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

After hearing the request to set up a stall, the dormitory supervisor looked at the activity plan on Jiang Che's phone.

"You can use the table, and I can help you post in the dorm group chat, but please don't make a mess of it, and remember to take away the drink bottles."

"Don't worry, Auntie, we'll take care of cleaning up afterward."

Jiang Che showed her the page of the order he had just placed, and breathed a sigh of relief.

If students are notified that they can join the dormitory group chat, and are willing to come downstairs voluntarily, half of the trouble that previously hindered them will be resolved.

After the drinks were delivered, Xu Wenbin stacked the cardboard boxes on the side of the table and then spread the empty burlap sack on the table to serve as a tablecloth.

He stepped back and looked around, muttering to himself, "Why can't I shake off that scrap collector vibe?"

Song Mingxuan rolled up the sack and stuffed it back into his arms: "Please, put it away."

The dormitory group notification had just been sent out when the sound of slippers came from the stairwell.

The first boy to come down was carrying four textbooks, complaining, "All they gave me was a bottle of Coke? I carried it all down from the sixth floor."

"You don't need to leave the book behind, just take a picture."

Jiang Che took the textbook, opened the copyright page, and placed it on the table: "You can register in three minutes, and you can even take the book back with you."

The boy, who had been about to leave his textbook there, turned back after hearing this.

"Alright, that's perfect. I was worried you wouldn't be able to sell them and wouldn't be able to get the books back."

Lu Ziang was in charge of taking photos, Song Mingxuan registered the versions, and Xu Wenbin handed over the drinks, along with a hastily printed bookmark.

The front of the bookmark displays the platform's promotional slogan, while the back shows the registration number.

Once the group got used to each other, it didn't take long for a student to go from sitting down to leaving.

The number of people at the stairwell gradually increased, and the once empty forms were filled one after another, while the supply of mineral water and cola visibly decreased.

Xu Wenbin was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink water, but his mouth was never idle.

"Old Jiang, that was a good move. I should have known better than to knock on the door this morning. My leg is still sore."

"If you don't run into obstacles in the morning, you'll feel like setting up a stall is pointless."

After checking a set of photos, Jiang Che added information about the use of teaching materials in the remarks column.

As he watched the data increase, the question that had been weighing on his mind was finally answered.

Users aren't lacking in demand; they're just unwilling to incur additional costs for unfamiliar platforms.

If a platform wants users to stay, the first step is to learn how to make things easier for them.

Near the end, a boy wearing an old baseball cap dragged over a suitcase.

When the box was opened, inside were not only professional textbooks, but also neatly bound postgraduate entrance examination notes, with even past exam papers categorized by subject.

Song Mingxuan flipped through a few pages, but his pen stopped moving on the forms.

"Senior, did you organize all of this yourself?"

"Yes, I took the exam for two years and finally passed last year."

The boy squatted down and separated the notebooks: "You can sell the textbooks secondhand, but the notes and past exam papers can't be sold, you can only give them away."

Xu Wenbin picked up the thickest book and couldn't help but mutter, "The handwriting here is even neater than what I printed out. Is this a freebie?"

"It'll just gather dust in my hands anyway, give it to someone who really needs it."

The boy closed the box and added, "But if I don't want someone to take it and resell it online, I'd rather keep it in my dorm."

These words made Jiang Che reopen the notebook.

The margins were filled with notes outlining the review order, and sticky notes were placed over areas prone to errors. The last few pages also contained frequently asked questions from interviewers.

While old textbooks can save you tens of dollars, this set of notes can save newcomers months of detours.

"The platform can add information and descriptions, and the giver can also set conditions for receiving the gift."

Jiang Che put the notebook back in the box: "Would you like to leave your contact information? After someone applies, we'll send you the reason for the application, and you can decide whether to send it or not."

The boy nodded: "That's fine, I'll choose myself."

When the registration point closed, there were already more than one hundred valid records in the system.

Xu Wenbin stuffed the last bottle of mineral water into the sack, patted the bulging bag, and muttered to himself, "At least I didn't go back empty-handed, even if it wasn't filled with books."

The group met at the library entrance at noon.

Su Qinghe's records are even more extensive, already compiled into three full pages of tables.

Jiang Che was about to praise her when Su Qinghe handed him her phone.

The screen displayed a textbook collection application without a name, and the contact information field was also blank.

"A girl wanted to receive two free textbooks, but she didn't want to leave her personal information publicly."

Su Qinghe gripped the strap of her canvas bag and spoke more slowly than usual: "She said her family wasn't well-off and she was afraid her classmates would gossip about her if they found out."

Lin tide chimed in from the side: "She stood at the dormitory entrance for quite a while, and then called Qinghe aside to the stairwell before speaking."

Zhao Weilan sighed as well: "The list of gifts on the form is enough to scare people away."

After reading the application, Jiang Che finally understood why Su Qinghe hadn't mentioned the results of collecting the books that morning.

This matter touched on something she cared about; she wouldn't trade the embarrassment of the recipients for project data.

"I want to cancel the public display of the recipients."

Su Qinghe pulled up the revised process: "Only an anonymous number is generated when the book is received. The platform will verify the student's identity privately. The person who donated the book can choose to contact them themselves or have us deliver it on their behalf."

Song Mingxuan slowed down his hand as he flipped through the forms.

"This would complicate the tracking process and make it difficult to present during the competition presentation."

He put the pen down on the paper and quietly calculated again: "After anonymization, how can the book donor confirm that the recipient truly needs it? And how can we prove that the materials were delivered?"

"Confirmation records can be kept, but personal information will not be disclosed."

"Back-end review requires people, and forwarding also requires people. What happens after the project is promoted?"

Su Qinghe did not avoid this question.

"Then let's continue to optimize it. Charity cannot prove its value by publicly revealing other people's plight."

The room fell silent. Xu Wenbin had intended to smooth things over, but after opening his mouth, he swallowed his words back.

Jiang Che knew that Song Mingxuan was considering the integrity of the competition, while Su Qinghe was upholding the platform's bottom line; neither of them was wrong.

While complex processes can be solved with technology, those who have been publicly hurt once may not be willing to come back.

"Anonymity is reserved."

Jiang Che took the flowchart and crossed out the section for public display: "The defense will display the anonymous number and circulation status, but will not display the recipient's information."

Song Mingxuan looked up: "What about the review process?"

"We'll do the initial work, and then we'll set up on-campus volunteer reviewers once the user base grows."

Jiang Che looked at Lu Ziang: "Can we add it tonight?"

Lu Ziang had already turned on his computer. "Let's make the basic version first. The identity information will be encrypted and stored in the backend. The frontend will only display the ID number. It can be launched tonight."

Song Mingxuan picked up the pen he had just put down and revised the flowchart.

"Okay, then I'll revise the presentation plan as well."