My American magical life
Chapter 44 - 44 44 He left in a hurry and never came back

44: Chapter 44 He left in a hurry and never came back.

44: Chapter 44 He left in a hurry and never came back.

Along with Eris’s words, there was also a live broadcast clip from ABC News.

It was the segment where Cheng Daqi was interviewed by a female journalist.

Dammit!

After watching the video and combining it with Eris’s words, Cheng Daqi quickly realized many things.

He had only thought it was a text interview, so he spoke his mind, but he didn’t expect it to be broadcast live.

The journalist from ABC never mentioned it was a live broadcast!

Nor did they get his authorization.

In America, the TV stations are all commercial.

According to the current laws, they can’t broadcast interviews with individuals without the interviewee’s authorization.

(They don’t need authorization for passersby in the background).

And the tone from Eris over the phone was clearly off, it was the kind that didn’t have a hint of politeness.

This kind of big brother from the gray area gives you a location with a stern tone to meet him.

Generally, at times like this, if you’re not the protagonist, then you might as well prepare for the worst.

Cheng Daqi never considered himself the protagonist.

He was very fortunate, fortunate to have restarted his life and received a system.

But he clearly knew he had no superpowers, nor could he cut through all the villains like the heroes in Hollywood’s individualistic movies.

So, the top priority now was to steady Eris.

Quickly spinning his thoughts, Cheng Daqi pondered for a moment before typing a reply.

“Mr.

Eris, the situation has indeed caught me off guard, but please believe in my respect for you.

I would not mock you for a mere eight hundred US Dollars.

You are well aware of the professional ethics of networks like ABC.

They went ahead and broadcasted this view without telling me in advance that the interview would be aired live.”

“Is eight hundred US Dollars not money?

Is it your money?

It’s my money!”

Eris, of course, knew the nature of the American media.

But even though he knew, he chose the path of least resistance.

“Of course, Mr.

Eris, but I think we actually have room for cooperation.

I’ve already thought of a method.

As I said, I have nothing but respect for you.

I’m on my way to see you now.

Are you available?”

The premise of turning an enemy into a friend is that you have the value to be accepted by the enemy.

But someone like Eris wouldn’t kill over eight hundred US Dollars.

He and Cheng Daqi aren’t in an oppositional relationship yet.

And besides, Cheng Daqi can actually afford those eight hundred US Dollars; it would only mean a slight delay.

Relationships are built through dealings.

He wanted to try making friends with Eris, the big snake of the West Coast.

“Come over now!”

Irritated, Eris put down his cigar and wearily took his feet off the coffee table.

He called over a subordinate who was playing video games in the house and instructed,

“I’m meeting someone later.

When he leaves, follow him in the car and see where he lives.”

Just as Cheng Daqi thought, Eris didn’t care about the eight hundred US Dollars.

The ‘money’ Eris spoke of, or rather what he really cared about, was the value that could be obtained from peddling the heart-stabbing viewpoint of scapegoating.

The world is never short of smart people, and certainly, more than one person has thought of the same viewpoint as Cheng Daqi.

But so far, no ‘significant’ smart brain has linked abortion to America’s strategizing against its opponents.

Eris’s business revolves around the American bigwigs; he’s well aware of the devastating impact this viewpoint could have in the current top-level power games in America.

That’s why he was so attentive to Cheng Daqi.

What annoyed him even more was that Cheng Daqi had already put forward this viewpoint!

And it was seen by thousands of people.

It’s too late to silence him now!

A golden mountain was just within reach, but in the blink of an eye it became elusive.

If he didn’t handle the beginning and end of this matter properly, Eris worried he would lose the only opportunity of his life.

The opportunity to break into the circle of the old Eight Banners’ leaders in America!

Leaving the mountainous towns of the Balkans, crossing the ocean to America, and climbing from the very bottom was indeed a long and twisted journey.

Eris had long since tired of climbing slowly, but he simply couldn’t blend into the true core circles of America.

“Hey, do you understand?”

Pushing aside his distracting thoughts, Eris glared at his absent-minded subordinate.

The young people in America really lack the spirit of dedication to the team and their business, thinking about playing games and slacking off every day.

There’s no initiative at work at all, nothing like the drive I had when I was young!

“Got it, follow him closely, find out where he lives.”

His subordinate gave a half-hearted reply, and Eris nodded his head in reluctant satisfaction, signaling that he could leave.

However, instead of heading out to the car to prepare for the surveillance, the subordinate walked straight to the computer.

He actually wanted to continue playing games?

“Get out there and wait, the person you’re supposed to follow will be here soon!”

Not only did his subordinate show his disrespect with words, but it was also apparent in his attitude, and Eris couldn’t tolerate it any longer.

“Boss, just give me five minutes, the enemy’s turtle dragon is so weak, I’ll finish this game quickly!”

The young Americans do understand how to resist exploitation by capitalists.

“F**K!”

…….

“Sani, what did you just ask me?”

After dealing with Eris’s questioning, Cheng Daqi remembered that Black Sister seemed to have asked him a question just now.

The heavy pressure of the West Coast local snakes caused his expression to stiffen slightly.

Black Sister Sani had been standing beside Cheng Daqi the whole time, clearly noticing the change in him just now.

First, Cheng Daqi was intently furrowing his brows at his phone, and now she saw his serious expression as well.

Guessing that her Asian neighbor might be in some kind of trouble, Sani asked with concern.

“What’s wrong, Chan?”

Cheng Daqi didn’t plan to share his troubles with Sani and made up an excuse.

“A friend of mine has run into a bit of trouble, and I need to go see how he’s doing now.”

Eris’s rank is too high, both Black Sister and I are homeless vagrants with nothing to our names.

To be honest, telling her would only bring her unnecessary worry.

“If he’s in trouble, why doesn’t he call 911?

What can you do by going there?

You are just a beggar, don’t be naively fooled by others.”

Sani knows how to care for friends: You’re just a beggar, don’t be naïvely fooled.

It’s caring, and it warms the heart, but the way she expresses it is a bit odd.

“He’s also a beggar, there’s no danger.

It’s getting dark, be careful on your way home alone.”

Eris is indeed a beggar, but he is one who begs from well-meaning candidates, while Cheng Daqi begs at curbside relief spots.

“Okay then, bye.”

Watching Cheng Daqi hastily toss away half-eaten food and rush off, Sani felt a bit worried.

Black Sister suddenly remembered the already blurred image of her father whom she could no longer recall.

It was also a twilight, her father hurriedly put on his hat and left, never to return.