My American magical life
Chapter 795 - 795 37 Leader 4_3

795: Chapter 37 Leader 4_3 795: Chapter 37 Leader 4_3 Looking for a woman to enter the game, President Cheng found one that’s a rare gem in America, even though Temir might be a whore (as Gru thought), she at least was good-looking and smart.

What did he find?

It’s a transgender man!

Oh Gru, dear Gru, Sheriff Gru was almost on his knees begging, and still couldn’t get a bite of house pet food.

Shame, regret, envy, Sheriff Gru’s heart was filled with mixed emotions.

“Ha ha, Chan, what’s up?”

Achilles’ voice came through, and Cheng Daqi answered with a smile.

“Mr.

Achilles, you’ve prepared a big surprise for Mi’er and me, you want us to pay out eight billion to buy our way out?”

Pengte looked at Baiyel in astonishment, confirming silently with lip reading.

‘Temir?’

Baiyel nodded, quite pleased with himself; this time, turning on his allies really paid off.

He shifted the blame to Shabi Greenspoon and managed to show utter loyalty; the road ahead seemed wider.

“Of course not, it seems you’re also aware of the situation with West State Logistics.

Didn’t I earmark other assets for Mi’er before, such as property, stock, and debt securities?

All of these can be liquidated to pay off West State Logistics’ debts.

Of course, how to pay it back is still up to you to decide.

I don’t have that much time, Chan, as long as you can keep your promise and build up California Elephant Party, that’s good enough.”

President Cheng really wanted to blast out, but he restrained himself.

So you, Achilles, have always been born this way, giving money but not completely, beating around the bush while still acting as if you’re completely transparent.

Putting on airs, huh?

“Can I handle West State Logistics’ personnel?”

The three executives present were dumbstruck; it sounded like there was a solution for the debt issue, so why would he want to handle us too?

Handle…

Seeing Gru’s eager gaze, none of them thought this kind of ‘handling’ would be anything good.

“Of course, it’s Mi’er’s company, well, as long as you get her consent, that’ll do.

I’m really looking forward to your wedding sooner, and when that time comes, I’ll give you another ten billion, ha ha ha ha.”

For Achilles, giving money to resolve internal troubles was actually the lowest-cost option because, to him, money was really just a number.

Before, Mi’er wasn’t doing so well, and he didn’t think highly of his foolish sister.

But now, Mi’er was doing so well, lightning-fast she pulled one over on the whole of America, so well that even he was taken aback.

Therefore, Achilles was more than willing to give this girl away as a gift.

Go ahead, get married, then change your surname, have a bunch of kids, live your posh life with my money.

It seems like spending money, but it not only stabilized his own holdings but also shut Antony’s mouth by the way, because such a division was considered to be helping the senior achieve the wish of family expansion.

What a win.

“Come to California when you have time, Niusen really wants to see you, ha ha ha.”

Cheng Daqi hung up the phone and turned towards Greenspoon, who was looking deathly pale.

“Let’s put the debt issue aside for a moment, Greens, I want to give you a chance, but you need to be honest.

Tell me, how much of the company’s money did you swallow?”

Greenspoon was like an electrified cat, almost screaming his reply.

“I didn’t, I haven’t, I…”

He instinctively looked at his ‘comrades’, compared to President Cheng and Gru, Pengte and Baiyel, his old colleagues, indeed seemed like comrades to him.

But to his despair, neither showed any intention to help him, all ignoring his pleading gaze.

“Riel, come, take this man to LAPD, let the reliable Los Angeles detectives help me find out if he has stolen my money.”

Bribery won’t work, but it’s necessary to kill the chicken to warn the monkeys; killing Cyrus is nothing, President Cheng simply chose a vice president as a sacrifice to heaven.

“Don’t touch me, you’re violating my human rights!”

Greenspoon struggled under Giant Bear Riel’s large hands, and President Cheng heckled him with a wicked sense of humor.

“No, you’re the one violating his human rights, he’s part of the sexual minority, someone suffering from psychological disorders, with proof and a medical diagnosis of mental illness, your voice was too loud just now, it might scare him.”

Looking at “Giant Bear Riel,” who was like a towering titan, Pengte racked his brains but still couldn’t associate this human-shaped beast with those terms.

Until this moment, they fully understood what kind of new leader West State Logistics had welcomed.