236: Chapter 95: Family, Who Understands?
236: Chapter 95: Family, Who Understands?
When Scott saw Cheng Daqi slip into the Bentley, his face was expressionless.
He himself had barely entered the edge of middle class before, and the blonde veteran reminded himself that he shouldn’t be overly surprised.
“Fuck, that car looks aweso.”
Kernor might be foolish, but even he could tell that the car Cheng Daqi was in today was out of the ordinary.
“What does it have to do with us, let’s continue studying the video, we can’t fall too far behind Chan!”
The blonde veteran withdrew his gaze, deciding to work even harder.
His life’s trajectory had changed because of Cheng Daqi’s arrival, but Cheng Daqi’s life was just fucking fast like street racing.
Not so long ago, Cheng Daqi, like the blonde veteran, was begging for food.
And now, Cheng Daqi was in a big house and starting a company, his girlfriend beautiful as fuck like a blow-up doll, and he was even fucking sitting in a Bentley.
Scott was truly afraid, afraid that due to his incompetence, Cheng Daqi would kick him out of the car.
So, he was going to cling on as hard as he could.
He was going to step by step make his own life better, and then fuck over the black guy who had cucked him!
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Following the address given by Temir, the driver took Cheng Daqi to the office building arranged by the brunette rich woman.
This office building had more than thirty floors and was located right in the heart of Saint Rodu’s business district.
Temir was rolling in cash and had outright bought four floors.
Cheng Daqi now had the right to use the eighth floor, the kind that was free for two years.
However, upon leaving the elevator, Cheng Daqi discovered sothing absurd.
Lisa had actually arrived earlier!
The blonde white girl stood smiling in the corridor outside the elevator, surprising Cheng Daqi.
How, did you fly here today?
“Chan, we’re neighbors now.”
Noticing Cheng Daqi’s surprise, Lisa began to explain.
“The floor above this one is the headquarters of OC Perfu; I don’t co here often, but I do have an office inside.”
What does it feel like to have soone hand you a pillow when you want to sleep?
Temir had really put a mouse next to a rice jar.
Upstairs was a fat sheep, and if he didn’t shear a whole bunch of wool, he wouldn’t be Cheng Daqi.
After hearing Lisa’s words, he just nodded subtly, saying,
“First, show around inside, you’re quite familiar with the place, aren’t you?”
The blonde white girl naturally knew the place well, answering with a wry smile,
“Previously, these two floors were all part of OC Perfu’s headquarters.
Back then, Mi’er and I ambitiously wanted to do car air fresheners and indoor fragrance business.
But for a new brand like OC, with a lack of brand recognition advantage, it was really difficult to make a profit in such a niche market.
So, later, we scrapped the newly-established departnt, and this place has been empty until now.”
Cheng Daqi calculated inwardly; these two ladies had ambition, just not big enough.
Compared to begging on one’s knees, selling perfu to make money was about equal to lying on the ground begging.
This industry had a very low ceiling, with many leading brands in the industry also being luxury brands.
Compared to those well-known brands, the newborn OC really was like a little brother.
“I’ve always had a question; OCEAN COLOR as a na, doesn’t seem to have much to do with perfu, why call it that?”
The office area on this floor was deserted, and Cheng Daqi, leaning against a desk, posed his question to Lisa.
The blonde white girl thought of the harrowing startup story she’d had with the brunette rich woman, her expression complex as she explained,
“The color of the ocean, the na can show that our products are as free and beautiful as the sea, and at the sa ti, convey a positive aning, ’embrace a life of limitless possibilities like embracing the ocean’.
Mi’er’s idea was great, but now, looking at our custor profile, our client base doesn’t seem to have much to do with the ocean.”
Cheng Daqi understood the brand concept of OC, but he didn’t understand what Lisa ant by their custors having nothing to do with the ocean.
“Is there sothing wrong with the custor profile?” he asked.
Lisa pulled up a spreadsheet from her phone and spoke to Cheng Daqi,
“Do you rember when I hired you for security?”
CEO Cheng was getting lost with Lisa’s point.
“I rember, so what?”
The blonde white girl oddly explained,
“You reminded then that OC’s sales approach should be more inclusive and diversified, but it seems we’ve achieved so very odd results from our diversity.
In the past two weeks, the number of non-binary custors at OC has surged, and OC’s tagline, ‘respecting each soul that eternally seeks their true self,’ has completely caught fire in their community.
I’m now unsure whether this kind of popularity is good or bad.”
From the perspective of a comrcial consur goods company, OC had never pursued custors from certain sensitive groups.
It was necessary for Lisa to be worried, as she, a high executive at OC, had personally driven the marketing language reform of the sales system.
But now, the results of the reform seed not so perfect.
Looking at the spreadsheet on Lisa’s phone, Cheng Daqi realized the ‘seriousness’ of the issue.
Lisa’s data only spanned the past seven days, but one line stood out from the rest.
Since the update of the sales language, the growth in the number of non-binary custors had been visibly faster than other types of custors.
In the past four days, the number of non-binary custors had even skyrocketed exponentially.
“I understand now, does Mi’er know about this?”
Actually, this matter is quite tricky to handle, Cheng Daqi was also a bit clueless.
OC perfu’s clientele consists more of young people, generally under the age of 30.
Theoretically, this age group has the highest acceptance and recognition for minority gender groups.
But…
OC doesn’t just want to do business with young people.
“I don’t know how to tell her that now, people are promoting OC perfu on all the major social dia platforms, spontaneously, for free.
My God, Chan, I’ve been feeling completely dumbstruck from the mont I saw the data this morning until now.
It’s my first ti being scared of free publicity.”
Lisa was also unclear about why she started seeking help from Cheng Daqi.
Logically speaking, Cheng Daqi and OC perfu really don’t have much to do with each other.
Cheng Daqi doesn’t even understand perfu.
But Lisa truly believed that Cheng Daqi, being so smart, could definitely deal with the situation at hand with ease.
Facing the hopeful gaze of the blonde white woman, Cheng Daqi realized that he needed to say sothing.
“Firstly, explain the situation clearly to Mi’er.
This matter might be more complicated than you think.
If you treat it as an ordinary interlude and go cold, then these people’s spontaneous recomndations might just vanish soday.”
Upon hearing this, Lisa smiled with relief; her worries seed unnecessary.
But Cheng Daqi hadn’t finished speaking.
If things were really that simple, Lisa wouldn’t have sought Cheng Daqi’s help.
“However, there is another possibility, that they genuinely appreciate your OC perfu, appreciate OC’s respect for them, and then tirelessly promote it for free.
If it’s the latter case, it gets problematic.”
In Arica, there are so topics that business companies simply cannot touch.
“Can we change the slogan back?”
Lisa suggested a highly feasible but suicidal strategy.
“That would be a betrayal to those who trust OC, and betrayers might be held accountable.
It seems possible, but in reality, after choosing this, those spontaneously supporting minority gender group custors might turn into people who sincerely wish for OC to fail.”
Cheng Daqi, sharp as ever, pointed out the problem with Lisa’s idea.
“Should I notify her now?” The blonde white woman looked at Cheng Daqi and asked.
“Of course!
Don’t delay; a decision needs to be made quickly.”
The window of opportunity is fleeting; there’s no ti for hesitation.
Yes, Cheng Daqi saw an opportunity again!
An opportunity to achieve his ideals and to help OC benefit from this situation.
Mi’er, I looked down on you in my heart last night, and I was wrong.
You are my number one benefactor, surpassing even Big Brother Sun!
For his ideals, Cheng Daqi was, once again, about to cooperate closely with the black-haired rich woman.
If working with Temir is like dancing on a tightrope, then, no doubt, Cheng Daqi’s actual job is that of a dancer!
He keeps hopping back and forth on the tightrope until everyone watching is numb.
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When the black-haired rich woman hurried to OC’s headquarters, Cheng Daqi was sitting behind Lisa’s desk, listening to her reporting on the company’s situation with OC perfu.
Temir’s arrival had all the headquarters’ staff trembling in fear; their boss was a quintessential fierce woman.
She usually didn’t co, but whenever she truly appeared at the headquarters, soone was bound to be scolded.
However, Cheng Daqi was oblivious to Temir’s arrival, as he was inquiring about the status of OC’s sales channel deploynt with Lisa.
The door of Lisa’s office was pushed open by Temir, and Cheng Daqi looked at the black-haired rich woman, revealing a gentle smile.
Cheng Daqi was smiling, and Lisa was greeting her.
But Temir couldn’t smile.
Chan, sotis I feel sorry for cursing you in my heart, thinking I was too harsh on you, so I really felt apologetic.
But I was too young, I actually felt sorry for you, bastard, I was too young!
Now, she didn’t even care about the crisis facing OC perfu; she just found Cheng Daqi too arrogant.
Cheng Daqi slouched in his chair, propping his chin with one hand, looking every bit the big boss, clearly having been listening to Lisa’s report just monts ago.
Seeing Lisa only made Temir feel even more miserable.
Today, the blonde white woman wore a proper won’s suit and fraless glasses, looking like those female secretaries of Temir’s father.
And what’s more, Lisa was prettier than those secretaries, and she was Temir’s favorite subordinate.
Chan, there you are, acting like a big boss, sitting in the office of my company, listening to my favorite subordinate report to you alone.
You’re really an animal, Chan.
“Mi’er, you finally arrived.
You have no idea, Lisa was just complinting on how well I chose my outfit, saying my taste…”
Cheng Daqi was actually praising Temir, but he stopped halfway as he sensed a murderous aura filling the air and dared not continue.
The black-haired rich woman’s anger was rising.
Folks, who understands this?
To be called to the company early in the morning, to see so bastard sitting in the office playing the boss, listening to my favorite subordinate report to him.
If it were only that, it would be shaful but understandable.
But the bastard is wearing designer clothes and driving luxury cars that are also mine!
Everything seems normal, but put together, she truly felt like Cheng Daqi was riding high on her head, and to make matters worse, he was taking a green crap on it.
Temir felt the painful sensation of being cuckolded.
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