My American magical life
Chapter 321 - 321 7 Finally the First Time Showing Off and Getting Slapped in the Face!

321: Chapter 7 Finally, the First Time Showing Off and Getting Slapped in the Face!

321: Chapter 7 Finally, the First Time Showing Off and Getting Slapped in the Face!

“I still want to make vlogs for international students; I can shoot those videos myself.”

Zhao Hongjin’s ideas were different from CEO Cheng’s.

She appreciated CEO Cheng’s goodwill, but she also wanted to operate and try on her own.

In Zhao Hongjin’s opinion, if all four of her short video accounts were operated by an MCN company, to what extent could the so-called achievements be attributed to her?

She wanted to try doing one by herself.

“Okay then, have you thought of a theme for your next video?”

Since Zhao Hongjin was insistent, CEO Cheng certainly wouldn’t refuse.

The girl with the peach blossom eyes shook her head and replied,

“Not yet, maybe I can shoot my school?”

PPD’s campus was by the sea, and the architecture and gardens within the school were very distinctive.

Zhao Hongjin was optimistic about this theme.

“Not a very good idea, if you’re only focusing on the campus.

There are many reasons, probably related to risk, too detailed to expound upon.

My suggestion is you can shoot some details of campus life, let the editors splice it together and post, but don’t just focus on the campus.”

Zhao Hongjin had to admire that CEO Cheng was indeed a bit higher in his thinking than herself.

She saw the effects, while CEO Cheng first considered the risks.

“But I need to release a video this weekend.

The original theme for the international student vlog was for me to go to Long Beach and film the sunset there, which I find a bit thin.”

“It’s a great idea, but it can’t support a large video content with just one theme alone.”

Frowning slightly, Zhao Hongjin fell into thought.

Long Beach, although it was just an ordinary small bay, had become a famous tourist destination, riding on the coattails of America’s cultural hegemony.

Zhao Hongjin’s words reminded CEO Cheng.

CEO Cheng glanced at the calendar on the table and replied with a smile.

“Today happens to be Sunday.

Would you like to join me for a wine tasting event?

We could also catch the Long Beach sunset on the way.”

When Cheng Daqi issued the invitation, the girl was a bit surprised.

Brother, are you asking me out on a date?

“Sure, but why a wine tasting?

I don’t know anything about wine…” Zhao Hongjin replied somewhat bewilderedly.

“It’s actually an invitation from a friend a couple of days ago, but I wasn’t sure about the time, so I didn’t commit.

I just said I’d see how it goes.”

“Taking you with me today, I can meet friends and also get some shooting material for you on the way.

It’s called a wine tasting, but it’s really just a gathering of young people.”

The one inviting CEO Cheng was Domo, the rebellious son of a real estate tycoon, who rather than inheriting a fortune, was wholeheartedly set on pursuing his dream in the restaurant industry.

“Then…

okay, sure.”

Zhao Hongjin’s life as an international student was also pretty dull.

The school was in the suburbs with a circle that was too clean and too small, so she was quite happy about CEO Cheng being willing to show her the vibrant West Coast social scene.

“We’ll leave now.

The entry ticket is a bottle of good wine, so we need to go get some.”

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The black Tesla was driving on Highway 8, with the giant bear Riel at the wheel.

CEO Cheng sat in the back seat, tirelessly scrolling through short videos on his phone—a part of his work.

Although Shanhaiguan and MAS had dedicated content collectors and analysis teams, none had five years of experience like CEO Cheng.

Zhao Hongjin sat next to CEO Cheng, feeling a bit uneasy.

“Brother, we’re bringing Maotai to the West Coast wine tasting, isn’t that a bit too unconventional?”

Zhao Hongjin finally asked the question that had been on her mind, surprised that Cheng Daqi had opted for Maotai Liquor.

Glancing at Zhao Hongjin, Cheng Daqi chuckled, finding it amusing.

Zhao Hongjin often seemed too mature for her age, but after all, she was just a 19-year-old girl, with a naive desire to fit in and be accepted in her mind.

And she believed that fitting in was about being sociable, or rather, not too unconventional—possibly an influence from Hua Country’s cultural education background.

In truth, people always like those who are special.

Moreover, Maotai wasn’t some unique liquor.

Domo’s circle was sophisticated, and they might have already tried this top Hua Country liquor.

Zhao Hongjin was still too young.

“No worries, you can look up the story of Maotai Liquor on Baidu now, so you can tell them later.

These gatherings, though called wine tastings, are really just about friends hanging out.”

“Whether the wine is good or famous doesn’t matter, as long as the story is interesting.”

CEO Cheng didn’t actually know what the wine tasting would be like after all, he was just an ordinary entrepreneur, but he still managed to baffle Zhao Hongjin.

“Chan, can you take me along for a drink?”

Riel was truly excited, extremely excited at that.

He himself loved to drink, and Cheng Daqi was going to drink a wine with a story—how could Riel not be moved?

“Hahaha, sure, but don’t drink too much.”

In America, testing for drunk driving is a matter of walking in a straight line; as long as you maintain a straight line, it’s not considered DUI.

So even if Domo was a part-time driver, he could drink a little.

(Let’s not get into details; let’s say this applies to all of America.)

“Daqi, drunk driving isn’t safe, this…”

Zhao Hongjin cleverly switched back to Cantonese to caution Cheng Daqi.

Well, during the war years, she must have been a high-level spy, quite conscious of secrecy.

“We’ll get a designated driver, Ah Zhao, don’t you feel you’re missing some experience?” CEO Cheng teased.

“…”

All the goodwill was wasted.

Zhao Hongjin glared at Cheng Daqi and stayed silent.

But she did feel she was far behind Cheng Daqi; although there wasn’t much difference in age, the gap between their actions and thoughts was evident.