pjbooks Chapter 72 [Conversion Rate]
Chapter 72 [Conversion Rate]
Chapter 72 [Conversion Rate]
"Thank you all for your support. That concludes today's filming."
Liu Zhuohao raised his voice and addressed the gradually dispersing crowd.
"Our new menu will officially launch tomorrow." He paused to make sure the key information was heard clearly, "It uses imported Brazilian grain-fed chuck and flank steak, cut whole."
"As for the price—it will indeed be a bit more expensive than the current seasoned steaks."
A few muffled "whoa"s rang out from the crowd.
He then changed the subject, adopting a more pragmatic tone: "But don't worry, we will be offering set meals, along with our current classic pan-seared steak, to make it as affordable as possible for everyone."
After filming wrapped and the last few lingering onlookers left, Liu Zhuohao turned and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, handing them out as he went.
"Thanks to everyone's help tonight, otherwise my few guys wouldn't have been able to handle this situation." He said sincerely, his gaze sweeping over the stall owners and community service center staff.
"Not at all, Mr. Liu, you're too kind!" The man selling barbecue took the cigarette and casually tucked it behind his ear. "Our night market is so booming now, and you deserve a lot of credit for that."
"It's all thanks to the collective effort of everyone that we've built up this popularity," Liu Zhuohao said modestly, waving his hand.
The old man roasting chestnuts smacked his lips and asked curiously, "Boss Liu, what about that Australian beef you mentioned earlier—what's its quality exactly? I heard a small piece costs several hundred?"
"That's about the right price," Liu Zhuohao nodded.
A neighbor from the community chimed in, glancing at Liu Zhuohao: "Steak is definitely expensive, but there must be cheaper options too, right? Domestic ones? Otherwise, this business won't last long."
"Hey, what are you asking about!" someone interrupted, half-jokingly. "That's their livelihood!"
"Boss Liu, how many followers do you actually have online? During the National Day holiday, I saw people from out of town come all the way to take photos with you—"
"This young man is quick-witted. At most, we can learn to make rice noodle rolls and kueh teow soup, but look at him, he's selling steaks on the street!"
Everyone chimed in with their own opinions, a mix of curiosity and envy mingling with the lively atmosphere.
Liu Zhuohao smiled and agreed, but his gaze calmly swept over the smiling faces.
Who is the ghost?
You can't tell at all.
Among these people, there might be.
After all, the person lurking in the shadows is eyeing their own business and will definitely be keeping a close eye on their every move. They have no reason not to come and watch this big show tonight.
But it might not be there.
They're hiding well; they might not even be in this night market, but in another one.
This place has become deserted because it was once so popular.
The man selling barbecue had a loud voice, the old man roasting chestnuts had a kind smile, and the people in the community spoke in a normal tone—everyone seemed reasonable and normal.
You can't find the person just by guessing or deducing.
Perhaps tracking those people is one method, but it would also alert them. After all, your own men are in the open, and if one of them is missing, others will immediately know.
besides----
Aside from those who paid to come, it's hard to know exactly how many people are hiding in the shadows in this bustling night market.
Liu Zhuohao was parking his motorcycle at a red light, his fingers lightly tapping on the steering wheel, when he suddenly heard Huang Weixiong, who was driving the food truck with Yang Boran, speak up: "Boss, do you think our new film will be a hit?"
"So what if it explodes?"
He didn't reply. Li Zekai's voice drifted over from the back of the motorcycle, carrying a hint of a seasoned person's teasing, "No matter how good the data looks, it can't put food on the table."
"Can't be eaten?!" Cheng Bing's voice suddenly rose from the food cart. "How could that be! Didn't the boss's last video rank third on the entire site? How could it not make money?"
He turned to look at Liu Zhuohao, his eyes filled with confusion.
Liu Zhuohao didn't turn around; his gaze remained fixed on the changing countdown numbers in front of him, as if he were lost in thought.
"Hey, you just don't understand," Li Zekai chuckled, counting on his fingers. "Let me ask you, where does the money come from if you get a lot of views? Does the platform pay you? Do advertisers come knocking on your door? Or do viewers have to buy tickets to watch your videos?"
Cheng Bing opened his mouth, but couldn't say anything.
Huang Weixiong glanced in the rearview mirror, his lips curved slightly, but he didn't say a word, letting this "old man teaching new man" drama play out again.
They chatted and laughed.
Liu Zhuohao took out his phone, the screen's light illuminating his expressionless face.
He opened the backend, and the data for the previous video lay quietly, with nearly 850,000 views.
Likes, coins, and favorites—all data points are very stable, with a minimum of 160,000.
Back in 14, this was already a monstrous number on Bilibili.
But when he scrolled down, the follower count column showed just over 40,000.
A stark contrast.
The conversion rate is not good —
He turned off the screen and put his phone back in his pocket.
The light turned green, he twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot off first.
High viewership, low conversion rate – that's the most pressing problem right now.
The first shoot was like a solid stepping stone, helping him break into the core circle of Bilibili. He not only added many popular bloggers on the site as friends, but also got the site owner's contact information and became a familiar face.
However, it doesn't offer much help in terms of video content at the moment.
Many people enjoy watching videos and casually give them likes and coins, but they just won't click "follow".
This was perfectly normal in 14.
Before smartphones had fully taken hold and become ubiquitous, the tide of the internet was far from reaching the scale that would later lift people to the forefront.
Like short videos in the future, once a video goes viral and gets promoted by the platform, the traffic will explode, and the number of fans will increase by tens of thousands every day.
Even organizing a game event, if the game is popular enough at the moment, can lead to a surge in followers in just a few days due to the combined traffic.
However, there is a solution, and it is obvious: stable updates.
By repeatedly appearing at the top of the list, they gradually turned "those who have seen" into "those who follow".
But for Liu Zhuohao right now, the word "stability" is a bit of a problem.
It's not a matter of money, it's a matter of time and energy.
"Damn, then all that work was for nothing!"
Cheng Bing's loud voice pulled Liu Zhuo out of his thoughts. The group had already finished the part where the elders lectured the newcomers.
"I thought the more views you got, the more money you'd make!"
"If there's no money, what's the point of doing this? It can't just be done out of love, right?"
His gaze turned in my direction, and I had a feeling that I couldn't really be that great.
"There are still some advantages."
Huang Weixiong added, "You all have no idea what kind of people the boss is dealing with these days. You know, a cat that bites, right?"
The dancers in the dance area are especially beautiful.
"And the station manager? I only found out yesterday afternoon. The boss even added the station manager?"
When the topic of "biting cats" came up, the group didn't react much, since not everyone is a dancer.
But when the station manager was mentioned, they were all stunned.
"Bi Shi?"
They were all long-time users, so they naturally knew who the site administrator was.
"What do you mean? Does that boss know Ao Changzhang?"
"Where is Young Master Lan?"
"Boss, have you added Xiaozhi yet? I love watching his live streams and hearing his jokes."
"No, what Xiaozhi? He's from Youku!"
"By the way, why don't we go to Youku? Although I'm also a Bilibili user, I feel like Youku is more—"
The group chattered on and on, just like when the students at the school gate found out that she had become a content creator and asked her if she knew any of the bloggers they were familiar with.
At that time, Liu Zhuohao had hundreds of fans, so no one dared to speak to him.
But now—
"It's been added, it's all been added."
Liu Zhuohao replied softly, "It's more than just adding."
Just now, before boarding the train, he even sent a message to the stationmaster to let him know what he might be doing next.
Something that might trend on social media.
He wants to get Bilibili trending on social media!