pjbooks Chapter 108 [Is it high?]
Chapter 108 [Is it high?]
Chapter 108 [Is it high?]
Liu Zhuohao could sense the unease in their words. He really didn't know how many factory buildings they had leased or how much production equipment they had purchased during this period.
He looked at the camera, paused for a second or two, and then suddenly answered in an almost casual tone, "I don't know, maybe a hundred or two hundred orders."
This answer was flippant, almost with a "what's the use" attitude.
Chen Youyin's usual amiable smile almost crumbled, and Chen Jianye's eyes sharpened.
Beside her, Chen Min's face showed anxiety.
But before they could say anything that might be a cause for alarm or ruin the situation, Liu Zhuohao abruptly changed the subject, his tone remaining calm: "In short, you guys just need to wait to receive the order, arrange production, and prepare for shipment, Boss Chen."
He paused briefly, "Now that I think about it, there might have been some things I didn't handle well before. I shouldn't have let Master Chen participate in the filming, and I shouldn't have communicated too many production details with you after filming."
"This has led to a problem where you start to focus too much on the process, and even try to interfere with and evaluate how my videos were filmed and how they were marketed."
"But this actually goes beyond the scope of our contract, according to the contract."
He emphasized, "My responsibility is to produce content, attract traffic, screen potential customers, and guide them to sales. The platform is responsible for driving traffic and processing orders to send to you."
"You are responsible for ensuring product quality, arranging production according to orders, and handling warehousing and logistics."
"Now, I've shown you the work and initial results of the 'bringing it to the door' stage. All that's left is to wait for orders, and then you can deliver the goods."
"Only if we each do our best in our respective fields can this business be successful."
"So stop asking me how much I can sell it for. I'd love to know the answer too, but who can predict that?"
After saying that, he didn't give the other party any time to ask questions or argue. He simply added calmly, "If there's nothing else, I'll hang up now. I need to arrange the marketing as soon as possible. I think you must be very anxious to see results as soon as possible."
"I've said this many times: it's useless for you to question me or doubt me here. The contract has already been signed. Only when the results are out can everyone truly feel at ease."
Then, he raised his hand and decisively ended the video call.
The screen went dark, revealing Liu Zhuohao sitting alone in the dimly lit room.
He knew very well that this video call might upset the other party.
But Liu Zhuohao knew even better that as long as the outcome was good, the current unhappiness would all disappear.
The next time we meet, they might bring it up themselves, suggesting we expand the contract and deepen cooperation in selling other types of meatballs.
But this is on the premise that the sales results are good.
Liu Zhuohao lay down, leaning his back completely against the gaming chair, and muttered to himself as he turned around, "How many can I actually sell?"
He really didn't know what the outcome would be.
"I've seen many people contacting me in the comments, messages, and on the live stream, asking if I know any reliable Taobao shops or WeChat sellers who can buy for them. Are there really that many people in need of this? If so, I can—"
"Let's try to find a well-known, long-established factory in our area and ask around."
In several fan groups, this message sent by the "group owner" Liu Zhuohao was like a pebble thrown into a calm pond, stirring up ripples.
In an ordinary bedroom somewhere in China, the light from the computer screen illuminates the slightly doubtful face of a high school boy.
He was lurking in Liu Zhuohao's fan group when he saw the message. His brows immediately furrowed, and he muttered, "Really? Is he going to get dumped?"
"You've only been a blogger for a short time, and you're already in such a hurry to make money? Isn't that a bit too greedy?"
He was somewhat disappointed, his fingers hovering over the keyboard, about to type a few emotionally charged questions.
Just then, the "group owner" sent another long screenshot.
The boy paused, then moved the mouse and clicked on the image.
A long screenshot was sent out along with the uploader's message.
The boy, who looked like a middle school student, paused in his typing, picked up the mouse, and opened the screenshot.
"Boss Liu, could you please buy five jin (2.5 kg) for me from Master Chen?" "I want to buy the same ones from the video, Boss Liu, do you have any Taobao shops you recommend?" "I order you to stuff these meatballs into my mouth right now!" "I went to the market immediately after watching the video and bought some, but they're all just lumps of flour!" "Boss Liu, could you open a Taobao shop to sell these?" —
One comment after another, private messages, and bullet comments were captured and displayed before his eyes, which dispelled some of the doubts in the boy's heart.
With a skeptical mind, he began searching through the comments section below the video, following the information in the screenshot.
"Are there really that many people who want to buy it?" He was skeptical, but following some keywords in the screenshot, he switched back to Bilibili, opened the comment section of the beef ball video, and started manually searching.
Previously, when he watched the videos, he was more immersed in the production process and the final product, and didn't pay much attention to the comments section.
When the boy finally looked for it, he found that, just as the screenshot showed, several of the top-rated comments in the comment section were asking if he could help buy it in Chaoshan. Some even suggested that Boss Liu open a Taobao store to sell this product. There were also a lot of agreement and "+1" comments below.
Some people have even started discussing their expected price range and logistics issues.
"It seems—it wasn't just a rumor." Most of the boy's initial resistance dissipated, replaced by a sense of participation from being infected by the group's emotions, and a subtle sense of recognition that "it turns out I'm not the only one who's craving it."
"Yes, yes, I want to buy it! It looks so appetizing in the video!"
"I thought I had to follow the video to make it myself, can I really just buy it?"
"Is it vacuum-packed? Does it come with a soup base, like the beef bone soup in the video?"
"Is shipping free, dear?"
"If the delivery takes too long, will it spoil easily and affect the taste?"
"@Boss Liu, I don't recommend you sell food. If the quality of the goods is poor and you get food poisoning, you'll be responsible."
One message after another appeared in the group chat as Boss Liu spoke.
Seeing that the mouthwatering food in the video could be bought in a relatively convenient way, many people were tempted. Even the boys who were initially skeptical couldn't help but think, "Why don't I buy some and give it a try?"
"Don't worry, if I really want to help everyone find manufacturers, I will definitely look for well-known and reliable ones in our local area."
"It's a factory that's been around for decades and has a long-established reputation."
"Even if problems arise, they will take responsibility."
"If all else fails, I'll swallow my pride and ask the factory where Master Chen in the video usually works. Although it's my first time working with Master Chen on a film, I feel that he's a very honest person with authentic skills, so the factory he works at should be pretty good."
In the group chat, Boss Liu sent a few more messages.
"Hello Master Chen, that's the one for you!"
"Do you have beef balls made by Chef Chen himself?"
"I want it handmade?"
"How was the price calculated? Was it based on what Master Chen said in the video?"
"I'm already looking forward to it! Once it arrives, I'm going to watch the video again!"
Seeing the lively atmosphere in the group, and noticing several IDs that often chatted in the group, the boy couldn't help but type that he also wanted to place an order.
"Since most of you are from Bilibili, and there are definitely many students among you, I'd like to remind you that if you want to buy something, it's best to talk to your parents first."
"After all, beef balls aren't exactly expensive, but they're not cheap either."
"If it's for sale, it'll mostly be sold by the pound, which is only a few tens or hundreds of yuan. If you really want to buy some, you should tell your family first. And when you're going to eat it, your family will definitely have to cook it for you anyway."
Boss Liu was like a mother hen, constantly nagging and reminding people in the group chat.
Even though they hadn't even started selling yet, and there was only a hint of it, he was already thinking about how these people would eat it once it arrived.
The boy typed: "Boss, stop dawdling and contact them now! I'm waiting to eat!"
After typing and sending the message, he looked at the scrolling discussions about prices and portions on the screen, and his fingers paused on the keyboard for a moment.
He took off his headphones, got up, pushed open the door, and walked towards his parents who were watching TV in the living room. His tone was tentative and consultative: "Dad, Mom—have you ever tried Chaoshan handmade beef balls? A really reliable food blogger I follow made a video that looked incredibly delicious. It seems like I can ask him to buy some for me—I'd like to buy some and try them—"
Comments, bullet comments, and private messages were extracted and made into a long, crooked screenshot that perfectly captures the bullet comment culture of Bilibili.
It was evening inside the rented room.
Huang Weixiong and the others had already gone to the stall, leaving only Liu Zhuohao.
He was browsing the chat logs of several fan groups, watching the scrolling messages, and the overall atmosphere was much better than he had expected.
He first announced the news in his fan group.
After all, people who join your fan group are more likely to be people who have a certain appreciation for food.
Moreover, if the public opinion is really going wrong and there are some people who disagree with me or who guess that I am going to take on a commercial order, I will have more room to salvage the situation if we chat in the fan group.
In one's own fan group, the majority of people will definitely speak in one's favor.
In hindsight, this move was the right one.
The reactions in several fan groups were very enthusiastic, and some were even surprisingly cooperative.
Many of her fans are indeed not opposed to buying beef balls through personal shoppers because of her videos of making them by hand.
In addition, I made a feedback chart in advance to prove what I said.
Driven by herd mentality, more and more people are wanting to buy it.
The number of people who spoke in the fan groups just now has already exceeded five hundred.
"This provides more material for 'self-justification'."
Liu Zhuohao took screenshots of several fan group chats, added his own long screenshots, and posted them on his Bilibili feed and Weibo.
He even posted a comment in his own comment section: "I've seen that quite a few fans are interested in beef balls. After all, it's a local delicacy. I'm worried that if you buy inauthentic beef balls outside, you might think I'm just acting. So I'm planning to find a well-known local beef ball factory to cooperate with and see if we can sell beef balls on your behalf. I wonder if anyone is interested? If you are, please give my comment a like."
Click to send.
After posting the comment, Liu Zhuohao pinned it to the top and forwarded it to various fan groups again.
In this way, all his external communication methods would be made public.
Almost visibly, Liu Zhuohao saw the number of likes on his comment growing rapidly, since liking a comment doesn't require much effort or time.
He had just posted it, and after refreshing the page, it received hundreds more likes.
Just like that, the left hand moves to the right, and the right hand moves to the left, creating a montage-like illusion in front of his fans.
—Looking at it, there are so many people who want to buy it.
Liu Zhuohao leaned back in his chair, watching the constantly changing numbers, and finally felt a great weight lifted from his heart.
The public's support has already been built up.
Just as he breathed a slight sigh of relief, the QQ icon in the lower right corner of his computer started flashing rapidly, accompanied by a "beep beep beep" notification sound.
When I opened it, it was a message from the site administrator.
From filming preparation to video release, and then to the data fermentation in the past few days, the site manager, as a partner of the platform, has maintained an unexpected silence, without frequently urging the supplier.
After all, compared to the "outsider" suppliers, the website owner, as the creator of the small website platform, is very clear about how traffic works.
"Such a quick reaction?" Liu Zhuohao's heart skipped a beat. His first reaction was not to reply, but to immediately switch back to QQ and search through his fan groups using the site administrator's QQ number.
I couldn't find a single one.
This is too fast. I just got some substantial feedback, and the site administrator sent me a message. Could it be that the backend directly scraped my data?
He opened the chat window, and the site administrator sent him a new message: "Based on the initial feedback and data growth rate you've shown so far, I feel that as long as the purchase link goes live smoothly and there are no major technical obstacles or user experience issues in the redirection and payment process, a minimum of one thousand orders is entirely achievable."
Liu Zhuohao raised an eyebrow slightly; the station manager had actually given him the forecast that he himself dared not give to the supplier.
He typed: "Isn't that too optimistic? Admin, you know that our little site's core user group has a high proportion of students, and their spending power and willingness to spend may not be that strong."
In the chat box, the website administrator replied quickly: "That's right, but what you're selling is different; it's food."
"And it's not just for parents; it's about random fried foods like chicken cutlets and chicken nuggets, which are unhealthy."
"With the current data, I feel the conversion rate will be quite good. The only thing that might affect sales is quality."
quality?
Liu Zhuohao did not reply immediately, as he felt that the other party had not finished speaking.
Sure enough, a new message popped up in the chat box: "Fat Cat brought me back a few bags. I tried them briefly, and they were indeed not bad, but just so-so."