My American magical life
Chapter 561 - 561 93 The Original Title Was Deleted

561: Chapter 93 The Original Title Was Deleted 561: Chapter 93 The Original Title Was Deleted If Mi’er felt that the city of Shanghai represented prosperity, then the complexity of Siming District on Heron Island left her feeling complex.

It was a super metropolis slightly smaller than Shanghai, but not by much—the difference between several million and twenty million inhabitants was negligible, both massive enough to make one question life itself.

The character of Shanghai was a prosperous one with a hint of refinement, whereas Heron Island boasted an unrestrained inclusiveness.

As a port city of southeast Hua Country with a history of over a thousand years, the eclectic cultural charm of Heron Island had Temir somewhat spellbound.

She could understand the prosperity of Shanghai, after all, a century ago, it had been one of the centers of Asia.

But when the motorcade passed through the bustling Siming District, her heart sank—this place was even more beautiful than New York!

This arrogant heiress from America was completely shocked by the development of Hua Country; she couldn’t even fathom that Heron Island was not even a provincial capital.

If Heron Island was already so prosperous, what about the whole state?

Lost in thought for quite a while, the dark-haired wealthy woman looked at CEO Cheng, who was replying to a message from Xiao Cao, and asked,

“Cheng, I heard from Lisa that you are from Heron Island?”

“Sort of, but now I am Greek, you know, I even have a green card from America.”

CEO Cheng’s bit of humor did not amuse the girl from the Caramacris family; she asked with a touch of disappointment,

“Where are we heading now?”

“I’m going to Shanhaiguan to take a look, and Director Sun’s people will take you to your accommodation.

Oh, by the way, that villa is no worse than your place in Saint Rodu.”

The latter part of Cheng Daqi’s words piqued Mi’er’s interest, and her mood finally lifted a bit.

“Really?

Did you tell him about my arrival?”

Cheng Daqi shook his head with a strange expression.

“No, the last time I was here, he arranged for me to stay there too, and Lisa has stayed there as well.

You’re overthinking it.”

Sister, this is Hua Country, my home turf, your clout is significant, but mine is not small either.

Temir closed her eyes in vexation; all she wanted now was to lie down in bed and rest properly.

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Dongxin Building, Shanhaiguan headquarters.

After a long absence, CEO Cheng returned to his loyal Shanhaiguan.

However, not everyone within Shanhaiguan was one hundred percent loyal, of course, that wasn’t a problem in CEO Cheng’s view.

After all, people stand at different heights and thus have different understandings of the bigger picture, which is completely normal.

“Director Dong, the deal with Good Stuff At Home was personally secured by me, so please refrain from commenting further.

Among the emerging e-commerce platforms in the country, they are already the best choice for Shanhaiguan.

I understand that some bigger platforms might be more compliant, but you must realize that the offerings in the big temples are not as appetizing.

Good Stuff At Home isn’t huge, but it has a promising growth trajectory, and importantly, it still has a significant need for traffic.”

CEO Cheng’s reasons were manifold; Dong Zecheng found them absolutely numbing to listen to.

My boss, don’t you realize, Good Stuff At Home is but a swindling platform that fools people!

In your words, it’s ‘a little less compliant’…

Is that just a little?

These harsh truths lingered in his chest, wrestling with his conscience and dedication to his work, leaving him extraordinarily conflicted.

“CEO Cheng, you’re right, perhaps I didn’t think it through enough.

I’ll definitely discuss this more with you in the future.”

As a vice president, he had reasons to push back against such business cooperations, which he had done—purely out of public spirit and a sense of mission for his career.

But after a chat between CEO Cheng and Xiao Zhao, the project got started without him.

The complexity of it all was crystal clear to a seasoned professional like Dong Zecheng.

He knew he should offer advice, but ultimately, he didn’t speak up.

Your Majesty, I wish to right your leaning court, yet you trust the words of those beside your pillow!

Never mind, it’s your company after all, and Xiao Zhao remains the company’s top influencer.

Do whatever pleases you.

“Director Dong, how did the search for supplier resources I asked you to conduct go?”

Cheng Daqi didn’t dwell much on Good Stuff At Home; it was a long game, he was fishing for bigger fish, and it was still early days.

As a MCN agency holding influencer traffic at Shanhaiguan, MAS naturally has a responsibility to interface with advertisers, but compared to dealing with various marketing departments, CEO Cheng preferred to integrate the supply chain himself.

Of course, this ‘integration’ was merely a preliminary, shallow, light-asset and low-cost type—he didn’t have much money.

In contrast to the massive financial black hole that is the product supply chain, CEO Cheng only wanted to play the field, content with getting a phone number—to establish a connection.

Aiming to build a basic supply chain management system for Shanhaiguan and MAS, low-cost yet capable of laying the groundwork for future social e-commerce, was right in keeping with CEO Cheng’s old habits of double-dipping.

It couldn’t be helped; entrepreneurial life is arduous, and controlling costs as much as possible within one’s capabilities is a must.

For the moment, establishing contacts with various suppliers suitable for influencer sales was enough.

After all, the total fans of all influencers at Shanhaiguan and MAS was just shy of two hundred million.

If deduplicated, the actual audience might only be around thirty million.

Considering this customer base, private labeling was feasible—at thirty million targets, not everyone would make a purchase.

“CEO Cheng, based on the categories you provided, I found more than forty suppliers, and we have at least three suppliers for every category.

However…

”

Director Dong teased a cliffhanger, seeming to have some unspoken difficulties.

At that moment, Xiao Cao came in with a tablet, apparently with something to report.

“Speak frankly!”

Cheng Daqi gestured for Xiao Cao to take a seat and encouraged Dong Zecheng to speak his mind freely.