My American magical life
Chapter 35 - 35 35 It turns out they're not my kind of people

35: Chapter 35: It turns out they’re not my kind of people.

35: Chapter 35: It turns out they’re not my kind of people.

In fact, Cheng Daqi was well aware of the risks involved in posting videos on the live streaming platform.

In the future, he might take the path of integrating into the top three ranks of America.

While the system could not be used for check-ins, lotteries, or experience boosting, the rewards for new user tasks included the option to reselect one’s identity.

After reselecting his identity in the future, his current arrangements might turn out to be useless.

But nothing can ever be done perfectly; one can only do their best.

Preparing a way out for his future self and having a Plan B was essential.

Even if it might affect Zhao Hongjin’s impression of him, potentially losing the chance to cling to this golden leg, Cheng Daqi had no choice but to proceed.

One must rely on oneself; expecting others to lend help in desperate times is unrealistic.

The worst-case scenario would just be starting over.

As long as he’s not dead, there’s always a chance.

Five years of unidirectional x-ray vision had presented him with countless opportunities in various industries and numerous betting pools in different sporting events waiting for him to cash in.

With such favorable conditions, Cheng Daqi didn’t believe he could fail.

To speak of the near term, the 2018 LPL Global Finals were taking place in Incheon.

The competition had just entered the group stage, with half a month left before the finals began.

Cheng Daqi started checking the odds for the S8 Finals on his phone.

This opportunity was practically handed to him on a silver platter; he had to seize it.

In 2018’s S8, the LPL claimed their first Global Finals championship trophy.

Some had fantasized about IG winning the championship before the event because IG’s style of play was extremely entertaining in 2018, and the team members were strong, winning a lot of people’s favor.

(Brothers, spare me, I’m on my knees for you.

I’m just watching the games, I’m not a professional analyst.

It’s just a novel, and if there are mistakes, please be gentle when you criticize me.)

At the 2023 LPL All-Star event, when the old IG squad reunited after five years, fans were crying in the live stream.

But nobody expected IG’s final opponent to end up being FNC.

Due to the grouping, IG encountered championship favorite KT early on and managed to win a hard-fought battle with a score of 3:2, proving their championship-worthy strength.

In the end, when IG stood before FNC, every member of the FNC team was unable to smile.

IG annihilated their opponents in under two hours, delivering a 3:0, leaving the FNC players distraught.

The conclusion of S8 was unexpected by everyone.

However, Cheng Daqi in his previous life only paid attention to whether the matches were interesting and had forgotten many details about the finals.

This was the true state for a significant part of the audience as well.

He had long forgotten who IG’s opponent was and couldn’t confidently place a bet on options with odds over one hundred times on specific teams and specific scores.

A well-known betting company in America had released odds of over thirty times for an IG 3:0 victory.

Cheng Daqi currently had $1,600 in cash on hand, but without an American credit card, he couldn’t place bets online directly.

Making a large bet in an internet cafe or bar carried risks when collecting the winnings.

He needed to find a reliable betting channel.

Or rather, a reliable person.

Someone who could face tens of thousands of dollars without being tempted.

Opening his social media app, Cheng Daqi scrolled through his contacts, analyzing each one.

Old Hanks, the auto repair shop owner, was a good guy who had provided Cheng Daqi with his first angel investment.

He was decent, but he was already a family man and Cheng Daqi wouldn’t consider anyone who had settled down.

Families are beautiful, but even the kindest people can be tempted by the devil to improve their family’s wellbeing.

Sani, the black sister, was a reliable partner, but she probably had never seen $10,000 in one place in her entire life.

One cannot test the poor with money, or it would result in a loss of both money and friends.

Lisa?

Forget it, they were just business associates who had only dined together, not close enough yet.

Zhao Hongjin?

She probably wouldn’t agree to help place a bet, the kind of person who wouldn’t discuss any reasons.

After scanning the list, Cheng Daqi sighed in defeat.

He still needed to make more effort!

He opened Google and searched for ‘Can illegal immigrants get credit cards in America?’

The answers were diverse, but after browsing through them, Cheng Daqi found only one option suited his current needs.

He needed to find someone with good credit to open a supplementary card for him, using their credit as a guarantee and endorsing his creditworthiness.

This kind of credit card couldn’t be used for direct expenses; instead, a sum of money had to be deposited first, and the initial expenditures could only come from this sum.

Only if the expenditures were stable over a long period, with monthly disbursements, could the supplementary card be upgraded to a personal credit card.

This was a financial service aimed at illegal immigrants, offered by small banks in America to snatch up every bit of business they could.

The fees were not cheap, and the process troublesome, but the threshold was indeed low.

All he needed was to find someone willing to open a supplementary card for him.

There were also other methods that might work well, but they would take too long and were not within Cheng Daqi’s considerations.

Having thought through his strategy, Cheng Daqi began contacting his friends.

While it may be troublesome, that’s what friends are for–to be bothered with such matters.

Emotional value is a value, and credit value is also a value.

Just use it and get it over with; don’t be afraid of owing favors.

“Dear Miss Lisa, the nights in Saint Rodu are beautiful, but not as beautiful as your floral smile.

I’ve run into a little problem and might need your assistance to extract myself from this quagmire sooner.

It’s not about borrowing money, nor a place to stay, but please reply if you see this, your friend, Chan.”

Amidst the brightly lit cocktail party, Lisa deftly weaved through the crowd, her milky complexion seeming to glow under the lights.

She was fed up with her parents’ pressure to marry.

At the anniversary party of her family members’ wedding, Lisa’s parents attempted to brainwash her once again.

But Lisa really couldn’t accept a husband who was about the same age as her father.

Rather than marry a middle-aged divorcee with three kids, Lisa would opt for a black hanger.

At least that would be satisfying.

The vibration of her cellphone made her even more irritated.

Lisa, with a frosty expression, checked her phone, but it wasn’t a message from her mother urging her to marry.

Cheng Daqi’s cheesy love words were so blunt and simple that they actually made Lisa burst into laughter.

Getting married to an older husband and then maintaining a group of young lovers to sweet-talk her every day wouldn’t be bad.

The girl’s fantasy did not last long, as she hesitated whether to reply to Cheng Daqi’s request.

She had a bit of admiration for this cunning Asian ‘mechanic’, but not much.

Their exchanges had only been regular cooperation and did not count as a close friendship.

Cheng Daqi’s request was somewhat presumptuous.

After wavering for a while, Lisa eventually replied to the message.

Maybe it was the pressure from her parents that was too much; she wanted to try out other men.

Maybe it was the cheesy love words that were so touching, they captivated her heart and soul.

In any case, almost immediately after receiving Cheng Daqi’s message, she responded.

“What do you need?

Don’t come to me for anything illegal; our relationship isn’t there yet.”

“Then where are we now?

We had a great chat that day, and you are the only girl I’ve met in America who listens to ‘Cavalry Song of the Grasslands’.

Compared to your interesting soul, your outer beauty is just an embellishment.

That’s why I wanted to talk to you more.”

Cheng Daqi started with small talk, his litany of compliments as fierce as a tiger, aiming to flatter and confound Lisa.

He was complimenting her taste, not her looks.

He avoided mentioning what he needed her for and instead gave her a high hat first.

An old trick, but effective.

Lisa pursed her lips gently, allowing a hint of a smile to show without giving it away.

“We’re just strangers; I wouldn’t dare to make friends with a slick bastard like you.”

The body tells the truth, even if the mouth won’t admit it.

This statement is tantamount to saying don’t bother.

“Saint Rodu becomes empty at night; turns out they aren’t my kind of people.

No wonder I can’t see them.

So, my stranger, could you help me with a trivial little favor?”

“Spit it out.

I’m not in a very patient mood today, and it’d better not be an excessive request.”

Cheng Daqi decided to swallow his pride and not argue with her.

Eventually, she’ll be crying to become friends with me!

Three years of roaming the streets, three years of luxury cars and fine alcohol, don’t pick on someone who had an explosive bad start!

“Undocumented immigrants can’t apply for credit cards on their own and can’t accumulate credit scores.

I need to use your credit to cosign for me to get an additional card.

The spending on the additional card is separate; I will bear it myself.

This falls under the bank’s customer acquisition efforts, and there is no risk involved for you.

Lisa, I need your help to earn the chance to prove I have creditworthiness.”

Cheng Daqi simply stated his needs and waited silently for a response from the other side.

There is no risk; that’s untrue—future delinquencies by undocumented immigrants would mean the primary cardholder has to bear some responsibility.

No risk is also true because Cheng Daqi wouldn’t default on the bills.

Watching the busy Asian security guards in the parking lot, Lisa remained silent for a long time.

She hesitated.

Believing in someone’s future and actually helping them with action are two different things.

The silence on the phone was eventually broken by Lisa.

“People really are different.

I’ll send you a location.

Meet me at eleven-thirty tomorrow to talk.”

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