Rebirth 08: Equipment God

Chapter 236 School-wide Announcement: Club Recruitment

"Simply put, as long as it's not blatant advertising, promotion, or content that violates public order and good morals, it's fine, right?"

Perhaps sensing the potentially dangerous implications of this statement, the senior student from the External Relations Association spoke with a hint of caution: "The final approval rules are still determined by the Youth League Committee teachers."

Understood, Jiang Xiaobai can make the decision.

The senior student whispered, "Junior... uh, I mean, Zhai, do you want to sponsor an event? In your personal capacity?"

Zhai Da shook his head and said, "No, let's use the company's name. It'll seem more formal."

The senior student exclaimed in shock, "You own a company?"

Zhai Da thought to himself, "Is this so strange?"

Well, the so-called seniors are just juniors. They're seniors at school, but outside they're all just naive and foolish.

Zhai Da explained to the External Relations Association the main idea of "calling on all students to write manuscripts in the fields they believe they have talent in, and submit them to the club 'π' to ultimately select new members."

Is the senior student from the External Relations Association a bit slow on the uptake, sponsoring a school-wide event just for "club recruitment"?

You're really rich!

"How much money do you think we need to pay you to achieve sufficient coverage?"

The senior student said righteously, "No, no, we're not classmates. It's not for us, it's a sponsorship of the student council to support our work!"

"How much support do I need from you, and are you willing to work for it?"

The senior student gritted his teeth and stated a price: "I'll try my best to cover the entire school for you, but it will cost at least 2000 yuan!"

After speaking, she looked at Zhai Da nervously, as if she was just waiting for Zhai Da to open his mouth before lowering the price to 1500.

Zhai Da:
You haven't eaten any good pork either.

In fact, the Student Union's External Relations Department is a rather awkward department. It sounds impressive that it "connects with off-campus resources," but in reality, it mostly just works with nearby businesses, secretly putting up some banners and advertisements.

For example, if the school wants to hold a basketball tournament, they start going from one company to another, and finally hang a banner on the basketball court that says "XXX sponsors the Xth Harbin Institute of Technology Basketball Tournament" and charge each company 800 or 1000 yuan.

Occasionally, when advertising slots aren't selling well, restaurants like chicken hot pot or barbecue might spend around 500 yuan to sponsor a business, but that usually only works once because it's not very effective.

Some schools are more lenient in their management, allowing external associations to organize corporate lectures or take kickbacks from students by having them do unpaid work distributing flyers, blatantly making money. But Harbin Institute of Technology is very strict in this regard.

Zhai Da nodded and said, "2000 yuan is no problem, but I would like to know your process, and it would be best if you could be more efficient."

The student council is notorious for its procrastination; it holds meetings over every little thing, and if you don't keep an eye on things, it can easily drag on until the next semester.

The senior thought for a moment and said:
"I will mobilize multiple departments to issue a joint notice, ensuring that classes with student council members are covered, and those without members will be reached indirectly by having everyone forward the message in their own class group. Since Teacher Zhai is asking for speed, we will not prepare any materials and will focus on text messages."

“We will assign someone to monitor the group and encourage everyone to participate repeatedly. The student union’s official website will also be updated simultaneously. All manuscripts should be submitted to us. Is this okay?”

Zhai Da thought for a moment and said, "Simplifying is better. In addition, to motivate everyone, there will be a reward of 1000 yuan for outstanding manuscripts, with a minimum of 3 and no upper limit. This money will be paid separately and will not be included in the sponsorship fee."

Although it's unclear how many he can collect, even if there isn't a single "genius," Zhai Da will still select three who write seriously and pay them.

Such activities could be held once or even twice a semester, and offering a reward would be a worthwhile endeavor.

The senior student thought to himself, "It's so great to be rich!"
You should know that some formal scholarships only cost eight or nine hundred yuan per semester. In 08, 1000 yuan was more than the living expenses of many students.

For example, he himself plans to write something and try his luck.

I've managed to rise to the ministerial level in the student council, so it's not an exaggeration to say I have some talent, right?
"By the way, Zhai, I can only promise the student union to act as quickly as possible, but I really can't guarantee how long it will take for the Youth League committee to approve it."

Zhai Da thought it was simple. Considering that there were still some details to be finalized, Zhai Da directly called Jiang Xiaobai to come and participate.

So the Youth League Committee teacher, who the senior student had mentioned as having "approval authority," came directly to the scene to approve it.

I've finally witnessed what it means to have connections and influence.
So the decision was made on the spot, with a text notification added, and the sponsorship payment was received quickly. That afternoon, most classes received the notification in the group chat.

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

In a corner of the campus, a dormitory building houses a less popular college and its even less popular students.

Bionics science and engineering.

In the men's dormitory, several second-year students were gathered together discussing something.

"Is this club something so important that they're announcing recruitment to the whole school?"

"I don't know, but it seems to be a club of some 'great writer,' they did it once before."

"That big shot on TV? Oh, and there's a reward! 1000 yuan is a lot!"

Someone who was quietly drawing stopped writing when they caught the keyword.

The boy was wearing an ordinary knitted sweater, the edges of which were worn and frayed, but he still refused to change it.

He thought for a moment, then opened his old laptop.

The lag was severe, outperforming 99% of computers nationwide. By the time I logged into QQ, the brief discussion about it in the dorm had ended.

The boy in the sweater checked the messages in the class group chat.

[The 2nd 'π' Club Recruitment Call for Submissions!]

The boy pondered for a moment, then muttered to himself, "What a strange request. What could its purpose be?"

Why would that "great writer" be interested in something as childish as a student association?
Finally, my gaze fell on the "Rewards" section.

Who cares what the purpose is?
The boy thought for a moment, then carefully put away the unfinished drawings on the table, preparing to write something new.

The drawing on the blueprint depicted a large bird.

Or rather, it could be described as a biomimetic model airplane.

Hmm. In the future, it would be more appropriate to call them "drones".

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In a dormitory of the School of Chemistry, a cheerful daily routine unfolds in the girls' dormitory.

"Did you use my soap again? It's covered in lint!" "I just washed my hair! It's probably just my hair."

"Who are you kidding! Who washes their hair with soap! And are you short with naturally curly hair?! And it's uneven in thickness! Come here! I need to compare!"

The questioning quickly turned into giggling and playful wrestling on the bed, with the entire upper bunk and the table below shaking.

On the bed near the door, a girl with her legs crossed was playing on her phone when she yelled irritably, "Stop hitting each other! The bed's going to collapse! If you want to show off your love, go outside and do it yourselves!!"

The girl was very tall and slender, and her raised feet were constantly bouncing.

The two girls below said, "You think you can show off your love like that? Humph!"

"Exactly! Have you finished picking out a birthday present for your boyfriend?!"

The tall girl twirled her long hair between her fingers, looking annoyed, and said, "I've chosen one, a basic Swarovski pendant. But it costs 1,100, and I don't have enough money."

"How much?"

"One thousand three hundred short."

"Why is there an extra two hundred?"

"Can't we buy cakes and flowers?"

The girls, who had been playfully bickering, exchanged a glance and said speechlessly, "Your relationships are making you poorer and poorer."

The girl in the upper bunk scoffed, "I date for enjoyment, not to make money."

Just then, a group notification popped up on her phone, and the girl casually clicked on it to take a look.
[Recruitment Rules: Anyone can apply. Simply submit a handwritten note in any field you believe you have a talent for, including but not limited to your profession, hobbies, and interests.]

Of course, none of that matters. The reward at the very bottom is 1000 yuan!
I've got a gift for my boyfriend!
The girl sat up abruptly, climbed out of bed, and prepared to start writing immediately.

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A corner spot in the library.

The sound of turning pages filled the air, making the crisp sound of typing on the keyboard rather noticeable in comparison.

A tall, upright figure is "playing on the computer".

Anyone passing by could tell that this was probably not a typical computer game; the screen was almost completely black, with only lines of letters constantly scrolling across it at a rapid pace.

The phone beeped softly, and after glancing at it, the person touched their chin in confusion.

"Another one? What's that top scholar thinking?"

Submitting an application signifies the transfer of ownership of the 'Submitted Notes' and a commitment that the content is original.

Cheng Mo didn't look at the line related to rewards, but instead recalled the rules from the first time.

"It seems exactly the same. So they're not satisfied with the previous round? My submission was rejected? Can this guy even understand it?!"

Cheng Mo was somewhat unconvinced.
"After all this time, I still can't figure out what this 'great writer's' purpose is. It can't really be because of the last sentence, can it?"

He looked at the last paragraph of the text.
We welcome intelligent, interesting, and talented individuals to join us.

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The online gala a few days ago has made "Zhai Da" the most popular name at the school.

This also increased the "event's" reach index, and regardless of whether people participated or not, they would still talk about it.

With just 2000 yuan, the student union was able to get things done, covering almost the entire school – a classic example of achieving great things with minimal investment.

Some people genuinely find it interesting.

Some wanted to take this opportunity to get to know Zhai Da, this influential figure.

Of course, some people genuinely wanted the 1000 yuan reward.

This time, the number of participants will likely see a significant leap.

Zhai Da, on the other hand, only needs to sit back and wait for potential "geniuses" to take the bait.

In front of Zhengxin Building, the 8 o'clock class finally ended, and countless students filed out exhausted. Evening classes are the most grueling.

In the darkness, Zhai Da stood at the corner waiting for someone to arrive. His collar was pulled up high, so no one recognized this "celebrity" for the time being.

Not long after, Zhai Da finally saw the figure he had been longing for.

Little Wood lowered its head and carefully stepped over the icy stairs, its white down jacket wrapped tightly around it, making it look like a small white mailbox.

So cute.

Upon seeing Zhai Da, Lu Wei immediately quickened her pace.

To Zhai Da's surprise, he actually jumped up slightly and gave himself a big hug.

Zhai Da was stunned. He quickly caught the small piece of wood. It wasn't heavy, but he still took half a step back.

The thick down comforter was squeezed by a large hand, revealing its exquisite curves and waist.

Looking down, I saw a faint smile on Little Wooden Head's face.

"You ate mushrooms?"

Lu Wei stiffened and shook her head: "No."

"Did you have something to drink?"

"nor"

"What happened?"

She rubbed her smooth forehead against Zhai Da's chest and whispered something in a breathy voice.