My American magical life
Chapter 676 - 676 119 The shortest distance between two points is a straight line but many roads in reality are winding

676: Chapter 119: The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, but many roads in reality are winding.

676: Chapter 119: The shortest distance between two points is a straight line, but many roads in reality are winding.

When he came, he was perhaps a bit nervous, but when he left, Chief Glu was completely disheartened.

Achilles Karamaklis was nothing like he had imagined, nothing like it.

Just as Daniel had told CEO Cheng, ordinary people never get to meet the likes of world puppet masters who stay behind the scenes, like Achilles Karamaklis.

Just like CEO Cheng’s first meeting with Achilles, after Chief Glu met him, he even began to contemplate anew the differences between people.

A man, two meters tall, strong physique, extraordinary intelligence, and fierce in approach.

This was Achilles, making Chief Glu doubt whether they were even of the same species.

Chief Glu’s ridiculous threats were to Achilles no different than a dog barking.

Achilles didn’t even show the slightest bit of emotional fluctuation.

You’re threatening me?

Oh— that’s all there is to it.

Chief Glu’s suspicions were not wrong; through a long process of selective breeding, even Mi’er’s stature far exceeded that of an average person.

Inherent excellent physique coupled with top-tier nurturing, limitless resources to forge one’s skills, and a clear understanding of it all—these factors combined to create the extraordinary Achilles, and also turned the rebellious girl Mi’er into one of the world’s wealthiest women.

Antony had many children, among which were plenty of elites, but Antony knew well that the only real success stories were Achilles and Temir; the former being a dragon among men that the family might only produce once in several generations, and the latter a good girl personally taught by Antony’s father.

Both Temir and Achilles had a much higher starting point than Chief Glu, so high that Glu even started feeling a sense of inferiority, even resignation.

Sitting in the car, his thoughts were churning.

So I’ve climbed for so long, yet I’m still not worthy of anyone’s regard?

His resignation didn’t last long; after all, a top-tier corrupt cop is a grassroots strongman who truly fought his way up from the bottom.

His resolve was very strong, possibly even stronger than CEO Cheng’s.

Niu Sen was cold-hearted, Achilles was arrogant, Cheng Daqi was crafty.

He’d been miserably tricked, but this world was just too fair, too fair indeed.

Chief Glu’s deaf driver looked through the rearview mirror and saw his boss actually smiling.

Pushed aside by Cheng Daqi, treated with disdain by Achilles Karamaklis, possibly even sold out by Niu Sen, but at least for the moment, Chief Glu could still smile.

Perhaps he thought of something amusing?

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“Tap!

Tap!

Tap!

Tap!”

The khaki heels struck the floor, producing a crisp sound as Lisa approached CEO Cheng’s desk with a stack of documents.

“You should spend a little more of your budget on a mat for your office, Chan, but you’d rather throw money into a bottomless pit than spend a few hundred dollars here.”

The blond white girl was full of complaints.

She would never miss a chance to nitpick CEO Cheng.

It wasn’t that Lisa was insensitive, it’s just that CEO Cheng was too much of a capitalist.

Let’s put it this way, she’s been driven to a 997 work schedule recently.

“Are you satisfied with the bodyguard I arranged for you?”

“Satisfied, but I’m unhappy with the cost management in the content department, Chan.

I feel like MAS’s video production model might be doomed.

We’ve tried so many different ways to desperately reduce production costs, but the average cost has still risen after the overall team size expanded.”

Labor costs in America are expensive, or rather, very expensive.

Even if CEO Cheng was mentally prepared, when he saw the specific data, it still hurt.

“Ha, it is a bit high, huh?

What if we raise the threshold for signings?”

CEO Cheng put down the report, subconsciously glimpsing at Lisa’s legs, which were undeniably beautiful yet chillingly bare despite the deep winter.

“Just sign fewer bimbos.

Their ad conversion rates are terribly low.

They don’t want to do beauty, and their videos have nothing special to offer except flirting!”

“Also, our support costs for video creation are too high.

Our previous estimate was that one in twelve new signees with a hundred thousand followers would break through within two weeks, but now this ratio has become one in twenty-three.”

“And, some of those who have their own unique style of content creation are overly critical.

They think they’re making Hollywood blockbusters.

Ha, our photographers have a basic salary of only three thousand dollars, yet they expect to shoot Hollywood movies!”

The blond girl ranted on like a machine gun, and CEO Cheng consoled her.

“Our recruitment direction is not wrong.

Sweet young things and green tea bitches have a considerable fan growth.

Hmm, for cost issues, you need to look at it from a higher perspective.

They might not bring in profits immediately, but they can significantly beautify the company’s overall data.

The potential for advertisements in the short video market has not been fully tapped yet.

The extra money we spend on them not only helps us increase our valuation but also offers a chance to recoup the investment in the future.”

“You always have your twisted justifications.

What about the conversion rate for a hundred thousand followers?

That data has collapsed too severely.”

“TikTok’s current algorithm tends to reduce traffic for top influencers and increase the number of mid-tier ones to stimulate more creators to join.

It is caused by the platform’s strategy, not an issue with MAS.

Maybe we could step up our contracting efforts, recruit a massive number of influencers with tens of thousands of followers.

It’s quite feasible.”

“Fine, now you’re blaming it on the platform again.

You’re a genius at business.

So how do we deal with those nitpickers who use up our resources?”