64: Chapter 64 We Are Not the Sa as Politicians, Understand?
64: Chapter 64 We Are Not the Sa as Politicians, Understand?
Cheng Daqi was quite different from other reborn individuals in Arica.
He wasn’t a native Caucasian in Arica, which was not just an issue of identity, but more importantly, he lacked the essential social connections within Arica.
Family, school, other organizations—Cheng Daqi had none of these fundantal Arican social networks.
This was a deficiency that Cheng Daqi couldn’t fill even after he would receive system rewards and change his identity recognition in the future.
Without the basic local connections in Arica, any entrepreneurial endeavors he undertook would be exceedingly difficult at every step.
Native Caucasians in Arica, be they old money, nouveau riche, or financial vampires, each one was more competitive than him.
His only advantage was the backing of Hua Country.
Cheng Daqi was very clear, exceedingly clear about how he should break through step by step!
The connections from his past life had withstood the test of ti and events and were trustworthy.
For instance, Brother Sun, a respected figure in the community, who despite being too smart and harsh, and not having very grand ambitions, had no other faults.
And Xiao Cao, still working in custor service, had explosive execution ability, ensuring that whatever she did, Cheng Daqi could rest assured.
Leveraging these connections from his previous life, Cheng Daqi could get a head start in Hua Country and take the first bite of the dostic short video traffic.
In the future, when short videos massively go overseas, he could use the experience gained from operating Tik Tok-like platforms to capture a share of its market traffic.
After these two major successes, Cheng Daqi’s career would also take off.
In Arica, being penniless was absolutely unacceptable.
To make money, one needed to start so kind of enterprise.
Cheng Daqi’s system wasn’t a sign-in and get-paid system, nor was it a lottery system with unlimited rewards.
He had to make these business and wealth plans on ti.
And many sches that seem fast are, in fact, not reliable at all.
Take virtual currency, for example.
It made many soar to great heights, like Pin Insertion Guy, or the couple that died on Bali Island.
But while the massively valued virtual currencies seem promising, they are actually very dangerous; the Pin Insertion Guy was tornted by the Arican big-shots, fined billions!
That couple who made a fortune from cryptocurrency trading, carrying USBs while vacationing abroad, were directly murdered in their hotel.
Stock trading and futures are the sa.
The money in finance isn’t sothing the average person can earn.
If you earn too much, the rule-makers will directly intervene.
Once targeted by market manipulators, no amount of money could help if one’s life is at stake!
Even those with connections aren’t necessarily safe, considering Arica’s factional old guard, similar to the FTX bankruptcy incident.
So, for Cheng Daqi to establish his enterprise in Arica, there was only one path.
He would integrate into native Arican society based on his identity and rely on resources from Hua Country to support his business ventures in Arica.
Short videos were just the beginning; there was so much more he could do in the future!
Ti waits for no one.
Cheng Daqi’s advantage as a seer was limited to five years.
Within those five years, all the changes he would bring to the world would impact the future!
This path would be difficult, an unfamiliar country, a society where capital was expanding to the extre, and various hostile groups tearing each other apart.
And the most uncontrollable aspect of all, the security environnt.
Nothing was as simple as it seed, but Cheng Daqi found it interesting.
Brother Sun had already agreed to help, and tomorrow, Cheng Daqi would embark on this adventure again.
His current situation of wandering the streets hardly affected Cheng Daqi’s expectations for the future!
Cheng Daqi was looking forward, eagerly awaiting the end of November 2023—five years after his rebirth—to see how the world would be different because of his presence.
An exhausting day had finally co to an end.
The fatigue from his cold carried Cheng Daqi quickly into sleep.
In a place he didn’t know, sothing utterly outrageous was happening.
……
Aricans love parties, gatherings, and sporting events— they have a special fondness for these kinds of social occasions.
Just like local dinner parties back ho, Arican social gatherings are also places for transactions.
Eris, another West Coast big shot filled with anticipation for the future, was mingling with a minor leader from the Saint Rodu Immigration Bureau at a cocktail party.
As an immigrant to Arica, Eris felt it was necessary to help those young people who ca to Arica full of dreams.
Even if these young people had so minor issues with their identities, Arica was big enough to accommodate any small dream one might have.
Eris was a Dream Chaser himself; he just wanted to help another Dream Chaser.
Was there anything so wrong with that?
“Mr.
Komodo, winter is coming.
Every ti I pass through the beautiful streets of Saint Rodu, I worry about the holess.
How will they survive this cold winter?”
“What the hell do I care?
I just wish they’d all die instead of shitting all over the streets!”
Unlike the pretentious Eris, Komodo was a Bai Zuo redneck.
Bai Zuo redneck, this combination granted him unlimited possibilities in his stance.
For instance, on the issue of holessness, Mr.
Komodo clearly had ideals that differed from his party’s.
That’s normal—the two parties in Arica are just two large coalitions, and there are many smaller factions within each party with conflicting political views.
They may present a united front to the outside world, but behind closed doors, they argue fiercely among themselves.
Eris clearly hadn’t caught on.
Dude, you’re a brother from the Democratic Party, right?
I’m at a California Democratic Party cocktail party, aren’t I?
Is it really this wild?
The West Coast Dream Chaser ran into a rare Bai Zuo redneck and was completely befuddled by the encounter.
“Uh, Mr.
Komodo, I’m looking to hire a couple of holess people.
I might need to arrange so identities for them and will need cooperation from the immigration bureau.”
Chomping away happily on a chicken leg, Komodo (━_━✧).
He gave Eris a look, then the complex-composed Bai Zuo redneck put down the chicken leg and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“It can be done, starting at ten thousand Dollars per person.
Any identity you want, complete with a full set of docunts that can be checked in the system.
We can fabricate a whole compliant processing history, birth records, and whatever else you need—just tell how you want it customized.”
The West Coast broker couldn’t stomach such a starting price—who starts at ten thousand?
Black, too black!
“F**k, have you lost your mind?
Ten thousand each, why don’t you go rob soone?”
So, you an to rip off?
Do you think I’m one of those female interns at the immigration bureau?
Komodo taunted back.
“The starting price is ten thousand!
The more real it is, the higher the price, with the most authentic going for a hundred and fifty thousand.”
Country bumpkin!
Yelling without even understanding the prices!
“Komodo, you’ve heard of Domis from the State Assembly’s budget committee, haven’t you?”
The forty-year-old bearded man-child Eris tried to climb the relationship ladder, utterly flabbergasted by the astronomical prices Komodo was listing.
Domis was his client, with significant influence in California.
However, his relationship with Domis was rather ordinary; they had only collaborated once.
It’s quite normal to exaggerate connections in business—no sha in it.
“Even if you bring the governor here, I’ll still want a hundred and fifty thousand.
If you want the most authentic and properly processed identity, that’s the price.
Civil servants are civil servants, politicians are politicians.
We’re not the sa as politicians, got it?”
Eris closed his eyes, calculating whether it was worth it.
He and Cheng Daqi had to be fully prepared for what they were plotting.
If they were to buy identities, they definitely needed the most authentic ones.
Forget it, he could make that Asian pay him back!
He still needed to discuss with him how to choose the best fit.
“Is your channel reliable?
Since when does the immigration bureau work on birth records?”
“The highest asking price is a hundred and fifty thousand, and this isn’t just for or one departnt, you get it?
If you don’t need birth records or other detailed customizations, the price could be much lower.”
“I’ll let you know, I haven’t decided how I want it customized yet.”
“We are a professional team.
You’ve co to the right place for this, buddy.”
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