My American magical life
Chapter 77 - 77 5 No No Waste

77: Chapter 5 No, No Waste 77: Chapter 5 No, No Waste On the ninth day after arriving in Saint Rodu, Cheng Daqi finally felt a significant improvement in his health.

(Fast forward one day, hehe)

The degree of suffering from a cold is directly proportional to a person’s age.

Kids with a cold might be just fine, hopping and bouncing around.

But as you get older, the misery that comes with a cold increases dramatically.

The most vexing thing about a cold is that in most cases, the cause is a viral infection.

After years of mask-wearing, most people in the world have grasped a basic fact—viral infections can’t be treated with medication.

The only way to defeat a cold virus is through the body’s immune system.

All cold medicine can do is alleviate the symptoms; it can’t do anything to actually kill the virus.

For a mild cold, the best solution is to take painkillers.

Getting up this morning, Cheng Daqi could feel that most of the soreness in his body was gone, shifting from aching and weakness to a dull pain.

The newbie task required him to survive for ten days.

It now seemed almost within reach.

It’s only been ten days, but he could already see the hope of sorting out his status.

At the same time, he had also started a company again in Hua Country, ready to enter the short video industry.

Now Cheng Daqi no longer lamented the system’s weakness.

A crappy system didn’t mean Cheng Daqi was crappy.

His abilities didn’t need the system’s accreditation to be effective.

“Chan, you got up so late today.

Were you up to something sketchy in the tent last night?”

There was a hint of scorn in the black girl’s voice, mixed with a bit of curiosity.

After all, it was the first time Cheng Daqi had gotten up so late these past days.

“What do you take me for?

I was interviewing job candidates last night, it went on until after two, so that’s why I got up a bit late.”

In Sani’s ears, Cheng Daqi’s explanation further solidified her judgment.

What respectable person interviews at two in the morning?

Is your interview legitimate?

Is it an interview, or a “screen test”?

And you, a vagrant, have the audacity to talk about conducting interviews—how thick is your skin?

What you’re doing isn’t interviewing; you’re soliciting prostitutes!

And why was there no noise?

Could it be that you’re too…

small?

Sani knew everything, but she still decided not to burst Cheng Daqi’s bubble.

She may not understand a lot of principles, but she knows how important their pathetic pride is to men.

“Chan, you’re really something else, picking such an unconventional time for an interview.”

This faint expression of mockery was already a mercy on Sani’s part.

Of course, Cheng Daqi was aware that his mention of interviewing at two in the morning had been misunderstood by the black girl.

“I wasn’t interviewing Americans, because my company is in Hua Country.

I was interviewing Hua Country nationals, and there’s a thirteen-hour time difference between here and Hua Country, that’s why it was so late.

Sani, we’ve been neighbors for so long, don’t you know what kind of person I am?” Cheng Daqi explained.

Doubt filled the black girl’s eyes.

Man, there’s no need, really no need.

We’re all so poor it’s heartbreaking; I can understand you bluffing to imagine a better life.

But what you’re saying is a bit too far-fetched.

Just yesterday, we were in line together for relief funds, and today you’re telling me you have a company in Hua Country.

How big is that company, huh?

Don’t tell me it ranges from the boss to the janitor, and from top to bottom, it’s just you!

“Chan, we’re at a low point in our lives right now, but you can’t live in a fantasy.

I’m seventeen years old, jobs are hard to find.

Next year when we both get jobs, we can rent a place in Saint Rodu.”

“Everything will get better, don’t lose faith in reality.”

Sani didn’t believe her own words either, she simply wanted to comfort Cheng Daqi.

She had looked for jobs before, but bosses never cared about her working ability, only whether she had great ambitions.

“Ha, Sani, you need to realize that I have tens of thousands of followers, alright?”

Cheng Daqi understood that Sani didn’t grasp the value of followers on a short video platform, so he used his followers as a shield.

Explaining the half a million borrowed from Big Brother Sun Dongxin was really hard, and there was no need to explain.

“I have so many followers that I can make a good amount of money from them, and that’s why I can start a company in Hua Country.”

Cheng Daqi’s words did make sense, and Sani had really never thought about making money from followers.

Not every American knows everything, especially Sani who hadn’t even gone to school for long.

“Is what you’re saying true?”

“Of course!”

“Then can I shoot videos to attract followers?”

“You can, but…”

“Quick, teach me!”

Yesterday Cheng Daqi talked to Sani for a whole day, but the girl was just not keen on learning how to shoot on her own initiative.

It wasn’t that she didn’t want to help Cheng Daqi, but she lacked the habit of studying, making it hard to get into the state of learning.

But today, when Cheng Daqi mentioned making money with followers, the black girl was suddenly overwhelmed.

“Okay, Kernor sent me a message, saying he’ll take me to meet his other friend at noon today, and you’ll be in charge of filming our meeting.

I’ll briefly explain the camera angles to you in a moment, because you’re the only videographer, so you need to remember the camera positions I teach you.

During filming…

(not that it’s hard to do, this stuff can easily fill ten chapters with just a bit of explanation, no need for that)

In short, film from multiple angles to fully present the details of the scene in different shots, and then your hand has to be very, very, very steady, understand?”

Sani was dumbfounded as she listened to Cheng Daqi’s ‘simple’ instructions.

For the first time in her life, Sani experienced the feeling of knowledge flowing through her mind, and then leaving without the slightest hesitation or delay.

Knowledge passed like a spring, not a drop left.

Sani really didn’t remember a thing.

Right, she remembered the last line, ‘your hand has to be very steady’.

A sense of defeat rose in the heart of the black girl; she felt she had no talent whatsoever.

Cheng Daqi had explained so clearly, yet she could only remember one line.

“I, I think, Chan, I think I have no talent.

You said so much, and I forgot all of it, only the last line I remember.”

Towards the end, Sani’s voice was filled with extreme grievance.

She had listened and tried to remember hard, but she just couldn’t keep it in her mind.

“Haha, what makes you think you’re a genius?

I also took a long time to learn this back in the day.

We’ll take it slow, and it’ll be fine.”

Cheng Daqi indicated that it was normal for her not to remember.

Sani lacked basic education, training in learning, and her logical, learning, and memory abilities were all significantly underdeveloped; he had foreseen this.

“I really don’t think I’m cut out for this, Chan.

I want to help you, but it seems like a waste of time the way you’re teaching me.”

Observing Cheng Daqi as he squeezed toothpaste onto his toothbrush and squatted behind the tent preparing to brush his teeth, the black girl said dejectedly.

“No, no waste.” Cheng Daqi’s speech was muffled with his mouth full of foam.

“You brush your teeth first.”

“…” Watching Cheng Daqi’s behind, Sani suddenly felt like kicking him, but it was just a thought.

“Can we trust Kernor?

I still think he is a bit dangerous,” the question from the day before yesterday that Cheng Daqi had sidestepped, the black girl now asked again.

“…” Cheng Daqi nodded.

“Then let’s set off early, and first go to the library to charge the phone and power bank.”

“Okay, I’ll go over the basic camera movements with you again.”

“Wait, let me record it on my phone’s memo first.”

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