Rebirth 04: Starting from Taking an Unconventional Approach

Chapter 157 The Incarnation of Justice

Wang Hongxin entered the technical department office, immediately greeted by the heat emanating from the computer cases, the clatter of keyboards, and the focused faces in front of the screens. This office occupied half a floor, equipped with nearly two hundred sets of equipment and housing over a hundred technicians. Wang Hongxin stood in the doorway, quickly glancing around. No one turned to look at him. Good. He walked through the aisle between the workstations to the back of the office.

"General Manager Wang is here." Chen Yu, the technical lead, saw him and stood up.

Wang Hongxin nodded, looking at the huge display screen hanging on the wall. The screen showed the real-time monitoring panel of Qingniao Reading's Guangdong interface, including connection pool status, cache hit rate, database response time, and SP interface callback success rate. Each indicator was marked in green, like a list of satisfactory results.

"How are the preparations going?" Wang Hongxin asked.

"Mr. Wang, look," Chen Yu pointed to the screen, "the connection pool warm-up is complete, the cache hit rate is stable at over 92%, and the database master-slave synchronization latency is no more than 50 milliseconds. Regarding the SP interface, we've conducted three rounds of joint debugging with the Shanghai team, with a 100% success rate. We also simulated peak traffic. Based on a total of two million push notifications, assuming a conversion rate of 10%, that's two hundred thousand subscription requests. We conducted stress tests based on double the peak traffic, and the system can handle it."

"Double?"

"Yes, 400,000 concurrent connections. The database connection pool is configured with a maximum of 500 connections, an additional cache cluster node has been added, and the web server is load balanced. Mr. Wang, let me tell you, even if the conversion rate reaches 20%, our system will remain rock solid."

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"Hmm." Wang Hongxin rubbed his chin, glanced at Chen Yu, and said, "Headquarters is watching this pilot program closely. This isn't just data from Guangdong; it's a crucial juncture for the entire mobile content-based SP strategy. We absolutely cannot afford to mess this up."

"Don't worry, Mr. Wang," Chen Yu said with a confident smile, "We've made thorough preparations. Even if it were five million, let alone two million, we could handle it."

Several technicians nearby nodded in agreement. One of them added, "Engineer Chen led us through three consecutive nights, measuring every conceivable boundary condition."

"Okay," Wang Hongxin said. "The number pool will open at 2 PM. The Qingniao technical team in Shanghai will coordinate with you. I want you to refresh the monitoring panel every ten minutes from now on. Report any anomalies within five minutes."

"Understood!" Chen Yu said.

Wang Hongxin nodded briefly and turned to leave.

At 10:30 a.m., Han Fei drove to the Fifth People's Hospital of Shanghai to visit Yang Zheng. The doctors had already treated Yang Zheng's external injuries and performed a series of examinations, including a head CT scan, electrocardiogram, and neurological tests. The diagnosis showed that the knife wound to his neck was only two millimeters away from touching the carotid artery, but fortunately avoided a fatal risk; it was classified as a moderate trauma, accompanied by a mild concussion. The hospital kept him under observation for two to three days, mainly to prevent infection, delayed intracranial hemorrhage, and assess the sequelae of hypoxia.

When Han Fei entered the ward, Yang Zheng was lying in bed reading a report in the *Xinmin Evening News*, his neck wrapped in gauze. Han Fei asked about his injuries, and he casually mentioned needing seven stitches, expressing gratitude for being alive and even more gratitude that those people had finally been caught. Han Fei expressed gratitude and guilt, but Yang Zheng insisted that Han Fei had saved his life.

Before Han Fei was about to leave, Yang Zheng suddenly said something that deeply moved Han Fei: "When I was locked in that small house, what I thought about most was not the fear of death, but the fear that after I died, no one would pursue this matter."

At 1:45 PM, Han Fei returned to the publishing house and pushed open the door to the meeting room where the technical team was located, only to be startled. More than a dozen faces turned to look at him simultaneously. Besides the technical team and Zhang Ruiyi, even the editorial staff were there.

"Wow," Han Fei said, walking into the packed room, "Why is everyone here?"

"Come and see!" Zhang Ruiyi said, beckoning to Han Fei.

The crowd made way. Han Fei went to the front and saw Wen Jie sitting in a chair, pulled very close to the computer screen.

"This was the live news broadcast from the TV station just now," Wen Jie said without turning his head. "I recorded it with my TV card."

Han Fei immediately recognized the person on the screen and the "Dragon TV" logo in the upper left corner, and a strange feeling arose in his heart.

Wen Jie turned up the computer volume.

"Early this morning," Jiang Shi leaned forward and spoke into the microphone in the reporter's hand, "we received an urgent call from President Han of Qingniao Publishing House, saying that Yang Zheng, a reporter from the Morning News, might have gone missing at the hideout. We immediately realized the seriousness of the situation. As the competent authority, we contacted the public security department for support at the first opportunity, and also sent personnel to the scene to conduct an on-site assessment of the nature of the publications involved."

"So Bluebird Publishing House played a key role in this case?" the female reporter off-screen asked.

Jiang Shi nodded, looking directly at the camera: "You could say that. Without the detailed report materials from Qingniao Publishing House beforehand, it would have been difficult for us to pinpoint the exact location of this den in such a short time. Not to mention President Han's decisive handling after the reporter went missing. He was able to contact the relevant authorities immediately in the middle of the night; frankly, many companies probably couldn't do that."

"How would you evaluate Qingniao Publishing House's performance in this incident?"

"I believe that a company's willingness to spend time and effort to protect its rights in a legal and compliant manner, while actively cooperating with the relevant authorities to combat illegal publications, is commendable. Our cultural market order needs more companies like this to participate."

The camera cuts back to the studio.

The host, facing the camera with a serious expression, said, "According to reports, the rescued reporter, Yang Zheng, is currently receiving treatment in the hospital and his vital signs are stable. The Press and Publication Bureau stated that it will conduct further identification of the illegal publications involved in the case, and the public security department will also handle the nine criminal suspects according to law. This station will continue to follow this story."

"How's it going, Fei-ge?" Wen Jie said, pressing the pause button. "You're on the news!"

"This is the 12:30 noon news program, 'Oriental Afternoon News'," Zhang Ruiyi said. "I did a count, and it wasn't just Dragon TV, but also Shanghai TV and almost all mainstream online media reported it. CCTV's 'News 30 Minutes' also broadcast a brief news segment, which, although less than twenty seconds long, mentioned the name of Qingniao and your role."

"Wow!" Han Fei exclaimed, "Even CCTV knows about this?"

"uh-huh."

"And this too," Wen Jie said, opening a browser window.

Han Fei saw a forum post on the screen with the title: "Has anyone received a text message from Qingniao Reading? I decided to subscribe after reading the news." There were already more than twenty pages of replies below.

Zhang Meimei chuckled: "The little boss is a celebrity now."

"President," Zhou Tao said, "won't you need to wear sunglasses and a mask when you go out from now on? What if readers recognize you on the street and surround you asking for autographs? That would really interfere with your work!"

"From now on, we at Qingniao need to put up a sign at the entrance," Cheng Xu said loudly. "It should read: 'President Han Fei is here. Illegal publications, please stay away!'"

Laughter echoed throughout the conference room.

"I think the most crucial thing isn't fame," Chen Jianguo said, "but the public opinion. Look at those comments, they're all supporting Qingniao and praising it. We'll definitely have more users trusting us in the future."

"That's right," Zhang Meimei said. "The leaders of the Press and Publication Bureau praised him personally on TV. That's more valuable than any other kind of face."

Wang Zhe sighed, "The key is the high efficiency. The incident happened in the early morning, and it was on CCTV by noon. If this response speed were used for our system optimization, we would have won the project of the year award long ago."

More laughter erupted.

"Stop joking around, all of you." Han Fei smiled helplessly. "I went on TV because something happened, not to receive an award. You're all making fun of me."

Zhang Ruiyi chuckled: "To be able to turn a disaster into a positive example, that really shows your skill. President Han, don't be so modest."

The crowd laughed even louder.

Zhang Meimei gestured for a pause. "Alright, everyone. Let's get down to business." She took a breath, picked up a stack of printed papers from the table, and handed them to Han Fei. "This is what we just received via fax. The *Dragon Kingdom News and Publishing Daily* is going to publish an in-depth analysis this afternoon. This is the preview they sent over so we can check if there are any discrepancies in the data."

Han Fei took the article and saw the title: "A Victory for Content Compliance and Market Order—Starting from Qingniao Reading's Winning Bid in Guangdong." As he browsed the article, he suddenly realized that only twelve hours had passed since Yang Zheng was rescued.

In the past twelve hours, Qingniao has transformed from a publishing house with a small reputation in the industry into an "embodiment of justice" in mainstream media reports. The shift in public opinion was faster than he had imagined.

"How is it?" Zhang Meimei asked.

"No problem, let them publish it." Han Fei put the manuscript on the table, glanced at his watch, and asked, "Wen Jie, has the coordination with Guangdong been completed?"

"Okay," Wen Jie said. "After Lu Hai received the contract this morning, we confirmed it with the technical staff in Guangdong."

The number pool has just been opened, the SP green channel is now connected, and push notification tasks can be initiated at any time.

"First, select a few viral copy and a few targeted copy for Guangdong, push them to 10,000 phone numbers, and conduct a three-minute rapid test."

"Okay." Wen Jie quickly operated the system, selecting the number, content, copy, and setting the push notification task in less than two minutes. His fingers pressed the Enter key on the keyboard, and a window popped up on the screen.

The push task has been submitted.

Task ID: GD-TEST-001

Target number pool: Active users in Guangdong (200 million entries)

Push content: Copywriting Library Group A, Copywriting Library Group C. Estimated volume: 10,000. Status: Sending through the green channel. After 30 seconds, the task will be completed, and feedback data will pop up on the screen.

Total push notifications: 10000

Successfully delivered: 9998

User response: 0

Subscription successful: 0

Conversion rate: 0%

The crowd waited in silence.

Three minutes later, the conversion rate reached 4.2%.

"Delivery rate is 99.96%," Wen Jie said. "Billing callbacks are normal, with an average delay of six seconds. The channel, system, and interface in Guangdong are all working properly."

Han Fei nodded and made a decision: "This time, we won't do it in batches. Two million messages, push them all out at once."

In a small, secure conference room on the top floor of the mobile headquarters building, Fang Jing, Chen Yuanshan, and Zhao Guoqiang sat across from Liu Zhenhua. Three hours had passed since they saw the brief news report about Han Fei on "News 30 Minutes," and one hour had passed since Fang Jing checked Qingniao's system operation logs and learned that Han Fei had delivered all two million numbers to Guangdong.

Fang Jing reported on the popularity of the "Reporter's Undercover Investigation of an Illegal Den Leads to Kidnapping, President of Qingniao Seeks Emergency Help Late at Night" incident on major mainstream online media, as well as Qingniao's righteous image in public opinion. She printed out some representative reports and comments and showed them to Liu Zhenhua. Even Liu Zhenhua couldn't help but laugh after reading the reports and comments.

"This kid is really good at making trouble," Liu Zhenhua said. "Others just litigate, but he manages to make his lawsuits attract nationwide attention."

Chen Yuanshan whistled softly: "This public opinion is more effective than any green channel we could open for Qingniao."

"Public opinion is a fickle thing," Zhao Guoqiang said, sighing, "it comes and goes quickly. Today it can elevate you to the heavens, tomorrow it can trample you into the mud. Han Fei should have understood this."

"He knew it," Fang Jing said. "It was precisely because he knew it better than anyone else that he was able to see at a glance that this wave of popularity was an excellent opportunity. So, as soon as the pilot program opened in Guangdong this afternoon, he pushed out all two million numbers."

"You're pretty bold. What if the conversion rate collapses?" Zhao Guoqiang said.

Fang Jing glanced at him with a helpless expression: "It won't collapse. The public opinion is there, and user trust has been maxed out in advance. Even if he only pushes regular content, the conversion rate won't be low. What's more, he has also prepared articles specifically for Guangdong, such as 'Dongguan Night Scene' and 'Workshop Memories,' which are specifically aimed at migrant workers."

"Well done!" Liu Zhenhua exclaimed, clapping his hands. "The positive impact of this wave of public opinion sparked by the 'rescue through an undercover investigation' incident far surpasses any form of GG or official endorsement. Choosing to push it out to the entire audience at this time is the most efficient way to transform brand momentum into commercial energy. Wise! The public opinion heat has reached its peak, and the cost of trust has been reduced to its lowest point. The Guangdong market is also ready, only lacking the support of Qingniao. With this incident, even the section chief of the Press and Publication Bureau publicly praised Qingniao on television. The morale of the Qingniao team must be high. It can be said that the timing, location, and people are all in perfect harmony, a great gift from the market to Qingniao. Han Fei's ability to accurately judge the situation at this time, make a decisive decision, and seize this golden 24 hours of public opinion storm is remarkable!"