Becoming a Billionaire after Divorce

Chapter 792 - 300: Micro Short Drama Goes to the Countryside, User Numbers Soar! (Part 2)

Just when he was completely puzzled, someone next to him enlightened him: "Those grandpas and grandmas have rallied their grandchildren to register for the eggs, so we initially underestimated the egg count.""Huh?" Qian Zhi said dumbfoundedly, "Even elementary school kids have phones now?"

"Well, a basic smartphone doesn’t cost much. Most left-behind families have given their kids phones for easy contact, but usually, it’s the grandparents who take charge. Yet, you know, how effective is that supervision?"

"True!" Qian Zhi, who always sat in the back three rows since childhood, fully agreed.

"So what do we do?"

"What else? Order another batch of eggs from various chicken farms." He could still make such small decisions.

"Okay." The assistant manager, who was aware he was sent from above as the Imperial Commissioner, dared not slack off.

As truckloads of eggs began to arrive,

The grumbling grandpas and grandmas instantly beamed with smiles.

They praised: "Your company is really wealthy!"

The subtext being: Is the sucker gifting us eggs again?

The young salesman in charge of ground promotion said with a smile: "As long as you use our company’s product more, we have plenty of eggs."

"Okay, okay." Some were perfunctory.

Some were genuinely interested, feeling bad about taking free eggs, deciding to check what this Onion was and how it differed from the edible one at home.

Once they started using it, they got hooked.

On it were countless micro short dramas, many specifically tailored for the elderly.

Things like "Return to the Era of Young Intellectuals, I Became a Billionaire by Collecting Junk!"

Boy oh boy, this hit a soft spot for many grandpas and grandmas who had been part of the educated youth.

Their hands clicked unconsciously, leading to an unstoppable binge.

Some got so engrossed they even forgot to pick up their grandchildren from school.

It was only when the teacher called that they hastily put down their phones and headed to school, grumbling: "Blame that darn Onion, its shows are too captivating."

When they arrived at the school gates, they exchanged glances and a smile, "Did you forget to pick up your granddaughter because of a show too?"

"What? You did too?"

"Hahaha... Well, guess it’s not just my problem. It’s all Onion’s fault."

"Yeah, all Onion’s fault. I’ll just uninstall it when I get home."

Even though they said that, once home and after preparing food for their grandkids,

They resumed watching where they left off.

Often bursting into joyous laughter.

Even the kids at home scrolling through Douyin couldn’t help but notice, wondering since when did their grandparents enjoy playing with phones?

Could it be they were on Douyin too, like me?

Curious, they peeked over, only to lose interest after realizing it was a drama.

No surprise, these were simply not meant for the young ones.

Onion began spreading across the country at an astounding speed.

Soon after, Onion announced its app user registration had surpassed the Big Barrier of one hundred million, catching industry attention.

Everyone’s initial reaction was pure shock.

When did such an app with massive registration slip in unnoticed?

Moreover, it was a short video app?

Upon hearing the news, Douyin and Kuai Shou felt an impending storm.

After several emergency meetings, they realized it was actually a free micro short drama app, posing little threat to their short video platforms, clearly a different arena.

Upon learning it was a free micro short drama app, Youku and Tencent’s sense of crisis soared.

Gosh, is this aimed at us?

However, even after getting fully prepared, they found their traffic remained stable?

Daily membership growth was normal, as usual.

Nothing had changed.

What on earth was this company up to?

Could those registered numbers be inflated, just to scam investors?

Such tactics were, after all, not rare in the investment world.

Just when everyone was raising doubts.

Onion released its user demographics.

The media instantly fell silent.

Wow, a whopping 90% of users were middle-aged and elderly.

Catering a product specifically for the elderly, eh... Why didn’t we think of that?

Major internet giants began holding meetings.

Discussing the phenomenon, pondering if there was an opportunity to tap into the elder market.

The outcome was naturally inconclusive.

Why?

Because unless you adopt Onion’s free strategy, you can’t fool these elders.

Could copying work?

This was a question from a senior at Tencent.

The answer was no, as it was a losing proposition regardless of calculation.

Ignoring loan and server fees for now, the cost of purchasing shows was astronomical.

Why could Onion succeed, and not them?

Don’t ask!

The answer is that big companies have their situations.

They not long ago executed a comprehensive anti-corruption drive, incarcerating several senior managers.

Yet corporate ailments persisted. Reducing such expenses wasn’t feasible in the short run, unable to compete with Onion backed by Keno Capital.

Onion’s rise primarily impacted entertainment companies with self-operated paid micro short drama apps.

These apps had limited shows and charged fees.

Now there’s a free option, why would anyone choose paid?

Some stayed, but very few.

After expansive media coverage, Onion became widely known.

An unexpected delight.

No hefty advertising costs, yet people did it for free.

This had Qian Zhi and the Onion executives all smiles, everyday felt like a festival at the company.

Onion app downloads saw another spurt in growth.

Aiming towards 200 million, 300 million.

Looking at the figures, Qian Zhi couldn’t help but remark: "President Sun’s foresight is remarkable, instantly spotting this emerging market."

Colleagues nearby instantly morphed into sycophants.

"Indeed, without President Sun and Mr. Qian’s wise leadership, how could we achieve today’s success?"

"Haha, less of that, our company doesn’t promote this culture." Qian Zhi mildly rebuked,

Before heading to the office to report the good news to Sun Dasheng.

"President Sun, good news, under your wise guidance, our Onion app achieved great success."

"Oh... where’s the flattery? I’m just being sincere."

"Oh oh... You’re vacationing somewhere? Alright, I’ll personally report when you return."

He hung up and called his wife to share the good news.

Qian Zhi recently changed jobs, feeling anxious.

It was his wife constantly cheering him on, providing warmth, that helped him through the tough times.

Now with results, he naturally wanted to tell her, to let her share the joy.

As for why Sun Dasheng was vacationing, he didn’t care much, people had the means.

Should he succeed one day, he’d probably emulate him, traveling with the family, exploring the country’s beautiful landscapes.

Keep striving!

...

"Why take so many calls when you’re out having fun?"

The sea, yachts, swimsuit beauties.

That’s what Sun Dasheng was up to.

"What, you got a problem?" Sun Dasheng slapped jokingly in annoyance.

"Ouch, it hurts, I was wrong, good uncle." Fang Sihan evaded playfully, pulling Yun Yuqing in front to shield herself.

Yun Yuqing glared at her: "You take a hit and drag me along?"

"Oh come on, we’re good sisters, share good times and hardships alike." Fang Sihan didn’t feel wrong at all.

They had just returned from filming a documentary in a remote mountainous area.

Seeing their travel-worn and weary appearance, Sun Dasheng took them out to relax.

In his words: The blooming phase of beautiful women relies on maintenance; after being exposed to wind and sun, without proper care, aging and ugliness might come early.

Oh dear.

Upon hearing this, the two couldn’t sit still any longer.

And immediately joined the uncle on vacation.