pjbooks Chapter 106 [5 items]
Chapter 106 [5 items]
Chapter 106 [Five Hundred Articles]
"I'm not angry. I'm not that angry over something like this."
Liu Zhuohao spoke calmly, without a trace of anger.
If you get embarrassed and slam your fist on the table just because someone is shrewd or asks direct questions during business negotiations, then you might not be suited for this job.
That's just how business is; doubt, hesitation, and probing are all perfectly normal.
As long as no loss is caused to either party, and as long as a consensus can be reached, that is a good outcome.
He spoke casually, yet Chen Min was slightly taken aback.
She thought that a boy of this age, being questioned and schemed against like this, would have some resentment in his heart even if he didn't react, and his words would inevitably reveal some of his emotions.
But Liu Zhuohao didn't, and it was clear that his calmness wasn't feigned.
"That's good to see it that way." Chen Min smiled, this time with a more genuine and relaxed expression. "My uncles and their family are sometimes just too conservative and overthink things."
"It's better to be cautious," Liu Zhuohao replied, turning around and looking at the factory buildings that were faintly visible deep inside. "For a business to last, caution is better than recklessness. Besides, this is our first collaboration."
"Friendships are something that need to be built up."
"Let's talk about actual profits. If we cooperate more often, this kind of thing will naturally not happen again."
"If there's anything that needs to be discussed in the future, you can contact me first," Chen Min continued, turning her head to look at him with sincere eyes. "I'll act as a middleman, or you can communicate with my uncle and brother first."
"If I say some things, they might not be so nervous at first, and it's easier for me to persuade them."
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That's what she said.
Liu Zhuohao simply nodded and said "okay," but didn't take it to heart.
This sounds considerate, but there's a condition: he has to convince her first before she'll help persuade Chen Youyin and Chen Jianye.
The difficulty of these two is actually about the same for him.
Instead of going through a roundabout way, it's more efficient to communicate directly with those who have more decision-making power on key issues.
The two unknowingly walked to the vicinity of the factory gate, where Liu Zhuohao's motorcycle was parked under the shade of a tree.
"Oh, right."
Chen Min seemed to suddenly remember something and asked casually, "When I drove you guys to dinner last time, I heard you talking to those two people from the platform about wanting to collaborate with a blogger? What's their name—'Biting Cat'?"
She stopped and turned to face Liu Zhuohao. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled patterns on her exquisite makeup and the silk fabric of her cheongsam.
"I looked it up later, and it seems like she's quite famous on that website, just like you." She paused, then added, "And—she's pretty, and from a big city."
Liu Zhuohao had no choice but to stop and hold his helmet in his hand.
"Yes, we have plans to collaborate in the near future," he answered directly.
We discussed this in the car; there's no need to hide it.
However, she actually went to search for it, which shows that Chen Min not only listened to her advice but also registered an account on Bilibili to learn more.
"Do you like girls who dress like that?" she asked again, looking at him calmly, clearly referring to the various cosplay styles commonly seen in the "Biting Cat" video.
Liu Zhuohao answered honestly, "It's alright."
"I'm not very familiar with her; our relationship is mainly business-related."
"We have different positioning. I'm in the food business, and she's in the dance business. Our target audiences and content don't conflict, and we're both about the same size. If we collaborate, our fan bases can cross-promote each other, which might be quite effective."
Chen Min listened quietly, then softly hummed in agreement, and asked, "You two are about the same size, right? I see you have over 200,000 followers, while she only has a little over 100,000."
"Moreover, the video data seems to be quite different. I don't have access to the backend, so I can only see some basic data and the comments section below."
"Her latest video only has a little over 200,000 views, and the comments section isn't as active as the comments section of your videos."
"After all, they are different channels, so the composition of their traffic is definitely different, but we are indeed bloggers of the same size."
Liu Zhuohao put on his helmet and replied, "Moreover, only when the sizes are similar can there be value in a clash of popularity."
He straddled the motorcycle, turned the key, and the engine roared to life.
"I'll leave it here. I need to hurry back and upload the video."
He said.
Chen Min stopped where she was, nodded, and did not move forward.
She stood where the shade of the trees met the sunlight, her dark blue figure serene yet striking.
The motorcycle slowly moved forward. Through the rearview mirror, Liu Zhuohao could see the figure in the cheongsam standing still, watching him leave, until she disappeared from the mirror when she turned the corner.
Actually, Liu Zhuohao had another reason he didn't mention earlier: the cat that bit him was female, and quite attractive.
"Men and women working together makes the work easier" is a common proverb.
The same applies to the internet. Whether it's video bloggers, live streamers, or other female influencers, very few women can achieve high popularity. Sometimes they carry too much of a burden, and sometimes they carry too little.
But if you take it out, it's perfect as a supporting role.
When a blogger's video popularity starts to stagnate and reaches a plateau, they will choose to collaborate with a female blogger of similar skill level, which often results in some great creative sparks.
Some people even create a romantic atmosphere by flirting with girls in order to gain traffic.
"Freshly baked!"
"It's still warm."
"Airdrop at 00:00".
"Judging by the looks of it, the phone is a Xiaomi 4, a true enthusiast's dream."
"Reported by a Chaoshan native!"
"It won't be fresh if you take it home; I suggest you cook it right there at the market."
The next day, just five minutes after the video was uploaded, the air in the rented room was stuffy and hot, with only the computer fan humming softly.
The southern coastal areas remain hot and humid in November.
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Liu Zhuohao sat upright in the slightly old gaming chair.
Zhuang Zicong and Liu Honghao stood on either side of him behind him. The three of them, with six eyes, were all staring intently at the constantly changing playback data and the slowly scrolling barrage of comments on the screen.
As for Huang Weixiong and his group, they still have other offline matters to attend to.
"Wow, he's so strong! Is that Lu Zhishen?"
"My surname is also Chen!"
"Boss Liu looks so handsome from this angle."
As the video played, the barrage of comments gradually filled up under the watchful eyes of Liu Zhuohao and his two companions.
But when Master Chen appeared on camera and went to the market with them, some people were impressed by Master Chen's exaggerated figure, while others kept their attention on themselves.
After that, comments like "A helpful vendor appeared," "Please cut it into minced meat," "How did someone recognize this?", "Strangely timed," and "Double-knife turkey" appeared on the video, which are currently unique to Bilibili.
"Actually, this shot..."
Zhuang Zicong suddenly reached out and pointed to a close-up on the screen of Liu Zhuohao sitting on the ground, rhythmically swinging an iron bar to pound beef. "If we had given a more accurate shot at the time, or if you had turned your face up a little more, the expressiveness of my later addition of music would have been even stronger."
"From this angle, your actions of pounding meat and your interaction with Chef Chen overlapped. When I was editing, I had to repeat the footage and mute the audio to barely get the rhythm right, which is a bit of a shame."
Liu Zhuohao nodded. During filming, he only considered interacting with Master Chen and didn't pay attention to how these clips would look in post-production.
As the video progressed to the point where the dark red beef was gradually pounded into a smooth and viscous paste, the comments section was flooded with messages like "Thank you for your hard work," "You've got your coins," and "Ruthless iron hand," giving Liu Zhuohao the feeling that it was real-time interaction.
"Unfortunately, there's no way to see the number of people online."
Liu Zhuohao looked at the upload time, which had only been less than ten minutes, and the video was already filled with more than two hundred bullet comments. The other data was also rising at a visible speed with each refresh of the webpage.
This data will then appear in the reports as I record it, and then be sent to Chen Youyin.
And the most crucial element, live data, needs to be captured now.
"Don't just stand there watching."
Liu Zhuohao's eyes didn't leave the screen, but his voice was calm as he gave the order, "Zicong, keep an eye on the comments section, scrolling from the latest to the back, focusing on those asking 'Where to buy,' 'How to buy,' 'Requesting links,' or 'Looks delicious,' which show a clear intention to buy or a strong interest."
"Honghao, go to the bullet comment list, sort by time, and filter out content that shows a tendency to inquire about purchasing."
I'll read the private messages myself.
He paused, then added, "Every eligible comment or private message must be screenshotted, and the user's ID and the specific time of the message must be recorded and compiled into a single spreadsheet."
The expression of intent like "Remember, we'll only consider those who have a chance to become customers," which is purely a joke praising the craftsmanship, will be disregarded for now.
Finally, he gave a clear goal: "Once we have accumulated 500 such expressions of intent, we can start marketing."
Five hundred.
This number is a threshold he estimated based on past experience.
Of the 500 people who have expressed interest, whether publicly or privately, some may just be talking the talk and may not actually place an order.
However, some people will inevitably have the desire to buy, but will not leave any comments, bullet screen messages, or private messages.
Five hundred is a moderate and well-founded indicator, sufficient to show that the video successfully "scratched" the audience's itch, arousing their appetite for "Chaoshan beef balls".
"Boss, shall we start the statistics now?"
Zhuang Zicong hesitated before asking, still often putting himself in the position of an employee rather than a long-time friend when others were present, "It's only been uploading for a little over ten minutes now, we can actually wait a few days before starting to look at the data."
Without looking up, Liu Zhuohao explained, "Yesterday I showed the video to the factory, and they felt that our video was too simple, and they were unhappy with the easy 40% cut."
"We need to prepare a report in the next couple of days to show them the general situation and let them see how many fans have been converted into customers because of this video."
"So I'm having you start by looking at the latest reply. We don't have much time, so take a look for a bit, remember the posting time, then refresh the page and go back there to continue reading."
Zhuang Zicong muttered, "So that's how it is."
He didn't say anything more, while Liu Honghao had already picked up his notebook and started reading the comments.
The room fell silent again, with only the sounds of mouse clicks, keyboard taps, and occasional soft confirmations.
Each of the three people had their own task: searching through the rapidly scrolling bullet comments, messages, and private messages for customers who were interested in making a purchase.
"Holy crap! This meat paste! This color! Boss, could you send me a portion when you're done?!"
"You can't buy this anywhere else, right? Do you have to go locally?"
"Boss Liu, look at me! I've sent you a private message! Please reply!"
"I watched it twice, the details are perfect, I can hardly contain myself! I wanted to ask, if I were to buy it online, does Mr. Liu have any recommendations for personal shoppers, WeChat sellers, or online stores?"
Am I the only one who's already opened Taobao and started searching for Chaoshan handmade beef balls?
"You can't find this authentic beef balls anywhere in the north. Mr. Liu, could you open a shop and sell these beef balls? If the price is right, I'd like to buy a lot and stock up."
The bright sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, illuminating the smoke in front of the screen in minute detail.
One message after another, whether it was a short bullet screen comment, a slightly longer and more deliberate comment, or a direct private message, was extracted from the flood of data by the three of them.
The quantity is slowly but steadily increasing, like fine sand constantly accumulating in an hourglass.
Liu Zhuohao never doubted whether his video would generate comments expressing such purchasing intent.
There are always people whose mouths are craving something late at night, staring at the screen and fantasizing about that hot food. Unable to resist their drooling and rumbling stomachs, they start trying to find ways to eat it.
Even before he started filming street-side steaks, people had asked if he could have pre-marinated steaks delivered so they could cook them themselves.
Back when they were setting up their stalls, some people even inquired whether they could buy scallion pancakes online.
If you think about it carefully, you'll realize that ordering hand-pulled pancakes for delivery is more like it is. How do you order them online? Do you send the raw materials yourself and expect them to make them themselves?
The impulses brought about by the desire for food can make people lose their rationality.
The only thing he wasn't sure about was the scale of this impulse.
In 14, this small, shabby website didn't even have a dedicated food section; it was just a tiny subcategory within the entertainment section.
Compared to the rocket-like growth of my previous two videos about protecting my rights, the growth of my followers when I was just making food videos was indeed very slow.
When Huang Weixiong and the others returned from outside with the ingredients, the kitchen was filled with the clanging of pots and pans and the faint aroma of food. Only then did Liu Zhuohao manage to lift his head from the sea of private messages that was almost drowning him, his eyes dry from staring at the screen for so long.
"How many are there?"
He asked.
Liu Honghao rubbed his sore neck and reported to his supervisor: "I've filtered out 64 comments that clearly indicate a purchase intention."
"In the comments section, there are forty-one comments with relatively clear intentions," Zhuang Zicong reported, though his tone didn't reveal much excitement.
Liu Zhuohao mentally calculated that, adding the twenty or so messages he had carefully selected from his private messages, the total number was just close to one hundred and fifty.
We're still far from meeting the five hundred requirements I just mentioned.
At this point, three or four hours had passed since the video was uploaded.
The number of views in the background data has reached 237,000 and is still increasing at a rate of several hundred per minute. The data curves for likes, favorites, and coins are also showing an upward trend.
Undoubtedly, the platform pushed it to the top of the trending topics, and even featured it on the homepage.
This was agreed upon beforehand. According to the contract, the platform will provide streaming services for this video data as much as possible.
Zhuang Zicong, standing beside him, looked at the meager screenshots in the spreadsheet and finally spoke up: "Boss, isn't setting the threshold of five hundred entries a bit too high?"
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