My American magical life
Chapter 46 - 46 46 Zhao Hongjin straightened her back feeling a bit numb

46: Chapter 46 Zhao Hongjin straightened her back, feeling a bit numb.

46: Chapter 46 Zhao Hongjin straightened her back, feeling a bit numb.

Sometimes, people have to be responsible for their words.

Cheng Daqi initially thought it was just an ordinary interview, but looking back now, it seemed to be the start of fate’s gears turning.

Seeing Zhao Hongjin’s message, he didn’t hesitate and directly admitted it was him.

“It was me, got royally screwed by ABC.

They used it in their live news broadcast without my authorization.”

Zhao Hongjin is a top-tier connection, but there’s no need to be pushy.

Cheng Daqi no longer felt the same urgency he once had when he was a wanderer.

Back then, wandering alone in the streets of a foreign land, seeing Zhao Hongjin, a person with great potential for connections, he naturally wanted to make a good connection.

If he couldn’t stay in America in the future, he could still return to his home country and latch onto a big leg.

Now, his partnership with Eris was finalized, and there were only a few days left to receive the system’s identity recognition rewards.

Staying in America was the more likely future, the possibility of developing back home was not substantial anymore.

An even more inescapable issue was that those were his words, and that person was indeed him.

Zhao, I’m laying my cards out, not pretending anymore.

You are great, a veritable human-shaped golden leg, but I don’t really need to cling onto one now.

Hesitating while looking at Cheng Daqi’s reply, Zhao Hongjin furrowed her brows.

You’re really just admitting it?

Really just a smooth operator, huh?

She had come across the video today while lurking in a Feixin group chat and sent it to Cheng Daqi immediately.

Zhao Hongjin thought there might be some misunderstanding because she had a pretty good impression of Cheng Daqi.

But Cheng Daqi’s response was truly beyond her expectations,

admitting it was him, and his words seemed to carry a hint of “speaking from the heart.”

One could say, he didn’t try to cover up or explain at all.

“Alright, I think it’s normal for everyone to have their own thoughts, after all, one world per flower and even more so for a living person.

But CEO Cheng, what is your purpose in saying this?”

Zhao Hongjin could understand diverse values, but she didn’t understand Cheng Daqi’s purpose.

The girl remembered clearly that Cheng Daqi’s criticisms of America were so precise and sharp, without an ounce of courtesy.

From Cheng Daqi’s words, she could tell he was a smart person with a broad vision and grand scope.

Such a smart person would have a strong independent thinking ability and could clearly find the best way out for himself at different times and events.

Many things Zhao Hongjin was actually clear about, she believed Cheng Daqi wouldn’t be unaware either.

Zhao Hongjin was sure, Cheng Daqi was as smart as she was.

A person who, upon their first encounter, could guess her school with just a bit of information and who also had a pleasant subsequent chat with her.

She knew Cheng Daqi might have ulterior motives, but she was already accustomed to different people approaching her with their own agendas.

However, Cheng Daqi was just too strange, really too strange.

A person capable of independent thought, yet made some ‘not so smart’ remarks during an interview.

There are only two reasons for this situation.

Either he was very smart, understanding the significance of speaking for one’s stance.

Or there was a deeper intrigue, simply using language as a tool, the true purpose hidden behind, unspeakable to others.

Zhao Hongjin wanted to know which kind Cheng Daqi was.

If it was the first kind, then there was nothing much to talk about, they could just say goodbye.

“Answer me, what is your purpose?”

Cheng Daqi couldn’t reply to Zhao Hongjin’s question.

Their conversations were through Feixin, a software from Hua Country.

But the internet service provider is an American Company, and Zhao Hongjin’s identity could be quite sensitive, there’s a certain probability of being monitored.

(Those who are skeptical can learn about America’s history of surveillance, ha)

Cheng Daqi had already planned to take a path of no return.

He had already learned his lesson from recklessly speaking out.

American television stations have no martial virtues, but compared to America’s intelligence agencies, their actions are just trivial matters.

Seeing no response from the other side, Zhao Hongjin nonchalantly pursed her lips.

She was wondering whether to delete the message now or in a couple of days.

Basic respect is still necessary, let’s take the middle ground, I’ll delete it tomorrow.

“Do you still remember the question we discussed last time?”

Cheng Daqi didn’t answer Zhao Hongjin’s question directly but brought up the topic they hadn’t had the chance to discuss last time.

Zhao Hongjin’s Fetion signature was ‘I ask about these green hills, will I return here again?’

He had asked Zhao Hongjin what mountains were her green hills, but Zhao Jie was busy at the time, so she replied that they would talk in a couple of days.

With her beautiful peach blossom eyes slightly narrowed, Zhao Hongjin remembered the question Cheng Daqi had asked before.

She didn’t really want to reply to Cheng Daqi’s message, but this man had indeed touched upon her interests.

Last time, she postponed the conversation under the pretext of being busy with her paper, but another reason was that she wanted to have a proper discussion with Cheng Daqi about the origins and deeper meanings of her signature.

She liked Xin Qiji, admired the heroic spirit of Xin Qiji watching swords by lamplight while drunk, and even hated that she wasn’t born a boy when she was younger.

For a thousand years, people thought Xin Qiji’s longing for the green hills was to revisit a scenic spot.

But Zhao Hongjin thought differently; the first time she saw that poem, she stubbornly believed that the green hills Xin Qiji, the retired scholar, entrusted were not scenery but the millions of miles of land that Nansong had abandoned.

As she grew older, Zhao Hongjin’s appreciation of this poem climbed to a new level, which is why she used a line from the retired scholar’s poem as her signature.

“My signature is a poem by the retired scholar, you can search it online for the meaning, as for which mountains are the green hills you asked about, different people will have different answers.”

She had intended to have a proper chat last time, but now she didn’t want to discuss it anymore.

So she simply replied briefly and didn’t elaborate further.

Proud and aloof Zhao Jie, dislikes becoming a dog.

Well, it’s Cheng Daqi’s fault for wanting to be America’s dog.

“If that’s the case, your signature is quite interesting, but it’s still a bit less than mine, haha.”

After sending that message, Cheng Daqi found an article about Prism Gate and sent it to Zhao Hongjin.

‘She should understand, right?’

It’s not that Cheng Daqi was being pedantic or deliberately obscure; it’s just that America’s lack of decency has reached such a low.

Whether Zhao Jie understands or not is not important; if she doesn’t, it’s just losing a top-tier contact who was barely known, no big deal.

If she does understand, it’s better, having another energetic friend is always good.

After replying to the message, Cheng Daqi squeezed onto the bus to revive his spirit.

Over there, the black girl was already worriedly calling him.

In a villa in Saint Rodu with Chinese-style decorations, Zhao Hongjin sat up straight on the sofa, her posture changing from curled up to sitting upright.

She had just experienced a tingling sensation in her spine.

Who enjoys seeing the plum blossoms in Beihai, right?

The person who wrote that line has become a global taboo.

When Zhao Hongjin saw Cheng Daqi’s signature, her beautiful peach blossom eyes first showed confusion, then surprise.

Thinking about the article on Prism Gate that Cheng Daqi sent, considering his words, thinking about his signature.

For the first time, Zhao Hongjin realized that there were indeed such interesting stories in the world.

And it seemed like she understood what the person in the story wanted to do.

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