My American magical life
Chapter 40 - 40 40 He Felt Very Different to Me

40: Chapter 40: He Felt Very Different to Me 40: Chapter 40: He Felt Very Different to Me Wearing a mask, Lisa regained the self-confidence to hold her head high and chest out.

Anyway, there were no acquaintances and she had a mask.

In the short distance from leaving her seat to getting into the car, she even thought about pretending not to recognize Cheng Daqi, to stay away from the Asian mechanic.

Finally seated in the car, Lisa threw off her mask in a rage and gave Cheng Daqi a hateful glance.

This damned man was still casually looking at his phone.

The car slowly made its way to the bank, and Lisa felt like she was acting exactly like a driver.

The world’s most unfortunate driver.

Not only without salary but also treated the passenger to a meal.

Not just treating the passenger to a meal, but also making connections for them and guaranteeing them for free.

But the free help was something she had agreed to with her own words, and the meal happened due to timing.

Counting and recounting, Lisa couldn’t find a single point to be angry about.

Enduring for a moment led to growing anger, retreating a step led to raging till menopause.

“Cheng, can you apologize to me?”

“Huh?”

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A woman’s heart is like the changing clouds; even after two lifetimes as a human being, Cheng Daqi simply couldn’t understand Lisa’s thoughts.

Was it just that she was tricked into eating a piece of raw beef at the restaurant?

But Cheng Daqi knew that to have his affairs handled by someone like Lisa, who asked for nothing in return, was already lucky, not to mention that Lisa had also helped him make front-line connections, directly finding a friend at the bank to step in.

Without dwelling on Lisa’s mood swings, Cheng Daqi very neatly bowed his head and apologized.

“Lisa, America is not my hometown, here I am a stranger with no relatives or friends; meeting a friend like you is my fortune.

Whether you help me or not, in my heart, you are already the most beautiful, kindest, and sincerest person I have met in America.

When we were eating today, I truly thought the Tartare beef had a unique flavor, so I recommended it to you, not realizing you wouldn’t like that kind of dish.

I am sorry, my friend.”

‘Ding, Communication LV1 activated, communication efficiency and persuasion success rate increased.’

‘Ding, Communication skill upgraded to LV2.’

Gratitude doesn’t require many words; Cheng Daqi is all about sincerity.

If it was you who wanted an apology, how could you not be moved when I apologize with such feeling?

What’s more coincidental is that the system timely provided an assist.

Lisa was of course moved; she thought she might have expected too much of Cheng Daqi.

This poor illegal immigrant had never been to such an expensive restaurant before; even when he packed up three boxes of water, it was only to avoid waste.

Thinking back, Cheng Daqi only mentioned the beef Tartare was uniquely flavored, but never said it was delicious.

It was her own misunderstanding that led to such high expectations.

She even felt she was too harsh on Cheng Daqi.

“Cheng, I was just joking…”

“No, Lisa, I am not joking.

It is already October, and the streets of Saint Rodu get very cold and empty at night.

You say you and I are just strangers, yet to me, this feels as warm as friendship.”

All emotion output, not a trace of logic.

Cheng Daqi had no ulterior motives for Lisa; he simply wanted to make a good friend.

He fully utilized his position of disadvantage, showing weakness to invoke Lisa’s instinct to protect.

Hmm, whether such tactics worked on American blonde women, Cheng Daqi didn’t know, but he chose to try.

“Cheng, I was actually a bit too rude today, and what you did at the restaurant wasn’t excessive, it was quite reasonable…”

Sometimes Cheng Daqi would feel guilty.

Making friends through schemes, deceiving someone like Lisa who genuinely wanted to help him.

He could only make up for it later.

After all, he was really in dire straits now and had to cling to any straw he could.

Lisa’s and her family’s connections held great potential value.

“Lisa, you care too much about how I feel; we are friends, aren’t we?

How can friends have any ill feelings over such a small thing?”

‘Ding, Communicat…’

After the skill upgrade, the chance of activating skills increased; Cheng Daqi chose to turn off the annoying skill alert sound.

‘System, turn off the prompt for the eloquence skill.’

Clinging tightly to the steering wheel, Lisa felt her worldview had become too narrow.

…….

Mori Crone Bank was an old-fashioned bank established during the Gold Rush era.

Its business was focused on the West Coast of America.

As a regional medium-sized bank with a lack of capacity to compete directly with larger banks, its operations were very down-to-earth.

Such as providing financial services to illegal immigrants.

Lisa, with Cheng Daqi in tow, made her way deep into the Saint Rodu branch of Mori Crone Bank, heading straight to her friend’s office.

“He’s an old classmate of mine, we’re on pretty good terms, his name is Slayton.”

The blonde babe knocked on the door as she introduced Cheng Daqi, and soon after, the office door opened.

“Lisa, look at you, still so charming, long time no see.”

A burly man with a large beard embraced Lisa with a laugh.

“Ryan, your beard is still as disgusting as ever, hahaha.”

Lisa affectionately called out Slayton’s name while mercilessly teasing him.

Indeed, she and Slayton had a good relationship.

“This is?”

The bearded manager turned to look at Cheng Daqi, who was standing behind Lisa, and tentatively spoke.

“Yes, a friend I met during an event, Chan, from Hua Country.

But his current status is a bit less than okay, he needs a little help.”

Lisa turned her body to introduce Cheng Daqi to Slayton.

After giving him a scrutinizing look, the bearded manager didn’t say much and led them into the office.

“The contract is ready, you guys can check it again, and if there’s no problem, I can submit the application directly in the system; it’ll be processed in a bit.”

That’s the power of networking; it effortlessly gives wings to the bureaucratic process.

Cheng Daqi didn’t mind Slayton’s gaze in the slightest.

If it were him, he too wouldn’t have a good impression of a classmate entangled with a shadowy illegal immigrant.

As long as the job got done, that was what mattered.

After the two quickly reviewed the key terms of the contract, Lisa said,

“No problem, we can sign now.”

“Alright then, Lisa, come with me to submit the application.

Chan, you wait here for a moment.”

Slayton picked up the contract and spoke to Cheng Daqi apologetically.

“No problem, Mr.

Slayton, thank you for your help.”

Cheng Daqi sincerely thanked him, without asking any further questions.

It was obvious, Lisa’s old classmate wasn’t too confident in her choices—this was a pre-contract finalization talk with her alone.

But Cheng Daqi was prepared; he had already nearly maxed out Lisa’s favorability with a continuous output in the car, so he wasn’t worried about any unexpected events.

Walking down the bank corridor, looking at Lisa’s profile, Slayton asked worriedly,

“Lisa, how did you get involved with this kind of shady illegal immigrant, for God’s sake, he’s Asian too!”

In Slayton’s mind, illegal immigrants were practically synonymous with criminals.

And this illegal immigrant wasn’t even white.

From a young age, Lisa had been more than an ordinary person in his heart.

Now seeing his goddess bringing an enigmatic Asian to do business, he felt very conflicted.

Gently smoothing her bangs, Lisa reflected for a moment before answering,

“Ryan, Chan is a very sincere person; he has his own ideals and is very capable.

He feels different to me.

Someone with ideals and capabilities like him can easily stay in America without my help.”

He is very idealistic.

His ability is extraordinary.

He makes me feel different.

Yes, I have no fate with you, but you even chose a ‘yellow-haired’ over me!

In the minds of white supremacists like Slayton, Asian = ‘yellow-haired’.

He smiled as usual, but his heart felt ashen.