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Chapter 199 This tastes wrong.

Shen Kang didn't notice what was happening across the street; he was just looking around aimlessly.

After squatting there for a while, a car pulled up in front of him, and Tao Yinchu, a short and stout man, got out of the driver's seat like a gust of wind and came over with a big smile on his face.

He stopped in front of Shen Kang, carefully examining Shen Kang's face, and said with some surprise, "Mr. Shen, you seem to have become even more handsome?"

"——" Shen Kang stood up, thinking to himself that Lao Tao was the kind of person who couldn't keep things to himself and would say whatever he saw.

He then said, "Old Tao, you look much better."

He wasn't lying.

When Shen Kang first met Tao Yinchu, Tao Yinchu looked rather dejected. Now, however, he was radiant and full of energy, a stark contrast to his usual demeanor.

"It's alright, at least I have something to do, which gives me more energy."

The two talked for a short while and then left.

Shen Kang pushed his bicycle to a spot next to the guardhouse, locked it, and then got into Tao Yinchu's car, heading towards Anjia Technology.

Tao Yinchu was driving while still talking about the smart rice cooker: "—The first batch of accounts, from Anjia Housekeeping..."

The settlement has been completed; the total is 36. We've also started ordering some experimental equipment from Anjia Technology.

Although Anjia Housekeeping and Anjia Technology are both part of the Anjia Group, they operate independently, and the money from the rice cooker sale still needs to be accounted for. Currently, Anjia Technology urgently needs funds for research and development, so a relatively short payment period of 15 days has been set.

"—Unfortunately, there are only a little over 20,000 rice cookers in this batch."

Tao Yinchu sighed at the end of his speech.

From Anjia Technology's perspective, acquiring a unit for 90 yuan and selling it to Anjia Housekeeping for 204 yuan, resulting in a 126% profit margin, is incredibly lucrative. He has never done business with such a high profit margin in his entire life.

If this business can continue indefinitely, it's practically like making money while lying down.

It's a pity that there are too few smart rice cookers; there are only over 20,000 units. This number is based on suggestions made by Tao Yinchu to his superiors when he was in charge of the supply chain at Ruifeng Electric Appliances, taking into account various factors.

Why didn't I loosen up and do more back then?

Tao Yinchu felt a great sense of regret when he thought about this.

"More than 20,000 units is already quite a lot," Shen Kang said from the passenger seat. "Anjia Household Services is also under a lot of sales pressure. If there were more, the inventory would be piled up for even longer. Besides, this was just good luck, a lucky find. Anjia Technology can't expect this to happen again in the future. They still need to rely on their own solid products."

Tao Yinchu repeatedly agreed.

Anjia Technology wasn't too far away, and the two chatted for a while before arriving.

Once inside, Shen Kang saw that it was much cleaner and tidier than when he first rented it. The various areas were divided up, and basic office equipment was in place, while some experimental equipment was still waiting.

There were quite a few employees at those workstations inside.

Among these employees, some were headhunted by Shen Kang, while others were recommended by Tao Yinchu and then formally joined Anjia Technology after being interviewed by Shen Kang and Tao Yinchu together.

"Hello, Mr. Shen."

Tao Yinchu accompanied Shen Kang on a tour, and the employees greeted him warmly. Finally, accompanied by Tao Yinchu, Shen Kang arrived at an office.

This is the office of the head of the technical team.

The supervisor's name is Yang Xinkai, 37 years old, tall and thin, wearing glasses. He used to work as a technician in a large factory in eastern Guangdong. Later, he resigned and returned to Yangcheng to start his own business, but unfortunately, he encountered the financial crisis and lost everything.

Yang Xinkai had originally planned to return to eastern Guangdong. Despite widespread unemployment due to the financial crisis, factories still wanted skilled workers like him.

Many factories would rather drastically cut sales and supply chain operations than lose their technology departments, adhering to the principle of preserving core technologies and enhancing their competitiveness in the hope of weathering the storm.

Before Yang Xinkai even left Yangcheng, he was targeted by a headhunting firm hired by Shen Kang. After two rounds of contact, Shen Kang offered a very generous price and brought Yang Xinkai in.

"Hello, Mr. Shen."

Upon seeing Shen Kang enter, Yang Xinkai stood up and greeted him, but his gaze towards Shen Kang still held a hint of something unusual.

He's much better now.

You see, when he first met Shen Kang, he almost suspected the other man was playing some kind of prank. If it weren't for the headhunter's people accompanying him, he would have stormed off.

However, after several encounters, Yang Xinkai gradually accepted the fact that this young man was indeed a boss. But every time he saw Shen Kang, his gaze would still involuntarily turn somewhat strange. After all, his nephew was almost the same age as Shen Kang.

"Hello. Please have a seat. I'm just here to check on the progress."

As Shen Kang spoke, he asked everyone to sit down.

Yang Xinkai then reported on the progress of the electric toothbrush research and development: Anjia Technology has been busy setting up offices and building a team recently, so the research and development of electric toothbrushes has not really started yet. Yang Xinkai has studied some industry-related materials and initially determined some directions.

"From the current industry technology perspective, there are two main technical approaches used in the vibration technology of electric toothbrushes: rotary vibration and sonic vibration. Some domestic manufacturers are still using rotary vibration, but sonic vibration is definitely the mainstream in the future. Based on our company's product positioning, I personally recommend adopting sonic vibration."

As Yang Xinkai spoke, he turned the computer screen around to show Shen Kang and the others some data and information.

Shen Kang basically just listened without offering any opinions.

After listening to the whole thing, he was quite satisfied with Yang Xinkai's initial design concept.

Although Shen Kang didn't understand the technology, he had seen some electric toothbrush products from later generations in his previous life and knew about a mainstream development direction in later generations.

From this perspective, Yang Xinkai's judgments and decisions seem sound. For example, he decided to adopt a sonic vibration solution. Also, many current electric toothbrushes lack a 2-minute timer function; users need to manually time the brush and turn it off when the time is up.

Therefore, many dentists even suggest that clients choose a song of about 2 minutes to play while brushing their teeth, so they know to turn it off when the time is up.

Only some high-end electric toothbrushes have a 2-minute timer function.

However, Yang Xinkai believes that their Anjia Technology electric toothbrush needs to include a 2-minute timer function. According to Yang Xinkai's understanding, the cost of timer modules has begun to decrease significantly, making the addition of a 2-minute timer function necessary.

This will not cause the cost of their Anjia Technology electric toothbrush to increase too much.

Moreover, Yang Xinkai believes that the 2-minute timer function will be an industry trend for electric toothbrushes in the future, and it's better to do it sooner rather than later.

From the perspectives of industry trends and cost changes, Yang Xinkai believes that their electric toothbrush must include a 2-minute timer function.

Yang Xinkai made some judgments and decisions like these, which satisfied Shen Kang, who felt he had made the right choice in hiring this person.

Outside the North Gate of Yangko University of Science and Technology, the back street is noticeably more deserted than the front street. The few shops on the street are almost empty, and there are even many houses open directly in the street, with elderly people carrying deck chairs to sunbathe in front of them.

At the entrance of "Hongwei Convenience Store", the owner, Zhang Hongwei, came out and glanced to his right.

To the right of the convenience store is a bookstore with a sign that reads "Qing Teng Bookstore" hanging on the door.

That's a bookstore that just opened last month.

Zhang Hongwei thought that the boss surnamed Tang was simply out of his mind, not even doing a market survey before opening the store.

It's worth noting that there are quite a few people in the backstreet area, but they are mostly migrant workers who rent cheap rooms here. Not many students from Yangko University of Science and Technology come here to spend money.

Therefore, it is possible to open a shop and do business on the back street, but you need to be like his magnificent convenience store, specializing in selling daily necessities to those workers and doing business with them in order to survive.

Open a bookstore?

Just thinking about this magnificent picture makes me want to laugh.

What a load of rubbish about opening a bookstore!

Who among the low-income working-class people living in this backstreet area would come to his bookstore to buy books?

In particular, this Green Vine Bookstore had such a pretentious, affluent atmosphere. The working-class people living there were even less likely to come.

Just then, the owner of a noodle shop on the street corner came over and said, "A pack of black bean noodles, please."

"it is good."

Zhang Hongwei then went back to the shop and gave him a pack of Black Bean sauce.

After lighting the cigarette, the noodle shop owner took a puff, then waved the hand holding the cigarette towards the bookstore entrance. "Hongwei, what's this kid doing?"

At the entrance of Qing Teng Bookstore, the bookstore owner, Tang Yongming, was talking to a pretty female student, seemingly discussing something.

"Could it be that this kid wants to hire a female student to stand at the door and solicit customers?" the noodle shop owner thought to himself, chuckling as he spoke.

If that's really the case, and this pretty female student starts standing in front of the bookstore soliciting customers, that would be quite nice. Everyone on this street would be in for a treat.

Zhang Hongwei was smoking a cigarette offered by the noodle shop owner when he heard this. He shook his head and said, "No, I'm going to call GG."

"GG?" The noodle shop owner was taken aback. "Is this young girl a reporter?"

When the topic of "getting a GG" comes up, this noodle shop owner immediately thinks of words like "television station" and "newspaper," and then naturally thinks of reporters.

The noodle shop owner didn't have a concrete idea of ​​how those GG vendors advertised GG on TV and in newspapers. He just subconsciously thought that it might be that reporters came to his shop to interview him, then made GG images and put them on those things.

Therefore, based on his conceptual framework, he naturally and subconsciously assumed that the little girl was a reporter.

Zhang Hongwei, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, said, "What a reporter! He's just a student. He's not the kind of person who makes fun of others in newspapers and on TV, you know."

They said they were playing GG on some website —

Because it was right next door, Zhang Hongwei had overheard some of what Shen Kang had said when he came over before, and now he was telling everyone.

After listening, the noodle shop owner finally understood what was going on and was puzzled: "Can typing 'GG' on that website really bring people here?"

Zhang Hongwei had finished his cigarette. He threw the cigarette butt on the ground, kicked it, twisted it left and right to extinguish it, and then spat a mouthful of phlegm onto the ground with a series of "ha~ tsk!"

Then he said dismissively, "What's the point? I think it's just a waste of time. Do you think those students would come here just to see a guy?"

That's not enough to keep them busy. To do business on the backstreet, you have to be like us, specifically catering to the local residents. Trying to sell to students here is simply not an option!

Upon hearing this, the noodle shop owner nodded silently, deeply agreeing.

Next door, at the bookstore entrance, Ji Feiyan looked at Tang Yongming with a helpless expression: "Boss Tang, what's wrong with what I wrote?"

Following the steps outlined in the plan, she has already taken many photos in the bookstore and written a piece of copy.

However, Tang Yongming was not satisfied after reading it.

She hoped Tang Yongming would point out what she was dissatisfied with so she could change it, but Tang Yongming just couldn't say, which left her feeling helpless.

"Well----"

Faced with Ji Feiyan's question again, Tang Yongming scratched his head and said, "It's just that I don't have that urge to come to the bookstore. It's a feeling, you know?"

Ji Feiyan couldn't help but roll her eyes inwardly.

She had heard her cousin talk about some clients who made incredibly unreasonable demands. Ji Feiyan hadn't understood them then, but now she seemed to.

What is an impulse, a feeling?

Ji Feiyan also had her own temper and stopped talking.

Tang Yongming glanced at her, unsure of what to say, and then continued looking at the manuscript written by Ji Feiyan in his hand:

Pushing open the half-closed walnut-colored wooden door of the bookstore, the crisp tinkling of the wind chimes, like a string of musical notes, gently unlocked this tranquil world hidden in the corner of the street. Warm orange light shone through the woven lampshades hanging from the ceiling, gently spreading over every inch of space, as if even time itself had been dyed a lazy amber color.

I walked in on the light gray terrazzo floor, feeling the subtle texture of the sand beneath my feet. The air was filled with the unique aroma of coffee beans mixed with old book pages, making me unconsciously slow my breathing. I strolled slowly along the aisle between the wooden bookshelves, my fingertips tracing the rough or smooth spines of the books, as if touching the wrinkles of time. The books here were not categorized in the conventional way; literature, art, travel, and the aesthetics of life were all mixed together. On a small bookshelf in the corner, there were even a few yellowed foreign poetry collections, with withered plant specimens tucked between the pages.

I pulled out a copy of "A Map of Parisian Strolls," and upon opening it, I found a few lines of delicate handwriting in pencil by the previous owner: "I finished reading it at Café Zacca in the autumn of 1998." In that instant, it felt as if I had experienced a wondrous resonance with some distant soul—

I found an empty seat by the window; the cream-colored sofa was so soft I could sink in halfway, and dark green velvet cushions were casually piled on the armrests—outside, the rustling leaves of the plane trees swayed in the breeze, and afternoon sunlight streamed in at an angle through the glass, casting dappled shadows on the pages of my book. Lazy jazz music flowed from my headphones, blending with the faint sounds of turning pages, hushed conversations, and the gentle clinking of porcelain in the bookstore, creating a private background symphony.

As I got up to leave, the shop assistant smiled and handed me a brown paper bag containing the books I had just bought, along with a gingerbread piece that he had secretly slipped in. Pushing open the door, the hustle and bustle of the street instantly washed over me, but I felt as if I were holding a warm secret in my arms. That afternoon, enveloped in the scent of books, coffee, old times, and tender details, felt as if even my soul was permeated with the fragrance of the pages.

Standing at the street corner, looking back, the wooden door resembles a carefully framed painting in the twilight. Perhaps tomorrow, I will return with that ginkgo bookmark, to the same corner, to continue my whispered conversation with this bookstore.

The above is the advertorial written by Ji Feiyan.

Ji Feiyan had also marked out where to insert photos and which photos to insert, and even pasted sample photos that she had taken with an instant camera in the store.

After reading it, Tang Yongming found that Ji Feiyan's writing was indeed quite good, and coupled with her photos, it had a very sophisticated feel, fitting the style of his Qing Teng Bookstore. But style alone wasn't enough.

He wants more customers.

However, based on Tang Yongming's own feelings after reading this—from his personal perspective alone—he probably wouldn't be very interested in this bookstore; at most, he would only have this impression.

Of course, even if it's just like that, some people might still see GG and come.

However, having finally managed to win, Tang Yongming still hopes to achieve the best results and the highest cost-effectiveness.

After thinking for a while, Tang Yongming suddenly said, "Why don't I call Boss Shen and ask him to come and take a look?"

Upon hearing this, Ji Feiyan's heart stirred, but she casually replied, "That works too."

She was naturally happy to spend more time with Shen Kang.

So Tang Yongming picked up the phone and called Shen Kang.

When Shen Kang received the call, he was still at Anjia Technology. He had already gathered enough information about the situation and was about to head back when he received the call.

"Mr. Tang, what's the matter?"

"Mr. Shen, it's like this. Regarding Ji's boyfriend, I always feel like something's missing—"

After listening for a while, Shen Kang understood what Tang Yongming meant.

He had just finished his business, so he asked the other party to wait a moment while he went over.

Tao Yinchu naturally acted as his driver again, taking him to the gate of Yangcheng Normal College.

Mr. Shen unlocked the bicycle parked there and rode towards the back street. A little while later, he arrived at his destination.

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