My American magical life
Chapter 835 - 835 47 The King's Game End Continue the madness 11k votes please!_2

835: Chapter 47 The King’s Game End (Continue the madness, 11k votes please!)_2 835: Chapter 47 The King’s Game End (Continue the madness, 11k votes please!)_2 “Such a pity to return after just half a year of studying, you young people really are bold, haha.”

Wang Xiaoxiao is that kind of strong woman who emerged from the bottom, if misunderstood, one might see her as a somewhat less-accomplished Cheng Daqi or Sun Dongxin.

In modern human society, there indeed exists a bias against women; any woman who can outcompete one rival after another and achieve financial freedom from the bottom up is no ordinary person.

“Educational qualifications are just a label.

For instance, Manager Wang, although you only graduated from high school, your achievements are by no means inferior to those elite students from famous universities.

You are the best example.

Actually, one of the reasons I made this decision is because I was inspired by you.”

Well, villains like Dong Zecheng and Cheng Daqi act, no need for Zhao Hongjin to play that part, saying a few nice words is too easy, Zhao Hongjin’s sweet words made Wang Xiaoxiao extremely pleased.

“Manager Wang, little Zhao, I specifically instructed my secretary to watch for your arrival so I could personally greet you, but I still missed the chance, my apologies for the inadequate reception.”

Dong Zecheng quickly walked over and shook hands with Wang Xiaoxiao, falling into the usual pleasantries.

“This time I wanted to discuss the subsequent promotions, your promotion pace was too fast, none of our executives expected that forty million would be spent in just over two months.”

Wang Xiaoxiao started with a slightly complaining and weak tactic, but Dong Zecheng was not so easily tricked, giving room to talk so that Wang Xiaoxiao could directly ask for money later.

“Hahaha, those hundreds of thousands of new users could easily double, even triple your valuation.

Manager Wang, during your next round of fundraising, those investors will definitely be rushing to give you money!”

Stop with the nonsense and sob stories, you have money!

“By the way, let’s go inside and talk, a friend of mine gifted me a pack of Wuyi Mountain Da Hong Pao a few days ago.

I haven’t had the heart to open it yet, but with you here Manager Wang, it’s a perfect occasion to do so.”

Hearing Dong Zecheng mention the Da Hong Pao, Zhao Hongjin inexplicably shivered.

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In the sweltering ship cabin, there was a foul smell akin to canned sardines, termed ‘human odor’.

This smell was composed by over two hundred individuals crammed in the narrow underdeck, a mixture of damp earth, beer, vomit, and body odor—truly the ultimate in stench.

Yet, some still smelt ‘fragrance’ amidst the stench—this was the scent of freedom!

Wang Weiheng was a young man from Hua Country who dreamt of sneaking into the land known as the ‘beacon of world civilization’—a term dubbed for escapees.

He idolized the great America, a land of immense freedom and equality.

Thus, he borrowed from every possible lender, spending 570,000 to buy himself a ticket to freedom.

The ship carrying Wang Weiheng’s dreams of freedom was far from comfortable, its only advantage over 18th-century slave ships traversing the North Atlantic was the absence of pirates; otherwise, it was no different.

But with light in his heart, Wang Weiheng did not fear the dark!

‘Besides, I’m not the unluckiest one here,’ thought the man with dreams of freedom.

Due to his larger build, Wang Weiheng snatched a spot against the ship wall, though cramped, it allowed him to avoid being completely surrounded.

Even in the darkest, narrowest, and most fetid slave ship decks, there was a hierarchy among people.

As one of the highest class escapees, Wang Weiheng considered himself strong.

He closed his eyes, refusing to see the filth around him, choosing instead to fantasize about his future thriving life once he landed in America.

A large HOUSE, white big-breasted women, luxurious sports cars, a private pool, hmm, maybe hire two Indian nannies.

No, Indians won’t even spare lizards, better hire Filipinos instead.

If Filipinos prove too expensive, hiring from Hua Country isn’t out of the question, but their quality is low, so they are the last resort.

The horn’s sound interrupted the little fool’s daydream.

“Beep~ Beep~ Beep~”

Through the iron sheets of the cabin, Wang Weiheng’s heart sank.

“The Coast Guard is checking on us!”

“Damn it, damn it, damn it, a one-in-ten chance and we hit it, it’s over, all over.”

“Shit, there wasn’t even a one in ten chance, it was all lies from the broker!”

The escapees aboard the slave ship trembled in fear, nervously discussing among themselves.

They weren’t afraid of hardship, filth, or danger.

They chose to spend a substantial amount for identity in America, each with their own desires.

Some for ‘freedom and equality’, some to earn more Dollars, some for a ‘better’ future for their kids, ultimately, they harbored hope.

Illegal immigration seemed unreliable, but it was the only way to obtain truly ‘legal’ status.

Therefore, they chose illegal immigration.

But now, with the Coast Guard arriving, their American dream was shattered.

“Enough!

America will not deport us; this is a great nation, even if caught by the Coast Guard, don’t worry, stop yelling!”

“The crew doesn’t want us caught either, staying in the underdeck is to evade inspections, the more you yell, the more likely you’ll be discovered!”

Wang Weiheng had been a military arts troop member, had some skills in maintaining composure, and his assurances—or threats—calmed everyone down.

Everyone started to pray, to the Sanqing, Buddha, Jesus, and even ANLA; they all received their calls.