My American magical life
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514: Chapter 83 Cannibalistic Wolves, Waters of the Age, The Hunt (Please support with your daily votes!)_5 514: Chapter 83 Cannibalistic Wolves, Waters of the Age, The Hunt (Please support with your daily votes!)_5 “You’re not mad because I messed with the terms without permission?”

The chubby chef let out a sigh, having thought that his old man was yelling about this.

“Of course, don’t ask such stupid questions.

I have high blood pressure, Domo.”

Rick Crusoe understood humor, and his remark was quite mocking.

“But I think he is very sincere; that’s why I’m willing to be friends with him.”

After being scolded by his father, the chubby chef murmured.

“Please, Domo, if it wasn’t for the paternity test, I would have kicked you out of the Crusoe family.”

Rick Crusoe continued his harangue, hoping his son would continue to grow.

“You can’t read his gaze.

That day at Gru’s wedding, he only paid a little more attention when he looked at Benny and me.

The rest of the time, when he looked at everyone else, there was this disgust for fools in his eyes.”

CEO Cheng’s eyes indeed looked wrong.

At that time, he was in pain about having to gamble with this anxious world, so his gaze tended to carry a bit of pity, pity for everyone caught up in this endless dusk.

This might have seemed arrogant, but it was indeed CEO Cheng’s genuine sentiment.

But to Old Crusoe, this pain and pity turned into disdain.

It could only be said that the world is diverse, and people’s thoughts can be vastly different.

“But his model is really interesting, not targeting the top influencers but focusing on nurturing mid-tier ones, while optimizing costs on multiple fronts.

Chan’s MAS seems to be the first among many MCNs in America to achieve this step in the production process and replicability.”

His…

Rick Crusoe cut off Domo’s rambling.

“Domo, just wait and see.

I’m not optimistic about MAS turning a profit.”

Domo: ?

“Why would we invest if it’s not profitable?”

Although Rick Crusoe was in real estate, he was clear about the channels, platforms, and the supply relations dependent on those platforms.

“MCNs are dealing with the dirty work that platform providers disdain.

Lots of work, little money, and easily targeted by the platforms.

I’m more optimistic about MAS being able to cultivate a group of influencers with influence, who can become vocal advocates.”

Spending twelve million on a publicity channel, though only partially, seemed like a good deal to Rick Crusoe.

He was very optimistic about the future of Cheng Daqi, a fellow member of his kind.

“MAS isn’t an MCN, or rather, it’s not a typical MCN, I…”

“Get out.”

“Father, I…”

“I’m tired.

Get out!”

—————–

Zhong Yajun was the marketing director of “Home & Essentials,” and she had specially brought an assistant to fly to Saint Rodu today to meet with Zhao Hongjin.

They had thought the chance of this cooperation trial was slim, but after a few days of delay, Shanhaiguan actually accepted the partnership.

“Home & Essentials” is an innovative private e-commerce platform.

As a latecomer to the e-commerce platforms, it needs a large amount of traffic to support its business.

Basically, it’s like the head of micro-businesses has changed the name to private domain, created a platform called ‘Home & Essentials’ – that’s the correct understanding.

(There are real examples of this, and they are currently hiring people to open stores.)

Micro-business is a unique business model in China, a monster that has grown out of the social software WeChat.

Zhong Yajun emerged from the bloody sea of micro-business as a monster, perhaps one in ten thousand talents.

With her wine-red short hair and wearing a khaki business suit, she looked bright and mature, with a hint of playful malice.

Upon seeing Zhao Hongjin, who came to pick her up, Zhong Yajun immediately greeted her with a hug and a smile.

“Ah Zhao, you’re so pretty, oh my God, you could be a star.

A few days ago, we were discussing a collaboration with a top actress.

You know what?

She can’t compare to your skin.

Nineteen years old, I’m so envious.”

All our collaborators are stars.

Today, you have an opportunity; you better grab it.

“Zhong Jie, you’re exaggerating.

I’m just an ordinary girl.

Perhaps I’ve just been a bit lucky.

Let’s get in the car first; I’ll take you to my studio to have a look.”

After practicing so long with CEO Cheng, Zhao didn’t take a word of Zhong Yajun’s flattery to heart.

Zhong Yajun didn’t expect Shanhaiguan, a startup, to be so bold with money.

Watching the team following and filming Zhao Hongjin, she murmured her amazement in a low voice.

“You have a studio?

Shanhaiguan set you up with a studio in America?”

Zhao liked this question.

The corner of Zhao Hongjin’s mouth curled as she explained.

“CEO Cheng also has a company in America.

It recently completed the A round of financing, valued at over eight hundred million, and raised almost two hundred million.

So, he arranged a studio for me.”

Impressive, right?

My friend!

“Ah?”

Zhong Yajun felt a sourness in her heart.

She had worked hard for nearly ten years to finally become a high-level executive.

But among the youth, some casually start companies and attract money like it’s a heist.

Some are lucky enough and pretty enough to be cherished in the palm of a man’s hand.

Ah, people can differ more than dogs from humans.

She was misunderstanding the situation; Zhao wasn’t someone CEO Cheng had picked – not just anyone can handle four short video accounts at the same time!

“Zhong Jie, CEO Cheng values the cooperation with your ‘Home & Essentials’ greatly.

He doesn’t have time today, but he’s arranged a meeting for tomorrow night where you can see him.”

“Ah Zhao, what kind of person is CEO Cheng?”

Zhong Yajun was curious about what sort of man could reverse his life in such a short time.

The question was hard to answer, so Zhao turned her head to look out the car window.

“He’s like a swimmer, vigorously churning through the waves, the waves of the era.”