Ma Haoran's first project after joining the company was crucial. This video of Tang Heihu's chicken wings would have a purchase link attached.
Since Xiaosheng Media's founding, this was its first real attempt at selling products online. Ma Haoran had edited the video, and Wang Xiaoliang had personally watched it several times, so he felt confident. The pacing, the emotional buildup, the contrast hook-they were all in place. Chengyou Food Factory's production line was already running, with boxes of vacuum-packed chicken wings leaving the factory. Anyang Snacks Shop's offline channels were also ready. All that remained was this final push-drawing traffic online to drive offline sales. This video launched the first trial run of their three-way partnership.
Only after more than an hour of painstaking discussion with Ma Haoran did he let the nervous young man go.
Luo Bisheng returned from outside carrying two iced Americanos and handed one straight to Wang Xiaoliang.
"The building next door. Fifteenth floor, three hundred square meters." He plopped down. "Reasonable rent, good natural light too."
Wang Xiaoliang took the coffee, stuck in a straw, and took a sip. The icy bitterness rushed straight down his throat. "Never expected to find one so close."
Over the past few days, the two of them had been checking out nearby office buildings whenever they had time. The team needed to expand. Events were pushing them forward; there was hardly any need to think about it.
"It only just became available. There really wasn't anything before. We're meeting the landlord tomorrow. If it works out, we'll sign." Luo Bisheng gulped down a large mouthful of coffee and let out a breath.
Wang Xiaoliang nodded.
His phone vibrated.
Wei Zijin had sent a screenshot of her flight booking. Arrival time: two thirty in the afternoon. She said nothing