47: Chapter 47 Did I do the right thing by saying I’m Japanese?
47: Chapter 47 Did I do the right thing by saying I’m Japanese?
Heii was actually really worried about Cheng Daqi.
For the first ti, she experienced the feeling of fear and anxiety about loss.
Cheng Daqi’s departure was just like her father’s back in the day, mid-al, receiving a ssage, he walked away without looking back.
No phone calls answered, no ssages replied to, no one knew where he went.
She waited for her father for so long, so long that her half-brother from a different father was born, so long that she left that house which never felt like hers.
Since becoming holess, Cheng Daqi had been the best neighbor she had ever t, and she truly regarded Cheng Daqi as a friend.
So, Sani worried, worried that Cheng Daqi would leave and never return.
Finally, after a long wait, Cheng Daqi finally replied to Sani’s ssage.
“Already on the bus, will be ho soon.”
Ho.
Sani glanced at their tents leaning on each other, one brown, one blue, pitifully standing deep in the park’s woods.
Does a holess person’s tent count as a ho?
The black girl didn’t quite understand what ho ant, hers had been gone a long ti ago.
But Cheng Daqi’s words brought a strange feeling to her heart.
If this was ho, that wouldn’t be too bad.
Her Asian neighbor, despite being ugly (a matter of different aesthetics) and frail (compared to her sturdy brothers) and just as poor and needy, was the best neighbor she had ever had.
The black girl’s reverie did not last long, as she thought of the beautiful Lisa who left comnts on Cheng Daqi’s social dia posts, making her feel insecure.
“What are you thinking?”
Cheng Daqi, holding two bottles of water he had snagged from Eris, plopped down beside Heii.
Never do a job for nothing, right?
Eris was doing so well in business, he surely wouldn’t mind him swiping two bottles of water.
Cheng Daqi too was shocked by Arica’s sweet water, living in Arica, his craving for pure water would never be cured.
“Thinking about nothing, are you hungry?
You left after eating only a little earlier, I still have so bread that I got today.”
Sani, the little angel, didn’t want to dwell too much on sad things, her life was very simple.
Begging, drinking water, sleeping, playing with her phone, that was all.
She didn’t want to complicate her life, didn’t want to add trouble to herself over sothing strange.
“No, I still have to edit videos.
Send the footage you took for , I’ll see if there’s anything usable.”
He could never shoot enough on his own, so Cheng Daqi had Sani help him take so videos and photos as editing material.
Sani took more photos today than she had in her entire life, and the transmission was slow.
As she sent them, she asked Cheng Daqi.
“Okay, sent.
But I still don’t get it, why would anyone like watching your videos of being a holess person in Arica?”
Puzzled, Cheng Daqi paused his current action, then explained with a wry smile.
“Sani, you don’t understand how powerful Arica’s propaganda and public opinion are, how tirelessly Arican dia brainwashes and promotes the greatness of Arica.
Many people in our country have never been to Arica, don’t understand how low Arican dia can go, and they believe whatever they see promoted.
Their own lives may not be satisfactory, so they pin their hopes on an Arica that’s been glorified by propaganda.
You probably know what the real Arica looks like, but they don’t.
So, not only do people watch my videos, but there are also a lot of them.”
“Arica is great?
Hahaha, are you telling a joke, Chan?”
The black girl’s sarcasm was forceful, simple yet striking at the core.
A true blue Arican, when criticizing his own nation, is just this unequivocal and unhesitant.
Sani felt from her toes to her hair, from every single pore of her body, that there wasn’t anything great about Arica.
“If Arica is great, then hell could be considered great too—that’s my view.
Your country is so weird, it actually has so many fools.”
Sani was a just little Angel, cursing not only her own crap country but also the fools who think it’s any good.
Cheng Daqi did have so opinions about Black Sister’s insane anti-Arican thoughts.
He replied while editing his video.
“Actually, Arica isn’t as bad as you think, Sani.
This continent is called the land bestowed by heaven, rich in resources and with fertile soil.
Over the past hundred years, Arica really has developed quite well.
Many immigrants from small countries really think this place is heaven.”
“They are fools too.”
Sani comnted without even looking up.
Shaking his head, Cheng Daqi had no intention of continuing the explanation.
Humans are high-order animals with the ability to think, and they also consist of a vast number of individuals.
Every country has its own crazy dissenters, and they’re not necessarily all bad.
So people’s experiences are just different from the common man’s.
(Look carefully at the attributive before you argue)
The experience today was truly spectacular, but not much of it could be included in the video.
For example, dining on top-tier French cuisine with Lisa clearly wasn’t fitting.
The persona he was now projecting in his videos was that of a holess man, with his main content focusing on begging.
You can’t exactly say that a beggar managed to get snails in garlic butter or seared foie gras.
That would truly be the collapse of the persona.
As an internet celebrity, maintaining one’s persona is of the utmost importance.
Cheng Daqi couldn’t follow the example of a certain well-known live-strear who, after getting popular thanks to ordinary fans, then disdained them for being poor and blew up his own persona.
And his discussions with Eris were all about the serious future of Arica, potentially directly affecting the outcos of great power competitions—those were definitely not to be broadcast.
So, Cheng Daqi mainly posted content about Red Street.
The video starts with a holess man lying face down on the ground, bum up in the air, marked with the text “Big bro has been lying here since yesterday, and no one dares to check whether he’s still got breath.”
The middle of the video shows a classic Red Street scene: a holess person with loads of stuff, pulling bags and pushing a supermarket shopping cart, briskly passing by the cara.
The end of the video shows the legendary gold food cart and the chat between Cheng Daqi and the volunteer serving food at the cart.
The last fra is a picture of the food that exploded from the golden food cart: a piece of bread, a serving of at soup, two bottles of water.
Pairing each content with its own explanatory text, Cheng Daqi pondered over the captions.
Yesterday’s video went viral, gaining a few thousand followers largely because of the explosive captions.
“The lady asked where I was from, and I said I was Japanese.
Did I do the right thing?”
Then he added a few hashtags to precisely attract traffic.
Tag 1: #Kimono.
Tag 2: #JapaneseCuisine.
Tag 3: #HonkaiImpact3rd.
Tag 4: #ArenaOfValor.
All set!
The first two tags were for clickbait, and the last two to add dinsions to the video’s outreach.
One must fish fiercely and drive traffic fiercely!
As long as it’s not illegal or against public order and morals, any way of driving traffic is fine.
Cheng Daqi fully believed in the combat power of Western-worshippers!
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