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Chapter 797 - 797 38 Leader 5_2
797: Chapter 38 Leader 5_2 797: Chapter 38 Leader 5_2 “Hey, over here!”
The chubby chef got up from the ground, dusted off the dust on his Versace jacket, frowned when he couldn’t get it off, and then walked towards Eris, hand in hand with a female companion.
“Isn’t this place a bit too ordinary?”
Domo’s female companion was one of those aspiring models who yearned for high society, she whispered into Domo’s ear.
“Shut up, I’m not ordinary around here, okay?”
After a stint in jail, the chubby chef had completely changed his personality, from dream-chasing Domo to portly gentleman Domo.
The sports car roared to life, and the model snuggled up.
“Let’s get drunk while we can,” Eris’s fear at the time had completely changed Domo’s view of the world.
“Hahaha, how about we change the location?”
Eris, the old silver coin, didn’t care about women’s words at all; he was just saying it for Domo’s sake.
“Forget it, Eris, do you know about BEC?
The LEC platform is also rumored to be orchestrated by Chan.
Right now, both are hotter than ever, with BEC’s total market cap nearly hitting ten billion, it’s insane!”
How could Eris not know about the twists and turns involved?
His brother’s hand was broken because of these things.
But his brain and cultivation prompted him not to speak inappropriately.
“The financial market is like this; market value could shoot to the sky when hyped, but it’s all illusory.”
Eris invited Domo and his female companion to sit down, then told his subordinate.
“Bring out the wine I stored.
Domo, you don’t know, this is the best little bar in San Rodolfo.”
Before the portly gentleman could speak, his female companion asked.
“Here?”
“Hahaha, yes, back then I was young, earning very little each month, and I loved coming here after work to drink a cup, getting drunk enough to survive till the next day in this world that looks down on the poor.”
Zhong Deng and Pengte started chatting, and Domo listened intently.
“This is Mr.
Eris, my good friend.”
The portly gentleman did a brief introduction and continued talking with Eris about BEC coins.
“You don’t know the specifics of BEC, Eris.
This coin is very special; remember you went there too?
I wanted to talk to you, but you left too early.”
Eris didn’t leave early; he was given a task by the big boss.
“Hahaha, I know about BEC, to be honest, I even bought some, hahaha.”
Seeing Eris’s laughter showing his molars, Domo asked enviously.
“How much did you make?”
Eris modestly replied.
“Oh, not much, just barely enough to buy one of your cars.”
As an executive participant in two major cryptocurrency projects, Eris made a billion!
Equivalent to his earnings from ten years of hard work!
Why else would he love being a dogsbody for his boss?
His boss genuinely offers money and opportunities!
In front of wealth, even Niusen couldn’t resist the temptation, let alone Eris!
“BEC promoted they raised 2.3 billion dollars.
Based on the current market value, that’s easily quadrupled!
Ah, you better cash out while you can, I feel it won’t last; the current price is too inflated.”
Eris has been battered in the cryptocurrency market for years; he certainly has his opinions.
“Domo, you might want to pay attention to the list of cornerstone investors of BEC, Geweil is in it.”
The portly gentleman thought of the Niusen that showed up that day.
“Niusen?”
Eris nodded mysteriously, sighing.
“LCE’s cryptocurrency exchange’s slogan has a line—’California’s own cryptocurrency trading platform.’ Guess why they advertise like that?
Also, guess why Niusen went to BEC coin’s ICO ceremony?”
That pretty much hinted at it, and the portly gentleman, somewhat expectantly, made a suggestion.
“Geweil…
Eris, can we talk to him, might he know some inside information?”
“Ha, you might as well go directly to Chan.
I bought BEC based on his recommendation.
He also invested in it, as did Wolf and Temir; don’t forget, your dad has a good relationship with them.”
“Ah, I don’t know how to face Chan now, Eris, do you know about the recent issues?”
Domo was complaining about his ‘good friend’.
“Come, try the drink here, it’s really good, hahaha.”
Eris chose not to speak, he was genuinely scared now.
Cheng is too cunning, cunning to the point that Eris couldn’t guess his intentions, and he was extremely fearful.
At the end of the gathering, Domo adamantly refused to get involved in the supercar business anymore and called for his family’s driver to take him back to his apartment.
On the car ride, the model girlfriend who was clinging to his arm, asked,
“What does that Eris do?
I saw him come for a drink with a bodyguard?”
She was curious about the upper-class society, and the refined old boy Eris piqued her interest to delve deeper.
“Ah, he’s a legend in this city.”
Domo drunkenly exclaimed,
“Legend?
I don’t feel it.”
The chubby prince leaned on the model’s shoulder, muttering,
“Because I’m also a legend in this city, the future one, hahaha.”
Walking a journey to the gateway of death, Eris no longer chased after dreams, joining Domo in giving up.
So what about being a legend?
In San Rodolfo, Eris became a legend among regular folks through underworld connections, yet still served under Cheng.
One day in the future, Domo is destined to inherit a huge fortune, yet he could only become a vassal of Cheng.
Being a legend is useless, this is America, the land of capital.
Cheng Daqi isn’t particularly wealthy, but capital isn’t only about being rich; it isn’t isolated, static, one-dimensional.
Capital represents a type of production relationship—what does this relationship produce?
Value!
And Cheng, using strength, wisdom, and results, proved his value!
Equating capital to money is a mechanical and one-dimensional foolish view.
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“Grul, when solving problems you must have a holistic approach, can’t be limited to one thing, that’s something common officers do, you are the leader of LAPD, I have expectations for you.”
Cheng’s daily disciplining.jpg.
“But Pengte and Baiyel definitely have issues, they must have taken money that they shouldn’t!”
Well, Sheriff Gru truly had an infinite passion for generating revenue.
Extorting money, he loved it.
Dealing with a Grinstone was just an appetizer, he wanted to continue killing, what Cheng was doing now was holding back his eager blade.
Regardless of whether Gru’s judgments were true or false, Cheng Daqi couldn’t let him kill indiscriminately—if all the people were gone, wouldn’t West State Logistics just belong to you, Gru?
“There are no perfect employees, presently the most important thing for West State Logistics is stability, we’ve already involved two factions, think about how many people this affects, let’s get through next month before discussing anything else.”
Cheng’s words had a certain meaning, Gru didn’t know if he understood them, instead he brought up another matter.
“Chan, the debts of West State look huge, but the company itself can generate cash flow, we might only need to invest a few billion Dollars to get out of a financial difficulty.”
Gru is a smart man—not that kind of smart, perhaps not as smart as Cheng Daqi, Wolf, or Achilles, but his cleverness has supported him all the way to the position of LAPD Chief.
So, he’s actually quite smart.
This Black Police observed Cheng Daqi’s facial expression, and seeing that Cheng was still looking at his phone, he summoned the courage to speak.
“I have about six billion Dollars in shares in LCE, BEC, Chan, I also don’t have much to spend on right now, do you think it’s suitable to invest these into West State?”
On the helicopter, everyone heard what Gru said, but only Cheng understood what he was talking about.
This statement, in Cheng’s view, had at least four layers.
The first layer: I am now on your side, my money is in your hands, I want to ask, is that money still mine?
The second layer: If it’s still my money, then I’m willing to use my money to help you solve problems, see, am I not loyal?
The third layer: West State Logistics is in trouble, I’m willing to put in money to solve the problem, can I take a portion of West State Logistics’ shares?
The fourth layer: I’m just probing you, regardless of what kind of response you give, even if it’s forcefully taking and being shameless, it still counts as a success of my probe.
Cheng Daqi looked at Gru, who appeared ‘sincere’, ‘reliable’, ‘eager’, and his heart was actually a bit bitter.
This is real progress, even Gru had reached this level, America truly has abundant talents.
He understood, Gru’s nonsense could not be taken seriously.
This Black Police knew he would definitely understand him, so if Cheng pretended to be foolish, it would actually be turning down Gru’s ‘submission’.
Gru’s statement was, in a way, a special kind of Pledge, having already joined Cheng’s faction, Gru once again initiated the game of performing loyalty, simultaneously expecting a favorable answer from Cheng Daqi.
Troubles, it’s all troubles.
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