I suggest you investigate; this person doesn't seem to be a first-time reborn individual.

Shanghai.

Lin Ran led Zhuge, Sima, and Chen Yiyi on a non-stop tour around the university town.

It's the same process, but there are some differences. The biggest difference this time is that we don't have to deceive both sides.

Starlight Mall was very cooperative, sending over complete data from several events, including customer traffic growth curves, merchant revenue growth, repeat purchase conversion rates, and more, along with event data compiled by Momo itself.

Lin Ran compiled this data into a PowerPoint presentation and placed it on the conference table of the mall staff. The people opposite him started nodding after looking at it for less than ten minutes.

Anyone who has run a shopping mall knows that some data cannot be fabricated.

The whole process went incredibly smoothly.

Lin Ran intentionally wanted Zhuge and Sima to appear more often, pushing them to handle most of the business negotiations.

The two of them were quite determined. At first, they stuttered a bit when they spoke, but by the third day, they were able to confidently offer each other promises without batting an eye.

"Mr. Wang, although your location is a bit out of the way, there are three universities nearby with 40,000 students. Once our activities are launched, we can guarantee that the weekend customer flow will double, and tripling is not a dream."

……

"Rent? Where did you get rent? What you give us is called revenue sharing."

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"How can you call this freeloading? We're bringing you customers; how much exposure would you get if you just voted for nothing?"

……

It has a similar dog-like style to Lin Ran.

Chen Yiyi followed behind the two like a little tail.

This was also Lin Ran's request.

"HR can't just sit in the office waiting for resumes. Go to the front lines and you'll see what kind of people the business departments are short of every day. If you don't understand the business, the people you recruit won't be able to handle the business, and they'll blame you later."

Chen Yiyi nodded and then took notes in the small notebook that Xia Chan had given her.

But to be honest, female college students these days are quite pampered, and most of them find it difficult to accept this kind of work.

After a day of running, it's common to have blisters on your heels.

The shopping malls around the university town are all in remote locations, and there are no ride-hailing services available yet. Sometimes you can't get a taxi even after waiting for half a day, so a few of us end up carrying our suitcases and walking two kilometers in the autumn wind of October.

Chen Yiyi never complained.

On the first night, she developed a blister on her heel. She borrowed a needle from the hotel to pop it, put on a band-aid, and walked around as usual the next day.

The next day, Zhuge Liang and Sima Yi argued over negotiation tactics, with one saying they should present the data first and the other saying they should discuss profit sharing first.

After listening for ten minutes, Chen Yiyi whispered, "Why don't we start by talking about the pain points of their shopping mall?"

The two men turned to look at her.

"Put Starlight's data on the second page; could we get the mall to proactively inquire about it...?"

Zhuge and Sima exchanged a glance.

On the third day, they did as instructed.

After listening to the first half of the explanation, the other person proactively asked, "How were the data results for your event at the Starlight Run?"

Lin Ran sat in the corner, saying nothing.

By the afternoon, he simply disappeared.

The three of them had no idea where the boss had gone.

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Lin Ran got out of the taxi at the entrance of Jizhou University.

The security booth at the entrance is still in the same spot, the convenience store still has that ugly sign, and the sycamore tree is a bit thinner than I remember.

He walked along the main road, passing the library, the second canteen, and dormitory building number seven. Students carrying books passed by him, discussing the roll call for the afternoon's elective classes.

He ordered a bowl of beef noodles at the second canteen.

This is so much better than what that facial paralysis auntie at Jiangda University did.

He sat by the window, overlooking a lawn where people sat sunbathing. The sunlight made his plate shine, and the red chili oil glowed.

He chewed on his noodles, suddenly feeling a little dazed.

Sometimes he felt that being reborn was just a dream.

It seems like the next second, his roommate from Jizhou University will pat him on the shoulder and say, "Lin Ran, what are you daydreaming about? There will be roll call for advanced calculus this afternoon. Did you reserve a seat?"

Lin Ran's thoughts were interrupted by a phone ring. He opened it and saw that it was a picture sent by Zhuge Zhuangshi in the work group. It was a blurry picture of Chen Yiyi running into the rain.

Caption: It's raining, the boss isn't here, but we still have to stand up for ourselves!

Lin Ran gave a thumbs up.

I checked the time, and strolled leisurely with my umbrella over my shoulder to an old-style residential building.

He looked up and counted to the fourth floor. The light was on in the apartment on the left, and the curtains weren't fully drawn, leaving a thin gap.

Lin Ran arrived on the fourth floor. The door on the left was ajar, and the sound of keyboards clattering could be heard from inside. Someone was cursing, and two voices were talking on the phone at the same time.

Lin Ran knocked three times, but no one answered.

He pushed open the door.

The scene inside was pretty much what he had expected: seven or eight computers with their screens glowing dimly, reflecting the swirling smoke in the room, and five or six young people huddled around a few computer desks pushed together, frantically typing on their keyboards.

A shirtless man was making a phone call in the corner.

"Yes, that one! Copy and paste! Expose a hundred accounts! What do you mean by 'content'? If I give you content, what the hell are you going to do? Make it up yourself!"

This man is Lao Fang, who started out as an online troll and his side job is a sugar daddy/sugar baby broker. In his previous life, Lin Ran's dozens of single girlfriends were all introduced by this man.

Old Fang hung up the phone, turned around and saw him, his brows furrowing: "Who are you?"

"Fang Jingbo?"

"It's me. Who introduced me?"

"No one introduced me."

Old Fang stared at him for three seconds, then took the cigarette out of his mouth and flicked off the ash.

He didn't ask Lin Ran what he was doing there, nor how he found the place. He simply put the cigarette back in his mouth and snorted through his nose.

"sit."

Lin Ran did not sit down.

Old Fang didn't mind and shouted to the people inside, "Go out and get some fresh air."

Several people got up one after another. Some grabbed a pack of cigarettes from the table, while others put on their coats. No one spoke. Only two monitors remained in the room, their screens displaying a dense list of accounts that kept scrolling.

Old Fang sat in the chair and looked the young man in the hoodie up and down.

"College student?"

"Um."

"What do you do?"

Lin Ran didn't answer. He walked to the window and opened it a crack. The smell of smoke in the room was too damn pungent.

"How many comments can your team produce in a day? What's the price for controlling comments? What's the price for boosting rankings? What's the price for stirring up trouble?"

"Are you here to inquire about prices?" Old Fang took the cigarette away, his tone carrying a hint of wariness and a touch of slickness.

"Brother, I can ask for a quote, but I need to know what you want to do first. Different types of work have different prices."

Lin Ran turned to look at him: "Simple. Help me bump a few posts and get them trending. Then find a few self-media outlets to write a few advertorials, and keep them up for a day or two."

Old Fang's eyes darted around: "Five thousand for a top post, thirty thousand for a trending post, and eight thousand for a sponsored article. You need to bribe the self-media outlets, so this price isn't expensive."

Lin Ran scoffed; Old Fang had clearly quoted an exorbitant price.

They've probably fooled around together countless times before, they even know how many moles are on his butt, what are you pretending to be so arrogant about?

"Are you still going to do business as a real estate agent?"

Old Fang's expression visibly stiffened for a moment.

"...Where did you hear that from?"