My American magical life
Chapter 474 - 474 74 You're Paying Later!_3

474: Chapter 74 “You’re Paying Later!”_3 474: Chapter 74 “You’re Paying Later!”_3 “Hahaha, what if Mi’er and I go bankrupt, huh?

Better safe than sorry.”

Cheng Daqi shook his head, finished his coffee in one gulp, and was off to work overtime.

He had a meeting waiting for him at Shanhaiguan in Hua Country.

“Cheng, if the company’s valuation is one hundred and twenty million dollars, and I pursue additional investment, that would be…”

“No need, I’ve talked it over with Mi’er.

You’ll have special options to compensate for any share dilution caused by new investors, so go off and work now!”

CEO Cheng was so considerate, Lisa felt a bit moved.

“But this valuation is way too inflated.

I suggest considering a billion, just a bit less.

That might be more palatable for Domo and Niu Sen’s cousin, Mr.

Geweil.”

Cheng Daqi smiled meaningfully and said in a low voice.

“The extras hired today are all rich second-generation kids from PPD, all friends of Zhao, with quite the family assets!”

Talk about playing your cards close to your chest!

Who is CEO Cheng, anyway?

He’s the man with a Plan B up his sleeve, always!

The extras think they’re just acting, but they’re actually CEO Cheng’s prey.

Rich junior’s money?

CEO Cheng is all about taking as much as he can.

Squeeze a bit from their side, count a few five hundred thousand.

Add some of CEO Cheng’s and my funds, and scrape together maybe eighteen million.

Skim a bit from other sources; these woolly pigs abound, collecting a few million is no big deal.

Thirty million dollars, easy peasy!

Even without thirty million, twenty million dollars would be enough for CEO Cheng to make do.

If push comes to shove, we just keep MAS running for now and plan another round of funding when the time’s right!

Remember, his initial ideal valuation was only one hundred million dollars, meaning eighty million isn’t out of the question.

If the feedback is poor, CEO Cheng could even settle for sixty or fifty million – holding his nose, of course – but with such valuations, he’d no longer go easy on outsiders.

Prioritize getting moving; how much the tickets sell for isn’t important, what matters is keeping the fuel flowing!

The era of short videos has already arrived, and the pace is swift.

CEO Cheng is fighting hard to keep the rhythm, securing a positional advantage.

Whether it’s Shanhaiguan or MAS, both had a quick start, but they need a prompt refill to keep going.

The cost of labor in America is just too high.

MAS’s initial million dollars wouldn’t even last until the end of the month for salaries!

“Cheng, you’re really too…..”

Lisa was astounded by CEO Cheng’s scheming.

She wanted to say ‘sly,’ but felt it wasn’t very polite.

As he watched Lisa’s complex expression, CEO Cheng solemnly reminded her.

“It’s not important what I’m like.

You need to maintain the balance between Fly Travel and MAS, Lisa.

Can you handle it?”

His eyes were bright and showed no sign of fatigue.

Even though CEO Cheng had been going non-stop like a spinning top, he was ready to keep on spinning.

The blonde raised her eyebrows and replied with a breath.

“Two companies?

I’m every bit as up to it as you are!”

Having laid down the gauntlet, the girl left, her tied-up blonde ponytail swinging, as if declaring her owner’s surging heart for business.

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CEO Cheng’s ambition wasn’t lacking either; having handled the issues at Shanhaiguan, he immediately turned his attention to the company’s top internet celebrity.

In contrast with Lisa, CEO Cheng’s working intensity was even greater, Zhao Hongjin’s was no less saturated.

She was the face of four distinct short video accounts, different in style and content.

Besides creating four videos a week, she also had to keep up with schoolwork.

Thus, even though she and CEO Cheng both frequented MAS, the two hardly had time to chat.

Tonight, Little Zhao’s recording session wasn’t going smoothly; in MAS’s substitute recording studio, she struggled until nine in the evening without success.

Seeing Cheng Daqi arrive, Zhao Hongjin winked at him before turning back to painstakingly work on the details with the sound engineer.

She didn’t want to overly polish the song, especially since today she was tackling a French song “Encore une fois,” and French not being her mother tongue meant some details were a challenge.

Music is hard to edit, or rather, the result of editing isn’t as good as a fluid performance.

After listening for a while, CEO Cheng understood the situation and spoke up to relieve the sound engineer from the torment of a perfectionist.

“Little Zhao, let’s take a look at your three best takes,” he said.

When the boss gives an order, Little Zhao had to follow.

“Daqi, I chose this song to switch up the style, what do you think?

I mean, about picking this song.”

“It’s okay, but the approach is wrong.

Is this the first foreign song you’ve released on short video?”

CEO Cheng listened casually and found Little Zhao’s performance quite good; he couldn’t hear a single flaw.

“Yes, but my singing is so mediocre, sigh.”

Little Zhao’s beautiful peach blossom eyes dimmed at that moment, her vulnerability almost annoying—”Sis, you’re way too Versailles.”

“Release the worst version, the one with the most mistakes.

Let’s go with that,” CEO Cheng decided against the grain.

He didn’t know what ‘good singing’ meant, but he was sure that Little Zhao’s vocals were at the pinnacle among ordinary people.

And that was more than enough.

“Huh?” Zhao Hongjin blinked in surprise.

Bro, what kind of strategy is that?

“First release the worst version, then I’ll find someone to badmouth you, generate buzz by slandering you, and stir up your hot searches.”

“Once the traffic kicks in, release the best version, reverse your public image, and slap the faces of bandwagon critics.

It might take three or four days, should be enough for you to produce a pretty perfect version, right?”

Others’ attention: supporting you as the frontrunner.

CEO Cheng’s attention: blasting you on hot searches then cleaning up your image.

CEO Cheng’s overbearing love is pretty daring.

“Daqi, I get the marketing strategy, but with over two million followers now, I’m not exactly a minor celebrity anymore, right?

There’s no need to be this…

um, hasty?”