Chapter 86: Chapter 69: Listen up, everyone! 【Continuous Long Chapter】
When Su Huai returned to his dorm room, he was in an exceptionally good mood.
Today was another day full of rewards.
The total sales of the plum juice had exploded to over 70,000, and after subtracting all costs, the net profit margin reached an exaggerated 60% or more.
Of course, such good fortune was unsustainable and hard to replicate. The shop’s utility costs alone at the second canteen could take up 30%.
The work Li Chengguo did far exceeded the limit of 500 yuan, so today Su Huai specifically hinted to him, “I’ll only do this until military training ends, and afterwards it’s all yours.”
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The enticing prospect of a big reward gave Li Chengguo the motivation to persist, his enthusiasm was at its peak, saving Su Huai a good deal.
The strong support from the School of Management meant Su Huai didn’t need to focus on promoting his product, effectively saving a significant amount of hidden costs.
Under the influence of various factors, Su Huai gained an unexpected return on investment from a very simple business venture.
Initially, his plan was to grow the business by sharing profits, with the hope of ending up with two or three hundred thousand as a victory. Now, not only had the business grown, but he also didn’t need to share profits, which was very comfortable indeed.
From this perspective, making money through rebirth really just required having the means; Su Huai had previously made the task of earning money seem too difficult.
However, to make a lot of money, the only area where Su Huai truly felt confident was the MCN industry.
For a considerably long time to come, all industries related to internet traffic were the best vehicles for ordinary people to turn their lives around.
But to tell the truth, although Su Huai was confident he could make a name for himself, he really was quite resistant to continuing down that path; it just felt pointless.
The specific reasons being: it wasn’t high-profile, it was exhausting, and most importantly, he would be at the mercy of others.
In the era of internet traffic, big influencers were essentially building personal brands, centralizing their followers, and then redistributing them.
MCN agencies could manufacture a facade of harmony through collaboration and tight contracts, but they could never replace the influencers’ place in the whole chain.
To be more specific, MCNs are service-oriented organizations, each with their own functions in collaboration with top influencers, but they always play a secondary role.
It’s like in the NBA, where the stars are the main assets, whereas agents and talent agencies are just employees.
And when an MCN agency fails to understand its place, that’s when accidents happen.
Exactly, the situation between Dongdong and Huihui was clearly an accident.
The torrent wasn’t brewed overnight. Prejudice, dissatisfaction, “I can do it too”, why does he earn so much… such feelings had already spread among the lower levels of the company.
And among the higher-ups, sentiments like “the tail wagging the dog,” being outshined by a subordinate’s accomplishments, and the fear of making a move against something involving considerable risk were tacitly acknowledged.
Yu had an accurate grasp of Huihui’s character and thus allowed the probing to happen.
The petty essays of the editors weren’t important; their sole purpose was to relay the message from above and vent their personal grievances without any value for discussion.
Sun thought he had been given a nod of approval and was bound to become the ultimate victor. Inflated with pride, he failed to maintain his composure in the live stream, bungling the performance and transforming what could have been a minor scuffle into a debacle, disgracefully ending all the achievements of several years of hard work.
Then Yu intervened urgently to take control. It seemed as though he resolved the issue without a fight, exploiting Huihui’s loyalty and kindness to the fullest. But in reality, the loss was immeasurable.
As for the outcome in the future…
Su Huai saw it coming—it would likely be much worse than their worst projections.
History, it always repeats itself, over and over again.
It’s not related to IQ; it’s human nature, alas.
Su Huai didn’t want to become an influencer, nor did he want to be the weaker party in a collaboration. The lessons from past experiences were all too vivid before him.
So unless necessary, he wouldn’t touch anything related to MCNs.
If it was necessary, it would only be a transition.
So what to do after the plum juice venture ends?
Currently, Su Huai hadn’t thought it through. Let’s see how much the first barrel of gold amounts to before making a decision.
It’s a shame that he didn’t know anything about the recent World Cup and European Championship. Aside from those crazy games in ’22, he wouldn’t have had any worries.
Should he really go and buy Bitcoin?
But then, Su Huai suddenly found that investment too slow…
After pondering various things, Su Huai went out to wash up. Once neat and tidy, Chu Changkuo came back.
“Kuokuo, how are you feeling?”
Huai was truly the big brother type, immediately offering his concern. With that look of sincere and attentive care, even Chu Changkuo’s real father would be confused—who is this son?
Originally upset and tired, Chu Changkuo felt a warm surge in his heart upon seeing Huai’s face filled with a mix of guilt, worry, and embarrassment. He could fake an expression, but not the look in his eyes. He could still distinguish between true concern and false pretenses.
My Huai… he really…
Although sometimes he did love to joke around, he was truly considerate in his actions!
“I’m fine, Huai!”
Chu Changkuo patted his chest with a thud, assuming a tough-guy demeanor.
“I’m just worried about messing up and affecting your business. It’s just a bit of physical work, no problem at all!”
Just as he finished boasting, he stumbled and flopped into a chair.
Su Huai immediately turned around, pulled out a vacuum-packed pig’s trotter, and handed it to Chu Changkuo: “Eat some meat, you need to beef up!”
Chu Changkuo was about to thank him when the trotter seemed familiar—huh? Wasn’t this the ready-to-eat food I bought on the first day of school?
Just as he was pondering the absurdity, Su Huai immediately started apologizing with an embarrassed look: “I don’t have much else to offer for food, ah, right, have some hot water!”