You're dumping me, huh? Fine, then I'll just pick up the school beauty and make her my wif

After knocking on another floor, only two more books appeared on the registration form, and both were Syrian war-damaged editions.

Song Mingxuan simply couldn't bring himself to offer any price advice.

Xu Wenbin walked to the side of a staircase, squatted down, pulled the burlap sack off his shoulder, crumpled it up a couple of times, and stuffed it under his buttocks.

"Alright guys, let's take a break. I think I've figured it out. It's not that they don't have old books, it's that they simply don't want to talk to us."

"That guy was playing games before he opened the door. When he heard us talking about registering textbooks, he immediately said he was busy."

"They have time to play games, but no time to write a book. So our project can't even compare to a single ranked match."

He became more and more discouraged as he spoke, and rubbed his toes back and forth on the edge of the steps a few times.

When he set off in the morning, he thought it would be convenient to carry a sack to pack his books, but now he has made himself a complete clown.

"I think we should hold off on making this for now. It looks more and more like a junkyard."

Xu Wenbin was furious when he looked at the sack under his buttocks. "I brought it out for no reason and made myself look bad."

Song Mingxuan frowned as he flipped through the forms, analyzing, "At this rate, we probably won't be able to collect twenty copies from just one building."

"Besides, Peking University has so many undergraduate majors and so many different textbooks. If these twenty scattered books are put on the platform, it would be good if they could be sold within a year."

Lu Ziang leaned against the wall and operated his mobile phone to synchronize the registration data to the test backend.

"In addition to the physical books we have received, we currently have a total of seven valid electronic records, but only four of them have complete information."

Xu Wenbin was even more discouraged when he heard this. "Seven books? The four of us spent the whole morning working on this and we only managed to get seven books."

"At this rate, how are we going to participate in the Challenge Cup defense? If the judges ask about our data, I can't exactly bring a sack of potatoes onto the stage and say it's full of ideals, can I?"

None of them were in the mood to respond to Xu Wenbin's joke at that moment.

Jiang Che also sat down on the steps to rest, without urging everyone to continue knocking on the door.

The reasons for their setbacks are already clear.

Most students have old books, but they've long since put them away in some corner, and whether they deal with them or not doesn't affect their lives.

After the team arrives at the home, the book owner needs to find the book, verify the version, fill in the course information, set the price, and leave their contact information.

The whole process takes at least ten minutes.

Whether the platform can transfer the book is still unproven, but the other party has to pay for the time first.

If it were Jiang Che himself, he would probably also find it troublesome if a stranger knocked on the door while he was playing games or doing homework.

Moreover, their introduction repeatedly emphasized the platform and transactions, which inevitably makes people feel that they will be constantly contacted after registration.

The project details should be included in the proposal; the more comprehensive the process, the higher the score.

However, if these miscellaneous tasks were to be done by real users, even filling in just one extra field could discourage them from using the service.

"Okay, let's stop here for now and not knock on any more doors."

Jiang Che took the registration form from Song Mingxuan's hand and flipped through it from beginning to end.

Xu Wenbin looked up: "Not going to knock anymore? Shall we go back then?"

"Why go back?"

"Resubmit the questionnaire, or think of another way. Are we going to keep going door-to-door only to be turned away?"

"We've been turned away so many times, it would be a waste of time to go back now."

Jiang Che placed several forms side by side on the steps: "You guys, list out all the dorms that were rejected earlier, and write down the reasons for each rejection."

The group gathered around and listed out the reasons one by one, and soon discovered that there weren't many dorm rooms that truly didn't have any old books.

Half of the respondents said the registration process was too troublesome, while the rest were mainly worried about their personal information being made public or that the platform wouldn't be able to transfer the funds, leaving them with nothing to show for their efforts.

Xu Wenbin rubbed his forehead wearily. "Brothers, why didn't we ask this in the questionnaire?"

"You don't actually think that just because someone answered 'yes' on the questionnaire, they're really willing to cooperate, do you?"

"People are willing to cooperate with questionnaires because they are simple, but collecting books door-to-door is obviously much more troublesome," Jiang Che said.

Song Mingxuan twirled the pen between his fingers and offered a solution: "How about shortening the process? We can skip filling in names and phone numbers, and then we can add them to the platform's internal chat later?"

Jiang Che pondered for a moment and shook his head. "There's no time. But we can wait for the buyer to submit the application and for the book owner to confirm it before exchanging contact information on the platform."

"Who will review it in the backend?"

"We'll handle the initial stages ourselves."

The two began discussing the contact process, and Xu Wenbin, after listening for a few minutes, couldn't help but chime in.

"Wait a minute, they don't even want to fill out the form, and you're here figuring out how to protect their contact information? Aren't you going a bit too far?"

Song Mingxuan stopped writing. "That's true. We need to get them willing to register first."

"Then don't let them fill it out."

Jiang Che picked up a newly registered advanced mathematics book from the ground, flipped to the spine, and opened the copyright page.

"The book owner is only responsible for taking two photos: one of the spine and one of the edition page. Also, take two photos of the interior pages to see if there are any notes in the book."

"Course name, publisher, publication date, and version information are listed below; we've compiled this information based on the photo."

"Pricing and contact information can be asked when someone needs them."

Xu Wenbin took out his phone and demonstrated: "That's really fast, it takes less than a minute to take a picture."

"We need to add an option for preference."

Jiang Che wrote "transfer, gift, not yet determined" in the blank space of the registration form.

"They just need to check a box; they don't have to make a decision on the spot."

"After the platform matches the request, we will contact you again."

"If the other party is willing to continue, both parties can communicate on their own; if the other party is not interested, the record will be taken down directly."

Song Mingxuan took the pen and crossed out most of the original two-page paper form.

Originally, sixteen items needed to be filled out, but after reduction, only dormitory number, photo, processing intention, and contact information remain.

In this way, although Jiang Che and his team would be much more tired in the early stages, the users would indeed save a lot of trouble.

Jiang Che picked up the forms on the ground and then looked at the closed dormitory doors in the hallway.

Changing the process only solves the registration hassle; knocking on doors one by one still results in low efficiency.

Students can do whatever they want in their dorm rooms, so it's perfectly normal for them to have conflicts after being interrupted.

Instead of chasing after users, we should encourage those who are willing to deal with their old books to take the initiative.

"There's a long table downstairs that's not being used, right?"

"Yes, it's right next to the dormitory manager's office." Xu Wenbin said, then immediately realized, "You want to set up a stall on the first floor?"

"Registration is limited to one hour per dormitory building."

Song Mingxuan thought for a moment: "But we haven't even prepared any posters, how will the people upstairs know?"

"Dormitory Group"

Jiang Che stood up and brushed the dust off his trousers: "Let's talk to the dorm supervisor first. If she agrees, we can send the notice to the building's group chat."

Xu Wenbin rolled up the sack and tucked it under his arm, finally regaining some of his composure.

"But why should they come down and cooperate?"

"Based on this."

Jiang Che opened the school supermarket's delivery page and selected bottled water, cola, and several common beverages.

Xu Wenbin looked at the quantity in the shopping cart: "Are you serious? Taking two photos and getting a free drink? Isn't that a bit too much to handle?"

"One bottle per person. We need effective data right now, so spending some money is inevitable."