Eris was certainly aware of Chan's intentions.
The topic they were discussing today was buying identities.
The purpose of buying identities was for a joint venture.
This not only concerned Chan himself, but Eris was also drawn to the possibility raised by Chan, and the two were bound together by future interests.
"Chan, I already paid you before, eight hundred bucks, and you agreed happily back then, do you forget?
But you cheated me; you revealed your views to the journalist, and tens of thousands of TV viewers already know about it!"
Eris questioned with a low, stern voice, making a long circular puff of smoke.
The West Coast agent, with his back to the window, stretched out on the couch, seemed to be looking at Chan, yet also seemed to be looking at the cigar in his hand.
Although there weren't many movements, his eyes and tone exuded pressure.
If possible, Eris hoped to intimidate Chan with his pressure, to stop bargaining.
He didn't want to do anything harmful to Chan.
He just really admired this Asian illegal immigrant and wanted to bring Chan under his wing.
He had this idea last time, and after some communication this time, this idea became even stronger.
Smart, articulate, experienced, courageous, and insightful.
He was sure that even without his help, Chan's future achievements would be extraordinary.
So, seeing an opportunity, he wanted to see if there was a chance to recruit Chan.
If Chan couldn't resist his pressure, Eris would lend him one hundred and fifty thousand, and Chan could slowly pay it back.
But once he borrowed the money, he would belong to Eris.
"Mr. Eris, cooperation should be mutually beneficial. Didn't we discuss this last time?
It wasn't my intention. If you think I deliberately caused you trouble, I can return the eight hundred bucks to you now."
Without any hesitation or wavering, Chan replied directly.
Eris transformed into a pressure monster, seemingly scary, but actually just for the sake of interests.
What he claimed to be "cheating" was just a standard case of using one's mouth when one didn't have any leverage.
Empty talk and false accusations, it was quite familiar.
Chan had used this strategy as much as Eris, even considering it his passive skill.
If he showed any signs of wavering due to Eris's words or pressure, it would be a betrayal of his own business acumen gained over a decade in the business world!
Chan's answer didn't make the West Coast agent feel any displeasure. He raised his cigar, nodding at Chan, and continued to coax.
"Chan, I immigrated to America from the Balkans. I have Mexicans, Puerto Ricans, and Russians under me, my team doesn't care about identities.
To be honest, I really believe in your abilities. Last time, when I invited you, you said you were a mechanical engineer, but your performance today doesn't seem like an engineer at all.
Now I'm inviting you again; you should really consider it."
Shaking his head with a smile, Chan firmly refused.
"Sorry, Eris, I really am a mechanical engineer."
He had experienced being favored by big shots twice in his past life.
You should know, all favor comes with a price; without any reason, paying homage, when you want to leave in the future, it won't be easy.
Eris's business had great potential, and its future growth could be limitless.
But Chan had to consider the danger of this big shot.
Just like he didn't want to get too close to Thalia.
When a person comes from humble beginnings, the favor of the upper class isn't as simple as a road to success.
When they pull you up, they might let go halfway, and then you'll never be able to turn over.
Moreover, Eris wasn't doing something normal; the risk was too great.
Chan didn't consider himself exceptionally gifted; he always thought of himself as an ordinary person who persevered a bit.
"Alright, let's talk about buying identities. This is the price list sent to me by the identity broker.
Look here, and don't mention it to anyone when you go out."
Without saying anything else, Eris already understood Chan's thoughts.
This Asian felt he still had a chance.
But when you see the price list for buying identities, do you still feel confident?
Taking the paper handed over by Eris, Chan looked at it carefully.
"Regular relative immigration, 30,000, ten percent discount for groups of five or more.
Skilled immigration, 60,000, ten percent discount for groups of five or more.
Highly skilled immigration, complete certification assistance, 120,000, ten percent discount for groups of three or more.
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Full set of American identity documents, including birth records, school records, health insurance records, custom tax records, 500,000.
All immigration, settlement-related documents, and entry records can be customized, with no worries about any future problems!
All identities are fully legal in the United States, ensuring one hundred percent authenticity!"
Even with his extensive experience, Chan was shocked by the methods in America.
With this kind of customization, as long as you pay enough money, you could even turn a guy from Tongliao into a candidate for election on the spot.
They could even customize birth records; it was outrageous!
"Eris, are you sure the people handling this aren't scamming you?"
Chan still couldn't believe it and decided to ask again.
The West Coast agent sneered and said mockingly.
"As long as you pay, they can turn you into a native-born white American.
As for whether it's a scam or not, it's just that you don't understand America well enough."
There was something Eris didn't say out loud.
When Cuomo told him this could be done, he didn't believe it himself.
But he also believed that Cuomo could do it.
What couldn't American government officials do for money?
What's so hard about getting a fake certificate?
The business that Cuomo and his men were in!
"Chan, if you choose the thirty-thousand option, considering our cooperation, I can help with half the money.
But no matter which option you choose, I can only contribute up to fifteen thousand."
Chan didn't answer, just nodded, silently calculating in his mind.
At first, when he saw the quote Eris gave him on the social media platform, Chan thought it was a bit of a rip-off.
Thirty thousand for an identity was outrageous.
But now, looking at this paper, Chan had realized what was going on.
They could obtain birth certificates, create various identities' complete backgrounds.
Only government department officials responsible for these matters could do such things!
With that group of people working together, they could make identities so real.
Looking at it this way, paying thirty thousand for a completely legal identity recognized throughout the United States wasn't too outrageous.
"Mr. Eris, I need a few days to consider; after all, this is a big deal."
Eris didn't understand what Chan had to consider.
Just showing you and you're already picky?
Starting at thirty thousand, going up to fifty thousand, if you can afford this money, why work for a hundred dollars a day?
"Of course, Chan, if you want a better identity, I can lend you some money.
We're friends, right?"
The Democratic Party had already blocked the views Chan expressed at the time on social media, and currently, not enough people had the energy to notice this.
Eris could wait for Chan to consider it carefully.
After all, this Asian couldn't afford the money, and could only obediently borrow from him!
Once you've signed, you'll be my dog!