My American magical life
Chapter 75 - 75 3 Are you saying that I'm actually not that bad

75: Chapter 3 Are you saying that I’m actually not that bad?

75: Chapter 3 Are you saying that I’m actually not that bad?

Calisthenics isn’t kung fu, and Cheng Daqi was well aware of that.

It was all about the contrast.

To stand out in the field of short videos, interesting content is essential, and a bit of contrast is the trump card.

Who could resist watching an American black chubby guy seriously performing calisthenics on the side of the road?

Especially now, in 2018, when the domestic and overseas blogger tracks are still in a state of flux.

As long as Kernor really keeps it up, there will be Dollars to be made.

The ceiling for one account isn’t high, but what if you created a matrix?

Have different internet celebrities act according to a script; as long as the writer is strong, there’s no need to worry about it not being popular.

It’s 2018, not the cutthroat year of 2023!

Where to find a scriptwriter?

Spend money to find one, of course.

As long as you pay enough, and add some elimination from the bottom, believe in the potential of Hua Country’s workers!

Patting Kernor on the shoulder, Cheng Daqi’s words were earnest.

“You first learn from the video for a couple of days, get a preliminary grasp of all the movements, then I’ll teach you the further details.”

Kernor still had some doubts, and he decided to ask again.

“Chan, can I beat others if I learn this?”

Hearing this fool’s question, Sani almost laughed out loud; she had thought Cheng Daqi was just toying with this black chubby guy.

“Listen, learning kung fu isn’t for you to use in fights.

If you like sitting in jail cells, you should learn American Iaijutsu; a gun is always faster than a person.

You call me ‘Sifu’, and I definitely won’t scam you.

Once you’ve learned this kung fu well, I’ll arrange a job for you.”

A vagabond, unabashedly telling another vagabond, ‘I’ll get you a job.’

Such words, if heard by any vagrant of normal intelligence, wouldn’t be believed for a second.

But people are different, and Kernor was no ordinary person.

He looked at Cheng Daqi with resolve and nodded seriously.

After all, he had taken someone as a master, and Kernor, who was fooled by movies, believed that Cheng Daqi would not deceive him.

“Sifu, I’ll move here tonight, so I can learn kung fu with you every day.”

Sani’s expression turned stern, and she warily sized up Kernor.

She wanted to remind Cheng Daqi not to agree to Kernor’s request lightly.

But when she looked at Cheng Daqi, she found that he gave her a look that signaled her to be at ease.

“That’s not necessary.

Sani still hasn’t forgiven you.

You should consider the lady’s feelings,

and besides, the most important thing for you now is to master the basic ‘moves’.

We can talk about the rest later.”

Before taking Kernor to the respawn point, Cheng Daqi had already considered everything thoroughly.

He wouldn’t put himself or Sani in danger.

After all, Kernor had sent over a hundred messages, kowtowed to take him as a master—all because he wanted something.

Those who want something have weaknesses, and are easier to control.

“I got it, see you, Chan.”

Kernor nodded, then said his farewells and left.

Sani lay back on the blanket, drained, and asked with confusion.

“Why did you suddenly send me a message to act, and drag this fool here to apologize, what’s the deal?”

The black girl had too many questions; the things Cheng Daqi had been doing these past few days seemed very strange to her.

“Aren’t I making videos?

Are you interested in making them with me?”

Instead of directly answering Sani’s question, Cheng Daqi planned to invite her to make videos together.

Although Sani had helped him shoot some footage before, now he hoped she could help him more.

After all, once the cooperation with the wealthy Temir was settled, he might have to operate two accounts at the same time.

Companies in Hua Country after all are in Hua Country, and in America, he still needs someone to help him shoot Kernor.

“I don’t know how to shoot videos either.

I can help you, but I’m afraid I won’t do it well.”

Seeing that Sani didn’t refuse, Cheng Daqi was quite satisfied.

Heimei was his first friend when he arrived in America, who helped him a lot.

From just a couple of days after arriving in America, he had considered bringing Sani under his wing when the time was right.

Reliable, trustworthy, that was enough.

For many things, ability is really secondary, Cheng Daqi couldn’t work in industries with a high technical threshold anyway.

Although Sani had some shortcomings, who didn’t?

And those shortcomings of Sani’s, compared to her pure, untarnished soul, really didn’t matter.

“If you’re not good at it, just learn slowly.

I’ll teach you what you don’t understand, and making videos isn’t that hard.”

Many things seem difficult, but most of the difficulty lies at two points.

The first point is from 0 to 1, crossing that threshold, going from 1 to 60 really isn’t hard.

The second point is between 80 to 90, different people reach this range and find themselves limited by talent, learning abilities, or lack of conditions, unable to continue to improve.

Making videos only requires a sixty, for most video creation, the most important thing is the content, not how sophisticated the filming technique is.

“I’m worried I’ll mess up and cause you trouble,” said Sani, lying down with her eye mask on.

Sani’s voice was quiet, seemingly a bit anxious.

She was fidgeting with the corner of her clothes with her left hand, constantly twisting it.

Cheng Daqi saw all this.

Still a girl lacking in confidence.

That’s right, after all, only seventeen years old, not even an adult, she wanted to help but was afraid of letting him down.

“Have you ever made videos?” asked Cheng Daqi.

He planned to guide Sani a bit, to give her some confidence.

“I’ve made some, but not the kind that you post online like influencers.

What I made was the simplest kind, you know, you should understand?”

Sani was at a loss for words, she really wanted to say that the videos she made were trash compared to those of influencers.

“I understand, but do you remember the sick photos you took for me the other day?”

Cheng Daqi opened his phone and flipped to the backend page of the TikTok-like app.

“I remember, but that has nothing to do with videos, a photo is a photo, a video is a video.”

It wasn’t that Sani thought Cheng Daqi was strange, it was just a lot of what he did really was incomprehensible.

You’re sick and not resting, but having people take photos of you instead.

Is that something a sane person would do?

“But I turned that photo into a video, guess how many views it got?”

Sani thought only idiots would watch a video made from a photo, so she gave a very low number.

“Five hundred?”

“No, less, guess again.”

“One thousand?”

“No, Sani, you lack imagination for your own talent, keep guessing.”

“Ten thousand?”

“Hahaha, just take a look for yourself, how many do you see there?”

“F**K, have they gone mad?

Fifty thousand people watched a photo, there really are a lot of idiots in your country!”

“You can’t say that, they all are friends who like me, that’s why they care about my illness; you might need to be a bit more polite.”

“Sorry, I’m just too surprised.

Are all these people commenting concerned about you?”

“Of course, want to hear what they said?

I can translate for you.”

“Sure.”

“……”

“I didn’t expect so many people to care about you, Chan, are you about to become a big star?”

“You’re wrong, it’s not about me, it’s because your photo was so well taken that they watched.”

“You mean, I’m not that bad?”

“Of course!”