I've been reborn, I'm definitely going to become an internet celebrity!

Chapter 136 [Too Arrogant]

"—Are you going to move closer to us?"

Li Zekai murmured to himself, his hand holding the teacup suspended in mid-air, his eyes fixed on a certain point on the ground.

The ground was a cracked cement floor, with a small clump of weeds growing out of the cracks. He stared at it, as if he could see something in the weeds.

Liu Zhuohao looked at him without saying a word.

This kid is studying again.

Before we knew it, the person who used to just repeat the names of dishes that others called out to him at the breakfast stall has now slowly started to stand on his own.

At least there's a hint of that.

Although he joined the company more than a month later than Huang Weixiong, and he wasn't personally taught by Huang Weixiong, but rather trained by senior employees, Huang Weixiong brought him up.

But Li Zekai learned very well. When Huang Weixiong sent things for inspection before, he helped guide Cheng Bing and Yang Boran, who were just starting out.

Later, when Huang Weixiong was assigned to look for store locations, he was responsible for purchasing ingredients.

Now Cheng Bing and Yang Boran have learned how to purchase ingredients, Huang Weixiong is in charge of setting up the night market stall, and he can also come over to oversee the store's decoration.

The noise from the renovations wafted out of the shop—the buzzing of the electric drill and the thuds of the hammer, muffled through the wall.

"What are your thoughts on our recent plans?"

Liu Zhuohao looked at him and suddenly asked a question.

"----ah?"

Li Zekai, who had been lost in thought, was suddenly called out. He paused, his teacup wobbling, and he almost spilled the tea.

He quickly put down the cup, wiped his hands on his pants to clean the tea.

"Don't rush to answer, take your time to think."

Liu Zhuohao refilled his teacup, took out his phone, put on his earphones, leaned back in his chair, and started watching videos.

The chair was an old-fashioned bamboo chair that creaked when it was moved.

He leaned back, and the chair made a creaking sound.

Liu Zhuohao adjusted to a comfortable position and straightened his legs again.

One year after its release, a review of the so-called low-priced Apple 5c.

"Hey everyone, this is—cough, Yuki Ichidai's personal channel, which is also my competition video."

A student wearing glasses appeared in the frame, looking at the camera with shifty eyes, glancing left and right, but avoiding eye contact.

The camera was focused on him alone, making his small gestures and subtle glances particularly noticeable.

He was wearing a school uniform, the kind that all schools in Shenzhen had.

The child's face turned bright red as he spoke.

"That sounds so awkward. Why did I even choose an ID like that?" He scratched his head, running his fingers through his hair to ruffle his bangs that didn't even reach his eyebrows. "Oh well, today's event is for Boss Liu, and what I'm going to review is my new phone!"

When he mentioned the "new phone," his tone suddenly rose, as if he were encouraging himself.

Then he picked up his phone, brought it close to the camera, and his fingers trembled slightly.

"This is a big production! A huge investment, the iPhone 5c!"

"Although it's secondhand—well, I bought it before, and it just so happens to be available at this time, so I can bring it out for review."

"I only spent 3500 yuan to buy this, it's practically brand new!"

Liu Zhuohao:

"——"

He looked at the screen, his lips trembled, he wanted to laugh but held it in.

The product was good, and the image was good too. I don't know if the script was written in advance or improvised on the spot, but the performance was poor.

This guy was so nervous that he could barely speak. After reciting a few lines, he was completely exhausted, leaning back and panting heavily.

In the picture, the background is revealed: a metal bunk bed with a mosquito net hanging on it, and a poster on the wall, which is blurry and not very clear, but it looks like an anime character.

But I must say, the topic selection is really good.

At this point in time, the iPhone 5c is an absolutely hot product, sought after by many people, and reviewing this phone is sure to attract attention.

For example, the moment I saw the title, I couldn't help but click on it.

When the Apple 5c was released, it was marketed as a "low-priced" product, but its actual release price was similar to that of the Apple 5s, only a few hundred dollars, while its configuration and materials were much inferior.

This resulted in customers who had high expectations of purchasing being disappointed, leading to widespread lamentation in the market and earning the nickname "plastic flagship".

Many people have ideas about this product, and some even know a lot about its specifications.

However, since its release, they have not purchased it.

Therefore, reviewing this product will definitely attract a lot of people's interest.

"It looks really nice to hold, and it's only 3500 yuan? I think it's worth buying one."

"I've been eyeing this pink back cover for a long time, but the price is just too high!"

"After watching the review video, I'm glad I didn't buy it; I paid extra for the 5s instead."

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"The battery life seems so-so."

"Is the heat dissipation okay?"

Liu Zhuohao nodded.

This confirmed his idea.

Although the video was poorly produced, the product itself was a big plus. It's possible that someone might see the video later and review the Apple 5c in a similar way, and even do a better job with the content.

"He's a top seed to win the championship," he muttered, already having formed his opinion of the video.

A person walked out of the store.

He was a man in his forties from out of town, his bare arms were all muscle, and his work jacket was open, revealing a vest soaked in sweat underneath.

He was carrying an empty teacup in his hand, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he walked.

"Boss Liu, a cup of tea, please."

"Come, come, have some tea." Liu Zhuohao gestured for him to sit down, poured him a cup of tea, and pointed to the stainless steel basin next to him, "We still have some fermented bean curd chicken wings, want a couple?"

"No, no, I just wanted a cup of hot tea." The man waved his hand and sat down on the plastic stool next to him. "The fast food I had for lunch had several pieces of pork belly, it was too greasy, and I'm a little bloated."

He picked up a cup of hot tea, blew on it, took a sip, and gasped because it was so hot. He blew on it again before slowly drinking it down.

He finished his tea, wiped his mouth, put the cup down, stood up, and went back inside.

Liu Zhuohao glanced at the person opposite him.

He didn't disturb or urge him, and continued scrolling.

#Liu Zhuohao's Review Video Contest# Find suitable videos using the key tags.

A few videos popped up under this keyword. Although there were many people participating in the competition in their own comment section, not many people had posted their own competition videos yet.

Especially regarding beef balls, there haven't been any videos yet. It's unclear whether they've placed an order but haven't received it yet, or whether they're still hesitating about placing the order.

"I've got it."

Li Zekai suddenly spoke up.

"What?" Liu Zhuohao asked, "What are your thoughts on our current situation?"

Li Zekai swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"No idea about online," he replied hesitantly, his words full of caution, "but I do have some ideas about this offline restaurant."

"Tell me," Liu Zhuohao gestured for him to speak frankly.

"It's about the menu."

Li Zekai explained, unconsciously switching to a more respectful form of address, "From the very beginning of your interview, you kept emphasizing the importance of collecting and valuing user feedback."

"As business people, we must never disregard our users' opinions or act on our own initiative."

He paused, as if gathering his courage: "But this time, I feel—we seem to have acted a bit presumptuously with the menu arrangement."

Liu Zhuohao listened, his brows furrowing slightly.

The moment he frowned, the young man opposite him immediately stopped talking.

Li Zekai's eyes began to wander again, his lips moved as if he wanted to explain something, but he swallowed it back.

Time passed little by little.

Liu Zhuohao was deep in thought, his mind filled with many thoughts.

Inside the house, the electric drill was still running, buzzing as if through some kind of barrier.

After a while, he nodded.

"You mean we should let the customers decide our menu?"

"No, no, no, I, I meant to say—" Li Zekai became nervous, his voice trembling slightly, and he wanted to change his words.

"No, what you meant was that we should let the customers decide our menu." Liu Zhuohao directly turned him back. If he backed down, he would be even more afraid to speak in the future.

"So what should we do?"

He directly asked the other party what their ideas were and how they planned to implement them.

"—So, we make the menu first, and then put it on the steak stand?" Li Zekai replied hesitantly. Sure enough, that was his idea.

I was startled by my own frown just now, and immediately thought of shrinking back.

"Yes, that's a good option."

Liu Zhuohao acted almost without hesitation.

Li Zekai's face lit up with joy.

Liu Zhuohao was still not satisfied.

"—And, and, well, there's something else." Li Zekai's joy hadn't faded when he was asked "And what else?" and he became nervous.

He racked his brains, tapping his fingers on his knee. "Tieba! Yes, Tieba!"

"Our steak stand targets offline customers, who span a wide age range, but are mainly customers in their twenties and early thirties."

"Our business often has long queues, but students are rarely willing to wait in line for half a day to buy steak."

"If it's not a holiday, there aren't many customers in this age group."

He paused, then spoke faster: "But since we're opening a family restaurant, we definitely can't ignore the student population."

"In a family, children may not have a say in other matters, but when it comes to food, their opinions are sometimes more important."

"So we need to collect feedback from channels frequented by young people as well. There are many young people on Baidu Tieba, so we can post a thread there to ask."

Liu Zhuohao pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Yes, that's fine, we can have that too."

He added, "Actually, you could also ask in my fan group, that would be more direct."

Richard Li quickly chimed in, "That's fine too, it has to be the boss."

He offered a compliment, but it was deliberate; he seemed a little embarrassed after saying it.

Liu Zhuohao didn't pay attention to this. He leaned back in his chair, and the chair creaked again.

"Your reminder was very helpful; I had indeed overlooked this issue." His tone became serious. "The online experience has been so smooth lately that I've become a little complacent."

"You're right, I have indeed been a bit too arbitrary lately."

"No, no, no, boss, I meant acting on my own initiative, I mean—" Li Zekai panicked, gesturing with his hands, trying to explain that he didn't mean that.

The phrase "acting on one's own initiative" is even more excessive than "arbitrary"!

No, you did a great job.

Seeing his nervous expression, Liu Zhuohao laughed instead.

He reached out and patted Richard Li on the shoulder, then stood up. "It's good that you were able to remind me in time when I thought I had made the wrong decision."

"I'll give you a bigger bonus this month; your reminder is very important to me."

His words were very clear and weighty.

Li Zekai was taken aback for a moment, then his expression relaxed considerably, and he even became a little embarrassed.

He scratched his head and stood up, unsure of what to do with his hands.

"I... I just suddenly remembered the questions you asked us during our interviews, and I'm still thinking about those questions now."

Liu Zhuohao nodded and patted him on the shoulder.

"Then you can keep an eye on things here. I need to go back and prepare the menu feedback."

He glanced at the shop behind him; the roller shutter door was half-open, and the inside was dark, with occasional flashes of welding light.

"Keep a close eye on things; this is our home."

Li Zekai straightened up, his voice suddenly rising: "Understood!"

On his way home, Liu Zhuohao rode his motorcycle, the wind whistling past his ears.

Li Zekai's words kept replaying in my mind.

"It seems we've taken it a bit too easy with the menu."

"It's important to collect and value user feedback."

"We need to gather feedback from channels frequented by young people as well."

As he thought about it, he suddenly found it a little funny. He was the one who suggested it, yet he still had to be reminded of it.

Things have been going so smoothly online lately.

Online, he can come up with many ideas that go beyond the status quo by using his extra decade of internet experience.

So much so that whether he was clashing with the site administrator or chatting with content creators like Song Yinxuan, he was always in a relatively dominant position.

They are all willing to listen to their own words.

So much so that Liu Zhuohao, without realizing it, also had this sense of déjà vu offline, ignoring the initial concept and arbitrarily arranging the future menu of his restaurant.

Without asking any customers for their opinions, he prepared a menu that included everything from Chinese to Western food, from local delicacies to home-style stir-fries, stews, and tonics.

The dishes listed above were ones he frequently encountered in his ten years of experience in the catering industry, and he found them to be fairly standard.

Therefore, he naturally assumed that as long as the menu was available, the customers would be satisfied.

But will the customers really be satisfied?

When the question arose in his mind, Liu Zhuohao didn't even need to think; he already had the answer in his mind: he didn't know.

The restaurant hasn't even opened yet, and no customers have tried it. Who knows if the customers will be satisfied?

Based solely on the phrase "I think"?

It's clearly meant to be eaten by the guests, but what the guests think isn't important; what's important is what I think.

Liu Zhuohao squeezed the brakes, and the motorcycle stopped at the intersection to wait for the red light.

The wind stopped, and the buzzing noise in my head also stopped.

"That's incredibly arrogant!"

He muttered something under his breath.

The green light is on.

He twisted the throttle, and the motorcycle shot forward, merging into the traffic.

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