My American magical life
Chapter 33 - 33 33 Freeloading!

33: Chapter 33: Freeloading!

The Sight of Freeloading Again!

33: Chapter 33: Freeloading!

The Sight of Freeloading Again!

“You’re right, may I ask what do you do?”

Domo suspected that he might have encountered an investment banking elite or a big shot in the restaurant industry.

But Cheng Daqi looked far too young, and he was wearing ordinary sportswear.

Even stranger was a certain indescribable quality about Cheng Daqi.

This quality was very familiar to Domo; his father and his father’s partners all had it.

It was actually an aura, an aura that came from Cheng Daqi’s experiences in his past life but didn’t match this body.

“You can call me Chan, Chan as in Jackie Chan, a failed entrepreneur from Hua Country.

My experience might not help you succeed, but perhaps it can help you steer clear of failure a bit.”

Cheng Daqi’s response revealed his composure.

Failure is not shameful; throughout history, many heroes have climbed to the peak through a path paved with failures.

No matter how many times you fail, it only takes one key victory to succeed.

Take the Warhawk, for instance; she lost sixteen rounds in women’s professional Go tournaments and only won two.

But, one was against the current top female player of the past.

The other was against the past top female player of the present.

A win rate of merely ten percent was enough for her to stand at the pinnacle of Go and create her own legend.

As long as there was a chance to start over, Cheng Daqi would not be discouraged.

Cancer in his past life had crushed all his chances of making a comeback.

Now with a new body, he believed he could rise from the very bottom of America.

With this mindset, even though he was living as humbly as dust, he did not lose his composure in facing life.

“Alright, Chan, it’s a pleasure to meet you.

Can you share some of your experience with me?”

Domo extended his hand eagerly and gripped Cheng Daqi’s firmly.

Perhaps Cheng Daqi’s words had struck Domo so profoundly that he forgot his hands were still greasy from handling food.

“You’re too enthusiastic, Domo; my experience is somewhat related to the restaurant industry, which is why I said I could give you some advice.

Going back to the subject we were discussing, have you thought about how you’re going to differentiate your competition with those big brands?”

When helping someone figure things out, it depends on the situation; spewing everything out lacks persuasiveness.

Domo would only listen to Cheng Daqi once he realized for himself how tough the problem actually was.

“I, I think, those companies’ advertising is too boring; I could do something fun for my promotion.”

Domo had ideas, but not many.

Shaking his head, Cheng Daqi began to explain.

“Fun advertising is hard to achieve; you can’t please everyone, nor can you expect your advertising team to be continuously inspired, and even if they are inspired, an amusing ad will become boring after it’s seen too many times.

Breaking through the dominance of big companies with advertising counts on luck; it’s not something you can force.

And big companies have larger advertising budgets than you.

For the same advertising impact, they can afford to show it to customers ten times.

Can you?”

Besides advertising, do you have any other ideas?”

In fact, there are methods to advertising and marketing, but there’s no need to elaborate to someone I’ve just met (the author doesn’t want to be accused of padding the story, haha).

Moreover, helping someone out so thoroughly just for a few bottles of water would be too cheap.

Cheng Daqi was merely providing Domo with some tips to avoid failure.

“Besides advertising…

My burgers taste better?

That won’t work, there’s no room for improvement there.”

Domo was lost in thought, unable to figure out how to break through.

This made him feel somewhat frustrated.

Before starting his business, Domo always thought he was the one who would be different.

He was extremely confident; he came up with the grand name BIGBIGBIG for his food truck, convinced that the food he made would be recognized by others.

Now, under Cheng Daqi’s guidance, he realized he knew nothing at all.

Glancing at his phone, it was almost six o’clock, and the night in Saint Rodu was fast approaching.

Cheng Daqi directly offered his suggestion.

“Domo, with your situation, using advertising to draw traffic, breaking through with cross-industry collaboration, or running an unmanned restaurant are all difficult to achieve.

The best method for you is to tell stories about your products, to give your burgers a story.

But right now, your burgers lack distinctive flavors and production features, making it difficult to tell that story.”

The distinctive features of food need to be created and researched by you, I can’t give you any suggestions.

“But if you one day discover those features and need to tell their stories, you can come to find me.”

Cheng Daqi inexplicably smiled, he truly felt that the days since he’d arrived in America had been very interesting.

Every day, he encountered strange adventures.

“But by then, it won’t just be a matter of a few bottles of drinks, understand, my friend?”

Looking at Cheng Daqi’s steady and forceful gaze, Domo pursed his lips and nodded firmly.

“Chan, I think I need a way to contact you, is that ok?”

“Of course, my friend, whenever you’ve figured out how to create those features, you can always come to me.

The advice I’m giving you is actually far from where you are right now.

What you really need is to change those bizarre names to something more normal.”

The sleepy Sani finally found something he could agree on and expressed his agreement.

“Yes, Domo, those burger names of yours are too strange.”

The chubby chef nodded with a wry smile, realizing the issue, but people tend to be a bit obsessive about their own choices.

Now reminded by the two, he realized it was indeed time to let go of that obsession.

“Understood, thank you.

I think we’re friends now, aren’t we?”

Sani didn’t quite understand what Domo meant.

But Cheng Daqi already anticipated what was going to happen next.

“Yes, Domo, we are already friends.”

The chubby chef wanted to pat Cheng Daqi on the shoulder to show closeness.

But his hand wasn’t very convenient, after all, he had just been cooking.

The chef extended his arm and then awkwardly lowered it again.

“Then let me treat you to a meal, can I, Chan?”

Is this freeloading?

Cheng Daqi nodded with a weird expression.

How come he had been freeloading every day, and now that he was willing to pay, he was still forced to freeload.

“Of course, we’ll be on our way now, Domo.”

Sani felt like he lost out because he didn’t fleece Cheng Daqi.

But then again, he had a free meal, so it seemed like he didn’t lose out.

If a loss.

The black girl really couldn’t figure out if she’d lost out or not.

Domo didn’t feel at a loss at all; he had never thought his restaurant would get to a certain level, never considered competing with those renowned brands.

The words of Cheng Daqi were like opening a skylight for him, letting him see the potential future of his own.

The distance from those industry leaders was far, and his restaurant was just a tiny shrimp.

But he was already thinking about what to do.

Domo knew the ideas that Cheng Daqi shared with him were right.

The thought of cross-industry collaborations breaking through the mold and unstaffed restaurants sounded great.

But these seemingly distant and difficult-to-grasp methods weren’t something he could handle, only by finding a feature and telling a story.

Taking a cleaning cloth, Domo continued tidying the already immaculate kitchen counter.

…….

On the way back to the respawn point, Cheng Daqi flipped through the comment section of TiaoDong videos.

The first video had been out for over a day, and his follower count had already broken five hundred.

The video’s metrics had improved a lot since he first saw it.

It basically met Cheng Daqi’s expectations for drawing attention to the account.

He now had to think about how to plan today’s video.

The content from holding signs could also be included.

But this kind of content would definitely bring in those who overly admire foreign things, who wouldn’t believe that the power struggles in their ‘spiritual homeland’ could be so crude and simple.

It’s a pity that when it was time to distribute money, he couldn’t take photos, Cheng Daqi didn’t capture the magical scene of Eris holding the cash box in one hand and handing out money with the other.

He could also put Domo’s burger menu up for the netizens back in Hua Country to sharply critique those outrageous names Domo had come up with.