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Chapter 410 - 410 50 But there must be some purpose that endows justice_2

410: Chapter 50 But there must be some purpose that endows justice_2 410: Chapter 50 But there must be some purpose that endows justice_2 Cheng Daqi’s plan was too abstract, and Zhao found it a bit overwhelming.

“You see, even you think this is far-fetched, which means it’s destined to become a topic of conversation.

I’ve already taken care of things with Mr.

Sun; doing this also helps to establish Dongxin’s reputation.”

For a boss to personally dive into marketing is nothing new; there are plenty of Hua Country business moguls who are adept at it.

Sun Dongxin had long aspired to do just that, he was just waiting for an opportunity to take the stage—middle-aged men also have surging career ambitions.

After all, who isn’t still a youth at heart, despite halfway through life?

Does Sun Dongxin have no worries at his level?

Does he not have rivals that he finds extremely annoying but can’t do anything about?

Stop kidding, everyone has their passions and desires, their greed, anger, and folly.

Sun Dongxin isn’t some monk or sage; he has neither penetrated these truths nor does he need to.

Of course, he has worries, not only just worries, but big and difficult ones—if Mr.

Sun had the capability to solve them, he would have done so long ago.

He doesn’t just have rivals, but also enemies who smile to his face while hiding knives in their smiles—Sun Dongxin can’t just go smacking people in the face with his might; he wants to truly hold his head high and proud, and the only way to do that is to make Dongxin bigger and more successful.

So, after Cheng Daqi finished presenting his plan to Sun Dongxin, Mr.

Sun only asked one question—”Do we have enough money?”

Do we have enough money?

If not, I’ll increase your budget!

In any case, we must make this known throughout the entire network!

From Sun Dongxin’s perspective, that little brat Cheng Daqi is always trending on the hot search.

Even though he only has a penny to his name, he’s so much more famous in Hua Country than I am—of course, I’m envious.

Dongxin Group conducts legitimate business very seriously; I’m not afraid of getting famous, I just never had the right opportunity before.

“So what do you mean by ‘practice in advance’?” Zhao asked, pointing at the screen.

“Tomorrow morning, the three of us will start rehearsing according to our respective parts, striving to make a distinct impression on everyone as soon as the live stream begins tomorrow night.”

Life is like a play, all about acting; as social creatures, the interplay between people is forever present, and it’s unrealistic to strive without considering this interplay.

Returning to the matter itself, being a stage set for an entire network live stream, stage presence is an essential aspect that Cheng Daqi, as the organizer, must consider.

From this standpoint, Cheng Daqi designed a distinct persona for each of the three people.

“Tomorrow I’ll be in charge of threading the event and controlling the situation, similar to a host.

You can coordinate with me; we’ll be the ones warming up the crowd, while Mr.

Sun will play the role of the big brother.”

“Bro, the last time I hosted was in fifth grade, but I’ve got experience, don’t worry, I’ll do my best.”

The Shanhaiguan recruiting livestream has already been co-branded with Dongxin Group, and with a big shot like Sun Dongxin making an appearance, Shanhaiguan is promoting it, Dongxin is promoting it, and even many official media outlets in the southern Fujian region are promoting it.

Zhao Hongjin was indeed under pressure, but today CEO Cheng personally picked her up from the airport and provided plenty of comforting words.

As Cheng Daqi’s close comrade-in-arms, Zhao no longer had the opportunity to say no—pulling back now would mean letting CEO Cheng down, so even under great pressure, she had to toughen up and take on the challenge.

“Look, at least you’ve been a host before.

I’ve never even been that, but I’m still not scared.

What are you scared of?”

“Tomorrow we will have at least five thousand viewers, there’s no way it will be a cold house, there are only two possibilities: very hot or super hot.”

“Isn’t buying traffic very expensive?

How much did you guys spend?”

Cheng Daqi disliked hearing Zhao speak like that; the girl with the peach blossom eyes truly underestimated Shanhaiguan, underestimated Cheng Daqi.

“I want to emphasize again, it’s us, and also, this time we didn’t spend any money.

On one hand, Tiaodong Video has agreed to give us traffic support and will start featuring us on the homepage tomorrow afternoon; this is part of Tiaodong Video’s exploration of platform diversification.”

On the other hand, everyone at Dongxin Group will watch online with their families, providing a base of thousands of viewers.”

“But why is my character set as the naive and sweet one…

I am very fair, but I’m not naive…”

Since the live broadcast performances spanned several days, CEO Cheng clearly outlined the marketing focal points for the different judges in the instructions he gave to Xiao Cao.

Shanhaiguan has its marketing accounts and short video accounts; make sure all arrangements are clear, and once the live broadcast gains some traction, all kinds of marketing will follow suit.

“Our three character sets are mismatched, for instance, I’m playing the role of the strictest critic, but while being harsh, I’m also responsible for connecting the segments, which can mitigate my severity.

And with appropriate marketing, this sternness can be seen as a manifestation of professionalism and dedication.

As for you, Zhao, whose character is mismatched with mine, you need to play a role of an empathetic, kind, and gentle soul healer, not as a stereotype of your gender but built from an angle of maximizing traffic and fan growth.”

During the live broadcast, after I or Sun CEO say something particularly harsh, you come out last as the little angel.

Everyone will transfer their slight resentment towards our sternness into appreciation for your kindness and gentleness.

In language comprehension, this is called ‘contrast to highlight character traits.’

In entrepreneurship, Cheng Daqi was serious, the upcoming live broadcast might not reach perfection in all aspects, but some core content was firmly in Cheng’s grasp—focusing on the main contradiction.

“Daqi, about things like this performance, I don’t know what to say, it feels strange to me, do you understand what I mean?

Just…

I know you’re right, but it still feels off.”

Zhao Hongjin found the food in her bowl no longer appealing.

All of Cheng Daqi’s designs were highly professional; as a performance-based marketing venture for an MCN company, CEO Cheng attended to all the details he could think of, he was amazing.

“I have felt strange the last few days too, about Ai Guobei’s case, just…

If our end is just, but we use somewhat unjust means to achieve it, is our justice still justice?

I’ve been pondering over this question.

Another issue is, when unjust means are employed, to those deceived by my actions, the victims, I represent injustice, and that feels particularly bad.

So, I understand your feelings, but I can’t give an answer, or rather, can’t provide an answer that is both filled with a sense of morality yet grand and practical.”

I can’t do it.”

CEO Cheng’s question was lengthy; thankfully, Zhao Hongjin’s memory was always sharp, she understood clearly.

She admired CEO Cheng’s candor in admitting he couldn’t do it, yet she sighed for Cheng Daqi’s distress.

“To forsake procedural justice for substantive justice, this matter is complex yet simple.

So, I first need to ask you, are Ai Guobei’s recordings real?

You need to tell the truth, okay, Daqi?”

Zhao Hongjin was serious; her beautiful eyes were like two gentle lakes, filled with every lovely adjective ever penned by humanity, yet even those couldn’t capture them completely.

Being gazed at so intently by her, Cheng Daqi felt a kind of scrutiny burning him, it was an interrogation of his conscience.

“They are real, at least in this matter, he wasn’t wrong,” Cheng Daqi didn’t say much—Zhao was smart enough; he didn’t need to explain further.

“Then promise me, don’t sue him, let him off the hook, it might also avoid this moral bind.”

“Can’t help it, it’s out of my control,” Cheng Daqi shook his head.

“Daqi, if we were just friends, I would say, do what you want, after all, he isn’t a good person.

But we’re more than friends, and that’s where the problem lies.

The end can lend justice to the means, but something must bestow justice upon the end.

Have you ever considered what form of justice your so-called just ends represent, at the moment when you move towards your so-called righteousness and ideals?”