America started its counterattack from the bum

Chapter 121 Want to sign a contract without eating

"When you look at me, do you feel anything special?"

Cheng Da Qi Tian's shameless question only received four big eye rolls.

"I feel it!" Temir replied.

Cheng Daqi's eyes lit up, the system is so effective?

"I feel like your question seems stupid. It's a special feeling."

It turns out that the venomous rich woman wanted to mock him.

Lisa covered her mouth and smiled happily.

Cheng Daqi was a little confused.

Their identity has been chosen, so why do they still have the same attitude as before?

'System, what is the mechanism for reasonably loading identity? '

[When everyone judges your ethnicity, they will assume that you are of German origin, and will ignore the details that do not match your identity]

(Writing this does not mean that I am not patriotic or dislike the Chinese identity. In fact, the Chinese are excluded and discriminated against in the United States and cannot integrate into the mainstream circles of the United States, so I set up this identity setting in the first chapter.

The protagonist must be able to integrate into the United States in terms of identity so that he can operate better, that's all)

After thinking for a while, Cheng Daqi continued to harass the blond white girl.

"Lisa, I am obviously German like you, but why is my skin color yellow?"

He wanted to try out how useful the system's rationalized loading was.

"I don't know, but can you answer the question I just asked you?"

The blond white girl has not yet recovered from Cheng Daqi's analysis of the red street kidnapping case.

But Cheng Daqi has confirmed the role of system identity.

Very good and awesome.

Identification is done, now I just need a legal identity.

The channels provided by Eris are quite perfect. He can buy the complete set of 'True Identity' for half a million.

Five hundred thousand dollars, Cheng Daqi looked at the rich black-haired woman with piercing eyes.

Temir doesn't want his sweetheart to be exposed to too much of America's dark ecology.

"Honey, don't think about this, these things are not suitable for you.

It's almost noon, let's take you to dinner, Chan. "

Themir's words reminded him.

The contract hasn't been signed yet!

Sign the contract first and get the reward for operating the account for the rich woman.

Cheng Daqi's tone was a bit expectant, and he didn't know how many gold coins the rich woman could explode.

"Mi'er, forget about eating and sign the contract first. My media company is waiting for you.

The screenwriter is already writing the script, and you haven't even given me the deposit yet. I'm so broke that I'm almost begging on the streets. "

Sister, you don’t want to see your good friend begging on the streets, right?

"Is it because you just experienced a kidnapping case that you thought of asking the screenwriter to write a kidnapping script for me?"

Taking out the contract drawn up by the lawyer, Temir asked Cheng Daqi.

Nodding, Cheng Daqi picked up the contract and prepared to read it over first. (I won’t describe the signing of company business contracts and domestic settlement of overseas orders, they are not important)

"Are you looking down on me, Chan?"

The rich black-haired woman was a little angry, but she really had no intention of becoming a big deal.

When signing the contract, although she thought Cheng Daqi might be a clever liar, she was quite looking forward to how Cheng Daqi would deceive her later.

Lisa thought Cheng Daqi's approach was reasonable, but after all, she had a better relationship with Themir, so she just listened silently.

"Mi'er, I believe you, but I also have to be professional. You definitely don't like arrogant partners."

Cheng Daqi understood Temir's thoughts very well. From yesterday to now, this girl has really regarded him as a good friend because of the kidnapping case, misunderstanding, apology, and defense.

Temir curled his lips and sat on the bed opposite Cheng Daqi.

He was reading the contract, and she was watching him read the contract.

"The deposit is 20,000 U.S. dollars, three months, and every fifteen days is a settlement date. Starting from the second settlement day, there will be requirements for account data. What do you think, can you accept this condition?"

The rich black-haired woman gave a brief introduction to Cheng Daqi.

Shaking his head and looking at the somewhat confused black-haired rich woman with pity, Cheng Daqi replied teasingly.

"You asked for an increase of 50,000 followers within three months, Mi'er. If all customers could be like you, the MCN company in China would definitely go crazy with joy.

Fifty thousand fans can be bought in China for a few tens of thousands of dollars at most. With a little bit of operational know-how, it might only cost ten thousand dollars.

It’s a bit darker, buy a finished account, change your name and post videos, pretending to be your account, it may only cost a few thousand yuan or even less.

I'm still talking about Hua Yuan.

But you paid me one hundred thousand knives. Fortunately, it was me you were looking for.

I won't cheat you. "

It turns out that you don’t think I gave you too little.

Temir is also considered a strong business woman. She sensed business opportunities from those ultra-low quotes mentioned by Cheng Daqi.

“We can definitely use these methods you mentioned on oil pipelines.

There are too many people in the United States who want to increase their followers. We can definitely work together on YouTube and use the methods you mentioned to operate for others! "

The more she talked, the more excited she became. The rich black-haired woman felt like she was seeing a road paved with gold.

“It seems like there are business opportunities, but it’s actually a gray path, mainly making money by deceiving people.

Legal risks, high cost per fan, and YouTube regulation. Can you solve these three problems? "

Cheng Daqi certainly has no psychological burden on making dirty money.

No burden ≠ He has to do it.

He is a reborn person with ideals. The general trend of the times is there. There is obviously a legal way to achieve success, so there is no need to take the wrong path.

After signing the contract page by page, Cheng Daqi extended his hand.

Tamir, whose cross-border entrepreneurship had failed before she even started, was in a bad mood. She snorted and did not shake hands with Cheng Daqi. Instead, she picked up the contract and started signing it.

"Who did you learn this crap from? It's so troublesome. Just go and get it notarized." Tamir's name was much longer than Cheng Daqi's, and she almost had difficulty writing it.

Noting that Temir had already completed all the signatures and the deposit was transferred directly from Lisa to his secondary card, Cheng Daqi expressed a rather generous gesture. (With domestic operating funds, sole proprietorships do not need to pay attention to as many financial details as large companies.)

"What's so fair about this little money, Mi'er? Our company has just started, otherwise I would just do it for you for free."

Rolling his eyes, Temir felt that he had seen through Cheng Daqi again.

Looks like a guy, but is actually a jerk

The contract has been signed and the deposit has been sent to Lisa. Do you think we can do it for free?

You don't need money for your money, so you work hard on painting, right?

Scheming man!

Because the big blue eyes of the rich black-haired woman were so scolded, Cheng Daqi really experienced the feeling of having eyes like daggers.

When Temir and Lisa got into the car to go home,

"Have you noticed that he seems to be really professional?"

Holding the steering wheel with one hand, Lisa chatted with her best friend about Chengdaqi.

"He's more than just a professional, honey."

Looking at the news pushed on his phone, Temir replied.

"The head of San Lodus SWAT committed suicide. The media said that because of his improper command, eight police officers were killed and four were seriously injured in last night's offensive operation."

Thinking of Cheng Daqi's bold inferences, the rich black-haired woman sighed.

"There are indeed too many dead, hey."

Lisa felt that if so many police officers died because of his command, Claure should indeed commit suicide to apologize.

Temir put down the phone and said in a sad tone.

"The news I got is that at least twenty people died.

The police announced only eight.

Oh, America..."

(End of this chapter)