Radish Fiction & Chat Stories Competitive Intelligence｜Ad Analysis by SocialPeta

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1. Basic Information of Radish Fiction & Chat Stories

App Name : Radish Fiction & Chat Stories

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OS : iOS

Network : Audience Network,Facebook,Messenger

Developer : Radish Media

Publisher : Instagram,Facebook,GulogGratis,Fotor - Photo Editor&Collage,Montage Video Musique,POTO - Photo Collage Editor

Total creative ads during the time period : 3,913

Duration : 1,857

Popularity : 697,769

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2. Radish Fiction & Chat Stories’s Competitive Intelligence

what is competitive intelligence? Competitive intelligence is the most important part of our marketing. Only when we fully understand the overall situation of our competitors and the market can we make accurate judgments.

Before advertising, we usually use various tools, such as SocialPeta, to check the details of competitors' ads. In this report, we will analyze the recent advertising performance of advertiser Radish Fiction & Chat Stories in detail to understand its advertising strategy.

Trend of Category

There are many types of creatives. We mainly analyze the trend of the ad creative category of Radish Fiction & Chat Stories in the recent period. As of 2021-03-15, among the Radish Fiction & Chat Stories‘s ad creative, the Html category's proportion is 0.0%, Video category's proportion is 32.79%, Playable Ads category's proportion is 0.0%, Image category's proportion is 67.21%, Carousel category's proportion is 0.0%.

Ad Network Analysis

The network that SocialPeta monitors can cover almost all mainstream channels in the world. Understanding the competitor's advertising channels is the first step in marketing work. According to the analysis of SocialPeta, we can see that in the date of 2021-03-15, Radish Fiction & Chat Stories's the proportion of networks impressions are placed like this:

Facebook's proportion is 25.4%,

Instagram's proportion is 25.06%,

Audience Network's proportion is 24.91%,

Messenger's proportion is 24.63%,

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In the date of 2021-03-15, Radish Fiction & Chat Stories‘s network with the most ads is Facebook and its proportion is 25.0%.

3. Top 3 Ad Creative Analysis of Radish Fiction & Chat Stories

This is the detailed information of the top three ad creatives with the best performance among all ad creatives of Radish Fiction & Chat Stories. We can see some advertising trends.

Top 1 Ad Creative of Radish Fiction & Chat Stories

Ad Details ：

Headline ：Continue reading --->

Text ：I’m Emily Valdez. 24-year-old innocent young woman. College student. And hired surrogate to Colton Collins—the enigmatic bachelor of the famous Collins family.
I’m not the type of girl who treasures her v-card, but losing it to Colton is the best way to get pregnant with his child.
He says he didn’t pay me to take that from me. I said I could handle it.
I had no idea what I was getting into.

***
Congratulations!
I usually like letters that begin this way; it was on my acceptance letter to NYU, on my scholarship award letter. Letters that begin with Congratulations! are a good thing.
“This is a good thing.” I nod slowly as I stare at the letter in front of me. I tremble, making the letter shake, so I set it on the counter and pace around the kitchen.
This letter isn’t the kind of good you know you have to do, but don’t want to. Like when you know you have to clean your bedroom, but you’d rather lay in bed and watch TV. Or when you know you have to do your homework, but you want to go watch a new movie at the theater. That kind of good—the kind that has a worthwhile result but involves a sacrifice.
In this case, a huge sacrifice.
“Emily?”
I look up and realize that Peter, my roommate, is looking at me. “Yeah?” I say, reaching for the letter quickly.
“Are you alright?” he asks.
“Yeah, just tired. I’m going to take a nap,” I announce, making my way to my room.
I met Peter almost two years ago at the beginning of my junior year in New York University. We decided to move in to a two-bedroom apartment together after becoming good friends.
I go to my room, lay on my bed, and stare at the ceiling. I have three exams this week and a ton of homework to do, but I can’t bring myself to start studying. A few months ago, I received the worst news I could possibly receive: my dad had a heart attack.
My mom didn’t tell me until he was out of danger, but that didn’t make me feel any better; my family lives in Arizona, where I was born, but since I’m at NYU on scholarship, I couldn’t even see him. Ever since, my father has been sick and my mom has to work more to pay the bills, leaving my little sister in the hospital staying with my dad.
I’ve thought about leaving New York. A lot.
I was supposed to be the miracle of the family—the financially successful one able to buy my parents a house. The reliable one. Yet I’m here, useless, unable to do anything to help. Part of me wants to pack my bags and go home but the other part of me knows I can’t throw all of this away. I’m so close to finishing school, so close to graduating and becoming a nurse. I can’t give it up now. But I won’t forgive myself if something happens to him while I’m here.
I wipe away the tear.
I have a job, but it is barely enough for me to pay bills and feed myself—I don’t have enough money to send and help. While I’m trying to finish my education, my dad is gaining more debt with the hospital.
Life isn’t supposed to be this hard.
My phone rings, making me jump. “Hello?”
“Emily, it’s Elizabeth.”
“Oh,” I say, relieved it’s not my mom with bad news. “Oh! I totally forgot we were going to have lunch together. I’m sorry! I’m on my way.” I reach for my purse.
“It’s okay. I’m outside—take your time.”
Elizabeth is my one and only true friend. We met at freshman orientation; she was my first friend in New York, and we’ve been friends ever since. Peter is nowhere to be seen when I emerge from my room, so I head out, lock the door behind me, and get in Elizabeth’s car. It’s a sunny afternoon, but still chilly enough to be considered sweater weather.
People always say Elizabeth and I could easily be sisters and I can see why. We both have long, brown wavy tresses, brown gazes, and are pale. We are simply different in the way we dress; she always dresses up compared to my casual jeans, blouse, and sweater combo.
“Hey.” I climb into the car and smile at her as she pulls away from my place.
“Everything okay?” she asks.
“Yes.” I pause, sighing. “No.”
She glances at me. “You can tell me over lunch—right now, I need food.”
I laugh. “Same.”
We go to our usual food spot a few minutes away, Patty’s Diner. “How’s your dad?” Elizabeth asks after we order.
“The same, I think. I don’t know, I haven’t talked to mom since last week.” I reach for the letter in my sweater pocket. “I got this, though,” I say, sliding it across the table.
She gives me a weird look but takes it. “Congratulations,” she reads. “Your application to the Growing Generations Program has been accepted. You may now proceed to step two…” She reads the rest before looking up at me, surprised. “This isn’t—?”
I nod slowly. “I don’t know what to do. I mean, this is crazy, right? I’ve never had a baby. I’ve never even been with anyone!”
“Okay,” she says, leaning on the table. “This is obviously a really serious decision to make.”
I sip my coffee. “This could be a good thing, right? My parents…they need the money. Like, really need it.”
“Emily, this is big—you have to be super sure that you are ready to do this.”
Becoming a surrogate first came up when I overheard a conversation between two girls in my class; they were talking about how college students are always broke and one of them brought up dancing for money. The other one brought up…surrogacy. Of course, I already knew a surrogate was someone who carries a baby for someone else—that wasn’t what caught my attention, though. What caught my attention is how much money surrogate mothers make. $40,000 to $50,000 easily. That kind of money is life changing. That kind of money can mean the difference between life and death for my dad.
I decided to apply. I was feeling vulnerable and not really thinking about what I was doing at the time—I was simply desperate. But now, I’m apparently ready to move to the next step.
“My dad needs the money,” I say again, trying to convince myself.
“Yes, but you’ll have to be physically and mentally prepared for this. It won’t be easy. You’ll have to go through tests and checkups after you get pregnant. Then you’ll have the baby and you’ll never see the kid again.”
I shake in disagreement. “I don’t want a baby anyway.”
“You have to think about this. Really think about this, Emily.”
The waiter comes with our food and we sit silently, waiting for her to go away before continuing the conversation. “It’s perfect timing too,” I continue. “By the time the baby is born, I’ll be out of school.”
“You’ll be pregnant for graduation.” Elizabeth interrupts. “Graduation, Emily. Your graduation pictures would be ruined forever. I know you need the money but there has to be another way.”
“There isn’t. I can’t work more because I need to focus on school—”
“You’re going to be pregnant—do you know how hard that is going to be?”
“Not as hard as losing my dad,” I whisper.
She looks at me, her gaze softening. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s not your fault. I know…” I sigh. “I know this isn’t going to be easy, but I have to do something to help my family. I can’t be this useless.”
“This is what we’re going to do,” Elizabeth says after a moment. “You’re going to proceed to step two, but while we wait for more information, we are going to look for another way to earn money fast.”
I nod, already knowing there isn’t another way. I thought about getting a student loan, but it wouldn’t be enough; I thought about finding another job, but I’ll get behind in school. I don’t have anyone to lend me that kind of money—it’s just me and my family, no one else. No one who can help us.
My only option is to become a surrogate. Unconsciously, I consider the flat middle of me and I turn red. I will be pregnant without ever being with anyone…Am I really ready to be an innocent surrogate?

CHAPTER TWO

I spend a lot of the afternoon thinking about my v-card, but not because it bothers me. I don’t care that I still have it. I never planned to wait, it has just never happened for me. No guy I dated has made me want it, and now that I’ve waited this long anyway, I want to wait for someone special…even if it sounds cliché.
It is on my mind because of step two of the surrogate program. Step two is full of personal questions. When was the last time you were with someone? When was the last time you were on your period? I have no trouble answering, but it gets repetitive putting down Not Applicable.
I fill it out in between my classes. I should be doing homework, but I can’t get it out of my thoughts. After I send my answers, I receive a confirmation email that says they’ll get back to me in about two weeks. It should make me feel better, but it doesn’t. As if reading my thoughts, my mom calls me that night.
“How’s Dad?” I answer the phone while doing homework. “Mom?” I question when I realize she’s crying on the other side of the line. There’s nothing I can do—they’re thousands of miles away.
“Mom, answer me. Please,” I beg. Inside I’m beating fast and I feel like I’m going to throw up.
“Emily?” my little sister, Diana, suddenly says.
“What’s going on?”
“Dad had another heart attack,” she says. “The doctors say he’s going to need a valve transplant.”
“Oh my god,” I gasp, terrified. “Is he okay? Is he stable?”
“Yes, but Mom was really scared.”
“Tell Mom not to worry—I’m going to send money soon. Tell the doctors to do whatever it takes to save Dad.”
“Are you coming home?”
“I can’t,” I say, trying my best not to cry. “I’ll be done with school in a few more months, but tell Mom not to worry about money. I’m going to help. Take care of her—and of Dad, please.”
After the phone call, I can’t sit still—this whole situation is making me crazy. But for the next week or so, I busy myself with school and my job at the ice cream shop. My usual routine: school, work, homework. I’ve never really been one of those girls to party and do crazy things every weekend. To be honest, I don’t know how they have time to party—I’d need more hours in the week.
But it is around noon on Thursday when I receive the call as I’m walking out of class. “Hello?”
“Is this Emily Valdez?” a woman asks.
“This is she.”
“My name is Olivia and I’m from the Growing Generations Program.”
I suddenly feel out of breath. “Right. Hi.”
“I’m calling because there has been a match for you.”
“What? I thought you didn’t match me with someone until after screening.” Whatever “screening” really means.
“You are correct, but there is someone specific who has shown an interest in you; they would like to meet as soon as possible.”
“I don’t understand—who are they?”
“I can’t tell you over the phone, but what I can tell you is that this person is interested in your surrogacy services and your well-being.”
This is all happening too fast. I don’t even know what I’m doing.
“Miss Valdez? This person will contact you shortly—we just wanted to let you know.”
“Great,” I say, hesitant.
“Great,” she repeats, way more enthusiastic. “Hope it all goes well, Miss Valdez. We will see you soon. Have a nice day.”
“Bye,” I murmur.
This is too weird. From what I read on the Growing Generations website, I was supposed to do a screening before being matched. And I thought everything was supposed to be through the program. This seems…shady, and to be honest, it’s making me even more scared.
I want to call Elizabeth but I know talking to her will only make me more nervous, so I don’t. I have to do this alone.
Despite waiting to hear from this mystery person, I’m surprised when I get an email.

To: valdezemily904@gmail.com
From: CColton@gmail.com

Miss Valdez,
I have seen your profile and am interested in your services as a surrogate. I have an offer for you, and I hope that you accept my invitation to discuss this. Below is the address where we should meet, along with my phone number in case you need it. We can meet at noon tomorrow—hope to see you.
–Colton

His phone number is attached to the email just like he said, but when I look at the meeting location, I notice there’s an apartment number in the address. Oh god—we’re going to meet in his place. This makes everything even shadier. What if this is all fake and he wants to hurt me?
He has to have a wife, Emily, I think, shaking logically. I need to calm down. If he wants a baby, he has a wife. Either way, there’s nothing I can do about it now. I need to think. Alone.
When I get home, Peter is in the living room watching a basketball game and eating pizza. “Want some?” he asks, taking a bite.
“Yeah,” I say, taking a deep breath and sitting on the couch. I reach for a slice of pizza. “I’m exhausted.”
“Yeah, you don’t look so good.”
“Thanks…”
He smiles. “I don’t know how you do it—you are always on top of everything. I’m jealous.”
“Well, apparently it comes with a price. Looking horrible,” I joke.
He chuckles. “I was just kidding about that.”
“Whatever. Being pretty won’t solve my problems.” My smile fades as I realize the truth of my words. Being pretty won’t solve my problems but money will. Even though the email makes me uneasy, the money is too good to pass up.
I watch the game with Peter for a few minutes before excusing myself and going to my room. I don’t sleep that night, both because of the whole surrogate situation and piles of homework.
The next day, I take a taxi to an address about twenty minutes away from school. The taxi driver stops outside some really fancy looking apartments; it’s a tall, black building with beautiful blown glass windows and each unit has their own little patio. I pay the driver and get out of the car, entering the high-rise building and taking a deep breath as I step on the elevator, headed for apartment 533.
A couple gets in with me and I stand awkwardly in the corner as they are romantic. Even being romantic, they’re still so fancy—they make me feel underdressed in my jeans and sweater. They are laughing and murmuring things to each other, hardly detaching themselves to breathe. Is this what this couple I’m meeting is going to be like? Ugh, I hope not.
The elevator dings on the fifth floor and I sigh in relief as I exit, leaving the couple behind. The hallway in front of me is long, seemingly endless, with beautiful carpet. When I reach the right apartment, I stop and stare at the door for a second. I can still walk away; I can still change my mind.
I sigh—it’s not like I’m getting pregnant today. I’m going to walk in, listen to what this Colton has to say, then leave. That’s all. I raise it and knock.
The man who opens the door takes my breath away.

CHAPTER THREE

He is the most gorgeous man I have ever seen.
The man is tall and broad, wearing a black suit that perfectly complements the lean lines of him. His strands are short and black, combed back from him to showcase his big blue eyes glowering down at me.
His expression softens a little when he sees how nervous I’m. “You must be—”
“Emily,” I interrupt. “Emily Valdez.”
He opens the door wider. “Come in.”
I walk in slowly, trying not to gawk as I take in his expansive apartment.
“I’m Colton,” he says, offering to shake in greeting. When I take it, it is strong, firm but not rough. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
I try to smile, but I’m sure it’s more of a grimace. “Nice to meet you, too.”
“Why don’t you take a seat?” he asks, motioning to the living room.
“Okay.”
“Would you like a drink?” he asks, walking to the small wine stall next to the TV.
“Just water, please.”
Colton half-smiles and he nods before making his way to the kitchen. Only a few moments later, he comes back with a cold cup of water.
“Thank you.”
“No problem,” he says, taking a seat on the other couch with a glass of wine.
There’s a moment of silence as I bring the cup up and take a sip. I’m shaking a little, so I set it down quickly before he can see how nervous I’m. He can still be a serial killer for all I know—this could all be a trap.
He is looking at me like he’s trying to read my thoughts. “Shall we start?”
“Aren’t we going to wait for your wife?” I ask nervously.
“I’m not married, Miss Valdez.”
Wait, what? I frown. “But I thought you wanted a baby.”
“I don’t need a wife to have a baby—that’s why you’re here,” he says, taking a sip of the wine.
“You want me to have a baby for you?”
He chuckles. “Isn’t that the whole point of being a surrogate?”
“Well, yeah, I guess,” I say, looking away.
“Unless you’re not sure? In that case, then—”
“No.” I interrupt, quickly, thinking about my family. They need me—they need the money. I look at him and take a deep breath, pushing away the anxiety. “I’m sorry. I just thought I would be dealing with a married couple.”
“I understand, but if this is going to work, you need to know that I don’t like to talk about why I do the things I do.” He leans in closer until we are only inches apart. “I don’t like questions.”
I forget to breath for a second. I don’t know if it’s because of how intimidating he is or because of how handsome he is, but I have to put some distance between us before I can think straight again.
“Your profile says you are a college student,” he begins, reaching for a yellow folder. He printed my profile?
“I’m in my last semester at NYU.”
“If you were to get pregnant, you will still be able to graduate,” he confirms.
I nod, gulping. Why is this so awkward? “That’s the plan, yes.”
“What’s your major?”
“Nursing.”
He nods slowly as he looks at the folder again before meeting my gaze. “It says here that you’ve never been with anyone?”
I shift uncomfortably in my seat. “Do we really need to talk about that?”
“Yes,” he says, amused.
“I’m innocent, yes.”
“Do you think that’s going to be a problem?”
“Why would it be? It’s not like I have to have it.”
“They’ll be sticking needles in you,” he tells me, his voice soft. “Several times—not just once.”
“I’ll deal with it.”
He frowns. “Do you have any idea what you’ll go through? Do you even know the process of getting pregnant?”
I don’t like the way he’s talking to me, but even more, I don’t like that I have no response for him. My surrogacy research only included established couples basically using me as an oven…but since he doesn’t have a partner…
“You are going to need an egg,” I realize, looking at him. “One of my eggs?”
He frowns. “I’m surprised you hadn’t realized it before now, Miss Valdez.”
I am suddenly sweaty and it beats faster as Colton stares at me with those intense blues. “I’m sorry,” I say after a moment. “You must think I’m an idiot.”
“Something like that,” he says but he’s still wearing a small smile.
“I just—I was okay with this because the baby wasn’t going to be biologically mine. I was just going to carry it. But if you use one of my eggs, that means the baby will be part of me. It is going to have my lineage. I know it may sound stupid, but that matters to me.”
“Why did you apply for Growing Generations?” he asks me.
I don’t say anything for a moment. Why should I say anything to him? I don’t know him. He’s a stranger who doesn’t even let me ask him questions. “I don’t want to do this,” I whisper. “I know that’s probably not what you want to hear, but it’s the truth.”
“You’re doing this for the money then,” he says with a nod.
The way he says it makes me feel like I’m a bad person; I know I don’t want the money for something bad, but I can’t help but feel like I’m hawking myself. Does this make me a bad person? All I want is to help my dad.
“My dad is sick…my family needs money.” I stand with a sigh and he stands with me, but I shake. “I thought this was the answer, but I don’t know that I can do it. I’m sorry.” I turn make my way toward the door.
“I’ll pay you double.”
I freeze. “What?”
“I’ll pay you double.”
“Why?” I blurt out, finally turning around to look at him. Is he serious about this? The money was already going to be life-changing for my family…but double would take care of the mounds of medical debt piling up.
He moves closer until he is right in front of me. “I know this is going to sound strange, but you fit the criteria I was looking for in a surrogate. I want the woman carrying my child to be a decent woman—a single, childless woman. You are…perfect.” He stares at me for a moment. “I have money, Miss Valdez, so it’s not the problem. Help me and I’ll help you.”
I don’t know what to say. Firstly…why would a man like him want a baby? I know I just met him, but he seems like a rich businessman who only comes home to sleep. Why a baby? And more importantly—why me? I’m not the only single woman out there with no children. On the other, he is offering me a lot of money. Money my family needs—this is my chance to help them.
“I’ll think about it,” I finally answer.
Colton reaches for his wallet in his back pocket. He opens it and gives me a small card. “Call me when you decide.”
“I will.”
We stand there for a moment, staring at each other. Then I agree again and reach for the doorknob.
“Miss Valdez?”
I turn around and look at Colton, one sneaker already out the door. “Yes?”
“I’m a very impatient person,” he warns. “Don’t take long.”

Top 2 Ad Creative of Radish Fiction & Chat Stories

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Top 3 Ad Creative of Radish Fiction & Chat Stories

Ad Details ：

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Basic Info of Top 3 Ad Creative

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