My American magical life
Chapter 130 - 130 47 Top Middle Bottom All Winning Winning Like Crazy_2

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“Chan, setting up a party is no problem, I can handle it alone tonight, but do you expect me to set up parties every day?”

Look, such a fine workhorse, America truly is a playground for capitalists.

When Scott emerged from his dejected state of mind and mustered the courage to start a new life, he immediately shifted into a state of eager struggle.

“Sani is a photographer, and you and Kernor are both vloggers who appear on camera.

Have you seen any videos on YouTube?”

Scott and Kernor both nodded.

“Scott, listen, you’re perfect for becoming a vlogger who changes his life through struggle.”

Cheng Daqi planned to apply the ‘good-for-nothing’ style he had been considering to Scott.

“Struggle, change, life—I understand each word you say, but when you combine them, I’m a little confused about what you’re trying to express.”

I mean, doesn’t everyone change their life through struggle?

Will people watch this kind of content?”

The blond veteran had clear thoughts, after all, he was second only to Cheng Daqi in talent among those present.

“No, you’ll start from being a homeless person and struggle step by step to become a middle-class American, so your fans can feel like they’re growing with you.”

“Are you asking me to be a fraud, Chan?”

All business is essentially about deception.

Cheng Daqi didn’t directly reply like that; he was deeply convinced of this view, but it was indeed too radical.

“No, you need to start from being homeless and gradually improve your situation through hard work, showing others your growth.

Your experiences in the videos will be real, and your journey will inspire many people.

They will see an indomitable will and a spirit that doesn’t succumb to a difficult life.

By then, you won’t just not be a fraud; you’ll become a hero in the hearts of all ordinary Americans.

You could even transition into becoming a politician,

Think about it, if you have enough followers, you could become a congressman, or even the Great Commander.”

Maybe it was too much of a stretch, the system’s persuasion skill didn’t trigger, and Cheng Daqi felt it was a pity.

“Forget it, I don’t want to become what I despise.”

The blond veteran responded haughtily.

“Chan, what about me?

You said I should also be a vlogger.

Do I have to make videos, too?”

Kernor asked, full of expectation, sitting to the side.

“Yes, Kernor, your style is different from Scott’s, focusing on making funny videos.

And your fanbase isn’t Americans, but people from Hua Country.”

Cheng Daqi certainly wasn’t going to waste Kernor’s natural abstract holy physique.

The internet tide surges, bringing many talented individuals to prominence and then fading, but abstract entertainment never goes out of style.

As long as it’s abstract enough, there’s an infinite amount of traffic, and obviously, Kernor has this potential.

“However, because you two are ordinary people, I can’t sign a profit-sharing contract with you.

I can only help you start managing the accounts, and if the operation is successful later on, we can split the profits fifty-fifty.”

Even blood brothers should settle accounts clearly, all benefits must be clearly addressed from the beginning or the fallout will be harder later on.

The desire for profit, the fire of desire etched into the core of human genes, never goes out.

For profits, the flames of desire burn torturously within people.

In the face of profit, even father and son turning against each other is nothing.

So, never test human nature with profits.

“Chan, all this you’re talking about is too far off, it’s too distant for me, understand?

Of course, I hope we can be successful in entrepreneurship, but what I’m more worried about is failing to meet your expectations.”

Scott said with a somewhat disheartened tone.

A dire life and terrifying past had caused him to lose faith in himself.

Even though he had reignited his hope for life, his lack of confidence had not fundamentally changed.

The words of the blond veteran also touched Sani and Kernor.

Cheng Daqi’s friends truly wanted to help him and were also genuinely worried that their abilities or other reasons might disappoint him.

“Guys, do you remember what I just said?

I own a company!

Due to the restrictions on capital outflows, I don’t have much cash in America and cannot pay you salaries, but my company in Hua Country does have funds.”

“Both of you set up accounts at the same time, as long as one is successful, it can bring in a very large profit.”

“If neither is going too well, then my company in Hua Country still has enough funds to try someone else.”

“You can also switch from being influencers to behind-the-scenes staff.”

“So don’t put too much pressure on yourselves, just do as I say, and there will definitely be a harvest.”

Cheng Daqi wasn’t really worried that the accounts operated by his company would lack followers.

For Scott and Kernor personally, they care very much whether they can do well.

For Cheng Daqi, in the future, Shanhaiguan Media will deal with a lot of amateurs and minor internet celebrities; they are just two of the many.

It’s still the same logic: with so many talents in Hua Country, as long as he is willing to offer high salaries, he can definitely attract all kinds of talents.

Those who have worked understand this logic: as long as the boss isn’t an idiot, and the salaries and bonuses are in place, the employees can really create miracles.

Cheng Daqi never pinned his hopes on creating a hit account with tens of millions of followers.

He was there to start a business and set up a company, not to single-mindedly pursue the short video path.

What Cheng Daqi wanted to do was to create a bunch of internet celebrities with several hundred thousand followers each, which would be more than enough.

Whether it’s cashing out by selling the company in the future or waiting for the right price in the short video field and switching to different platforms, the prospects are very promising.

Just to talk about cashing out, many public company bosses have this need.

The simplest routine is to find a boss who wants to cash out, let him raise several hundred million through the market to acquire Cheng Daqi’s company, and then give him a big kickback from the acquisition funds.

There are more sophisticated strategies available, like when other giants want to enter the short video field in the future, he could sell off in a package deal to the highest bidder and cash out big time.

To Cheng Daqi, making money in the blue ocean track of short videos is inevitable.

With the informational advantage, as long as he develops normally step by step, his entrepreneurship is bound to succeed.

It’s just a matter of how big the success will be.

The most successful, biggest goal is to grow and strengthen, to become a major player in the short video field, a partner of the platforms.

The intermediate goal is to be excellent, have a few million-follower accounts in hand, and a bunch of several hundred thousand-follower accounts to potentially wait for the right price in the future.

The lowest-tier goal is to have dozens or hundreds of small accounts, each with several hundred thousand followers.

It doesn’t seem very impressive, but as long as they are managed properly and the data is slightly edited, it’s not at all difficult to find a public company to pay a few hundred million for an acquisition.

Whichever level is achieved counts as success, the difference is only in the height of the success.

Top, middle, bottom, it’s all winning.

Winning like crazy.

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Li Haiping’s car was an old Honda with some years on it, fuel-efficient, durable, and not afraid of getting hit, with low insurance rates to boot.

It was infused with the characteristic frugality and pragmatism of a Chinese boss.

He parked the car in front of the small tavern as directed by the information sent by Cheng Daqi.

Li: “I’ve arrived, is it convenient now?”

Cheng Daqi hadn’t expected Li Haiping to arrive so quickly; his team-building with friends was just halfway through, with so much yet to talk about.

“Elder Li, haha, these are my friends, let’s all go take a look.”

Seeing Cheng Daqi bringing three obviously unruly friends into his car made Li Haiping nervous.

He still hadn’t quite figured out Cheng Daqi’s background, but Cheng Daqi had given him a deep impression with how he addressed him at their first meeting.

Seemingly a young man with nothing, turns around and rents houses in America.

Goes out with three lackeys at his side, two of them even black.

People like this, Li Haiping used to steer clear of them in the past.

Cheng Daqi smiled kindly, but Elder Li was really a bit panicked.

America is a country with laws, but here the law flexibly ensures equality depending on skin color.

He was truly afraid, any old hustler fears the hotheaded youth.

“No no, just call me Elder Li, CEO Cheng, the three houses you sent me are all in Saint Rodu; we can take a look this afternoon.”

“Whether the deal goes through or not, CEO Cheng, thinking to look for me to handle this is already giving me face.”

“I’ll give you a thirty percent discount, thanks to CEO Cheng for looking out for my business.”

Li Haiping painfully chose to lower his price, given that Kernor was sitting in his passenger seat.

This hulking black brother looked intimidating, and his attire seemed to scream he was ready to dive into a zero-dollar shopping spree.

The older you are in the game, the smaller your courage.

Elder Li’s heart was trembling.