My American magical life
Chapter 796 - 796 38 Leader 5

796: Chapter 38 Leader 5 796: Chapter 38 Leader 5 Cheng is busy, busy dealing with Gru.

Yes, dealing with Gru, not sorting out the troubles of West State Logistics.

From Cheng Daqi and Temir’s perspective, as a logistics giant worth tens of billions, West State Logistics can easily overcome any big trouble.

Come on, those who don’t want to help West State Logistics solve its problems are the ones in real trouble.

Property value isn’t something unique to one place, and being a logistics giant, West State Logistics naturally holds intrinsic value for the politicians of America.

Therefore, Mi’er confidently left the matter of West State Logistics to Cheng, while she busied herself with another issue.

Not with OC’s entry into China, as the overall direction for that had been previously set.

Mi’er was busy accepting gifts from Achilles.

The troubles of West State Logistics were just the first to erupt, and she worried Achilles had buried other landmines for her.

Even if Achilles claimed all his intentions were good, neither Mi’er nor Cheng would truly believe it—naive fools don’t stand firm.

Thus, standing on the desolate and empty square, Mi’er, with a head full of black lines, asked the manager beside her.

“So could you tell me why this old house is valued at two hundred million Dollars?”

The abandoned lawn was overgrown with wild grass, buildings that once looked imposing were now covered in creeping ivy, and the street trees beside the road had become gnarled with time.

This place, old enough to be a ghost movie set, is somehow appraised at two hundred million.

From any angle, this was utterly absurd.

One could only say, this seems to be capitalism.

“Ah, Ms.

Temir, this is a compromise made by a debtor who couldn’t repay his debts, to make the balance sheet look prettier.

A two hundred million valuation sounds high, but these eight hundred acres of land alone are worth at least eighty million Dollars.

Considering these buildings on top of it, well, one hundred and fifty million Dollars is fairly reasonable, so the two hundred million valuation is passable.”

The black-haired rich lady touched her forehead in resignation.

She understood.

“Was this place a hospital before?”

“No, it was a school.

Then, due to urban development and government planning, the school moved elsewhere, and a businessman acquired this place.

Later on, this businessman went bankrupt, and then…”

Temir thought it over, and really couldn’t figure out what else this place could be used for.

“Can this land be sold?”

“It can, but there’s no need to sell it now.

It’s too large; selling it cheaply would seem like a loss, and setting a high price would deter buyers.

It’s better to keep it until the market conditions are more favorable.

We currently only hire four custodians here, and the annual maintenance cost is less than two hundred thousand Dollars, so we can afford to wait.”

“Alright, what’s next?”

The black-haired rich lady shook her head with gloom, bracing herself to continue the tour.

In theory, she didn’t need to do any of this hands-on work, but the girl was a bit afraid of her brother, so she chose to see everything herself before feeling at ease.

“A small hydroelectric power station, in Utah, quite far, and it’s only worth forty million Dollars.”

What he probably meant was, for such a tiny property, a big shot like you needn’t bother visiting, someone else could handle it.

It wasn’t because he was sympathetic; it was just that accompanying an unpredictable big boss on field inspections was too stressful, and he wanted to slack off.

“OK, let’s go now and aim to be back by tonight.”

After Temir finished speaking, she got into her Mushang and started to compose a sorrowful message to Cheng.

The would-be slacker shrugged his shoulders and got into another car.

That’s how it is for workers, the boss only needs to give orders, and workers have much more to do.

The motorcade started, and Temir was once more on the move for Xinshi Group’s stability.

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Sharing a jail cell is a special emotional connection; among many gangs in America, whether one has been ‘schooled’ in prison can even denote a gang member’s status.

Coincidentally, Domo and Eli had both been refined through prison time, and they were even locked up together.

What’s more remarkable is that Eli had even shared several meals with Domo.

So when Eli had a narrow escape and Domo landed on his feet, the hefty youngster shifted his previous ‘Poisonous Snake’ nickname for Eli and regarded him as a true blood brother.

Disregarding their age difference, Domo and his dad have their own things with Eli.

The night in San Rodolfo, the bustling streets, the lightly dressed girls, the hooded young black guys, ah, as always, both beautiful and free.

“Vroom!

Vroom!

Vroom!”

The roar of the sports car’s engine, no matter how expensive your car is, it still gets stuck in traffic, but the passersby would at most curse a bit and not dare to say more.

The busier the streets, the more police patrol, and not even the bravest ‘little black’ would dare to mess with the rich in the commercial streets downtown.

Eli leaned back in a chair outside a small tavern, onto the sidewalk, legs crossed on the table.

While playing with his phone, he waited for his brother Domo.

Soon, a yellow Ferrari 458 stopped at the curb beside Eli.

As bystanders looked on, a corpulent fatso emerged from the car.

He struggled to stand up, but sports car seats are just too anti-fatso.

Finally, after repeated unsuccessful attempts, the hefty youngster Domo propped himself on one hand and rolled out of the sports car seat.

The round and chubby fatso, the sleek roll, it seemed rather mismatched with the sports car.

“Fuck, even people like this can drive a sports car, fuck America!”

Eli could even hear the murmurs of the passersby, but he certainly didn’t share this senseless notion.