
Chapter 762 - 762 24 The Hero Appears!_2

762: Chapter 24: The Hero Appears!_2 762: Chapter 24: The Hero Appears!_2 “So, you’ve made a good friend, eh?

When I told you the truth about the situation the day before yesterday, you didn’t believe me.

Now that you’ve seen his act, have you come to a new understanding of him?”

Domo’s heart was a mixture of feelings, it was too magical—his girlfriend was faithless, his friends had ulterior motives, and his old man was cunning and shrewd.

Why can’t everyone be simpler?

He always wanted to be a simple dream-chasing boy, but he knew all too well that there were no dreams in America, this was the real West Coast.

The last person who called himself a West Coast dream-chaser was Eris, and that poor man had already been killed in prison.

Eris fell at the feet of power, and Domo watched helplessly as he transformed from a desperate prisoner into Cheng Daqi’s loyal dog—and he had just noticed it.

That’s why he found CEO Cheng’s platitudes so magical.

You clearly did everything, yet you can still stand before me with a smile.

Ha, Chan, you indeed are a ‘good friend’ worthy of my study.

“But, Father, why do we have to stand with him?

They play with fire and could easily get burned,”

Domo was always cautious by nature, the type whose face was placid but whose mind gleamed too brilliantly to ignore.

“The California Clique has acknowledged it, what can I do?

It seems like Gru that bastard has stepped down…

But our business is truly in Saint Rodu, and they are Republicans, just like us, sigh.”

When the sky falls, the tall ones run, and Old Crusoe, with tears in his eyes, boarded CEO Cheng’s ship.

Otherwise, what could he do?

Get beaten to death by CEO Cheng’s African American henchmen?

Go cry to the other bigwigs of the Republican Party that he was being bullied?

Violence isn’t dignified, but victory is very respectable—the means and the process aren’t that important.

What mattered was that CEO Cheng had really won.

When the victor placed the sword on Old Crusoe’s neck, this sly and cunning California tycoon no longer had any room to maneuver; he could only become a piece in CEO Cheng’s unification of the California Elephant Party.

“Look, Niu Sen is having a pleasant chat with them.

The California Clique is now among the top political forces in America.

I don’t understand it; do you?”

Following the direction of Domo’s pointing, Old Crusoe looked a bit startled and then sighed.

“Don’t get caught up in that.

What matters is to follow the path beneath our feet.

The cake in Saint Rodu is big enough to be worth our fight.”

Having been forced onto Cheng Daqi’s table, Old Crusoe could only tearfully start with the meat.

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Niu Sen actually didn’t know Cheng Daqi, and their chat wasn’t as lively as Domo imagined.

Yes, Cheng Daqi was just a nobody.

He didn’t own his baseball or basketball teams.

He had no towering buildings.

Cheng Daqi Tower sounded odd, and it might never exist.

Outsiders had roughly two impressions of him.

One was that of a weird internet celebrity—how netizens in Hua Country saw him.

The other was as Temir’s male pet—at least, that’s what Niu Sen thought.

So when the nobody Cheng Daqi arrived with the nobody Lisa, Niu Sen stopped his conversation with Geweil and looked astonished at CEO Cheng.

Geweil’s eyes darted to Lisa, then he smiled and greeted Cheng Daqi.

“Chan, long time no see.

This is Henry from Standard Oil…”

CEO Cheng wasn’t too fond of the oil capital intermediary, offering only a slight nod.

“May I have a word with Mr.

Niu Sen alone?”

Niu Sen knew of Cheng Daqi, he was quite bullish on the cryptocurrency platform LCE that CEO Cheng had designed.

But, he didn’t know that it was CEO Cheng’s design.

Thus, Mr.

Governor thought Cheng Daqi was being presumptuous.

You think you’re worthy?

“Ha, of course, of course.”

Geweil took Henry to one side to shoot the breeze, while CEO Cheng took a seat diagonally opposite Niu Sen with Lisa.

There were only over three hundred attendees at the Marriott for the BEC coin ICO conference that day, and Niu Sen was nearly the most significant figure.

Just now, only he, Geweil, and Henry had been sitting at this table.

Now, the Governor’s brother took Henry away, and CEO Cheng sat down with Lisa, attracting the gaze of everyone in the hall.

“So, Chan?

Is that it?

Did Mi’er send you?”

Mr.

Governor had good composure, after all, not even Gru had managed to break his defense.

Looking at the softly-spoken and impressive Niu Sen, Lisa suddenly felt like laughing for some reason.

So, Chan, is this your moment of settling accounts as a victor?

“No, I came on my own, to meet you.

I figured we’d be crossing paths quite a bit in California from now on.”

Cheng Daqi signaled for the waiter carrying wine to come over and took two cups from the tray.

“Ah?

You mean BEC coin?”

Niu Sen was somewhat confused and asked with a smile.

“Come, Mr.

Governor, I’ve practically exhausted all my effort to get to your side, let’s have a drink.”

Cheng Daqi shook his head and pushed the wine glass in front of Niu Sen.

The governor looked down in astonishment, then stared at CEO Cheng as if looking at a fool.

He clearly hadn’t spoken, but his eyes seemed to say it all—kid, you’re invincible.

“Oh, right, you still don’t know who you lost to, do you?”

Cheng Daqi had a bit of a wicked sense of humor.

He was just toying with Niu Sen!

Who asked you to introduce men to Mi’er, you jerk?

Yes, she and I are just friends, but are we ordinary friends?

Presumptuous fool, without showing you some colors, you’ll never know how stupid you are!

So what if you have a high status and a good background?

Aren’t you still played by me until you’re foaming at the mouth?

“What do you mean?”

The governor’s expression turned serious, his gaze on Cheng Daqi becoming hostile, and his voice carried a certain force.

“Ah, Gru is my man, Achilles and Mi’er have always had a bad relationship, and I orchestrated the events in Saint Rodu—it’s basically like that.

So, how about a drink?”

Three sentences put one of America’s top politicians into a state of shutdown.

Gru is my man—I know all your business.

Achilles and Mi’er don’t get along—I won against the odds, and you lost miserably.

I orchestrated the Saint Rodu affair—yep, I’m the puppet master.

Bitter wine went down his throat; Niu Sen was already plotting his retaliation.

“Cheng, we have many misunderstandings between us.

For instance, I actually have a temper; you wouldn’t want to see me angry.”

CEO Cheng chuckled and said with disdain,

“No need for such tests, I stopped using those kinds of threats after kindergarten, Mr.

Niu Sen.

First, watch his performance.

This is a master swindler I’ve carefully found.

A super con-artist, yet he has created the biggest miracle in the history of cryptocurrency.

How do you like that for a stunt?”

Niu Sen thought of many things; he realized he had been too eager to turn the tables, so he turned to look at Lisa.

“And who is this lady?”

While clapping for Lao Jia’s opening speech, CEO Cheng explained,

“Mi’er’s best friend, my friend, and the future general manager of our Xinshi Group.”

“Xinshi Group?”

“Yes, OC and West State Logistics are merging together, along with some other industries…

Achilles, isn’t that beyond your expectations?

Let me think, I suppose we also exceeded your expectations, after all, you middle-aged people were young once too, right?”

Niu Sen stopped talking.

Being taught life lessons by young people over and over, at fifty, he felt like puberty was hitting him for the second time.

“Do you know how much money Geweil put into BEC?”

Niu Sen wanted to remain silent, but CEO Cheng was not going to let him.

Continue the bashing!

“Sixty million, I believe, he mentioned it to me.”

At that moment, Lisa finally understood why Cheng Daqi had brought her here.

He used Gru to trick Niu Sen, leaving him in tears; he pulled Niu Sen along to scour Dollars with BEC coin.

It was incongruous yet magical.

These complicated people, these intricate relationships; you can’t make sense of them just by talking, which is why CEO Cheng wanted her to see it herself, to prepare her mentally for her future role as the general manager of Xinshi Group.

“No, actually it’s three billion— one billion in capital with a threefold leverage; he might have been making money behind your back, hahaha, here’s a free reminder.”

Niu Sen’s hand playing with the empty wine glass suddenly clenched.

Bitter wine oh bitter wine, one cup is a bit too little.