Rebirth 04: Starting from Taking an Unconventional Approach

"Do you know how to use it?" Han Fei asked Lu Hai.

"Of course. Come on, president, step back a bit."

Han Fei immediately took a step back.

"Watch closely!" Lu Hai pointed the gun at the back panel of the wardrobe and pressed the red button on the handle.

A red dot moves up and down in the center of the target.

Lu Hai held his breath and released the button.

A muffled thud echoed in the bedroom, then everything fell silent again.

A nail was fired from the gun barrel and embedded itself in the center of the target.

"Damn," Lu Hai put down his gun, rubbing his shoulder, "that was powerful!"

Han Fei's eyes widened. He leaned forward, grasped the iron nail in his hand, and shook it from side to side. But the nail was firmly driven in and did not budge.

"What's the underlying principle?"

"The principle is actually not complicated," Lu Hai said proudly. "It's just electromagnetic induction. When you press the button, the capacitor discharges, and the current flowing through the coil generates a strong magnetic field that attracts the nail. When the nail reaches the middle of the coil, you release the button, the magnetic field disappears, and it flies out due to inertia."

How did you know?

Lu Hai touched the top of his head and grinned: "I've seen this in science fiction magazines. Don't let its rough appearance fool you; it's actually a combination of high-voltage electricity, electromagnetism, materials mechanics, and precise timing. Only a true master could make it. Wen Jie, that kid, is a talent!"

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The next morning, the sun climbed over the Twin Mountains, looking ready to break the record for the highest temperature.

Han Fei got out of bed, went into the kitchen to make coffee, washed his face in the sink, and hummed Jim Stark's "Morning Song".

He sliced ​​some bread, took out two sausages and an egg, filled a glass with water, poured steaming coffee into a mug, and sat down at the table to enjoy his breakfast while pondering how to solve the most pressing problem at hand: the cash problem.

Although the new model was a great success on its first day of launch, the settlement of SP business must strictly follow the process of: "user replies to SMS → mobile deduction of phone bill → mobile record of transaction history → billing in the following month → reconciliation between mobile and SP → revenue sharing of mobile payment".

The actual settlement period is usually 30 to 90 days, with the mobile company settling accounts with the SP (Service Provider) partner in the following or third month. Even at the fastest, you have to wait until the next month's settlement period.

The best solution now is to have Zhang Qiming help us obtain a business data confirmation letter from the mobile company, and then use this data certificate and cooperation agreement as collateral for a loan, turning future profits into current funds.

Han Fei swallowed the last bite of bread, lit a cigarette, and strolled to the window with his coffee. Looking out, he saw that Wutongli Street was already experiencing a surge of people and vehicles during peak hours.

He chose a man wearing a gray coat and an old-fashioned headdress, focused his gaze on him, and watched him slowly walk past until he was out of sight.

He finished his coffee, stubbed out his cigarette in the ashtray, changed his clothes, and went out.

Han Fei took a bus to the front of the publishing house, checked his watch, and it was exactly eight o'clock.

The publishing house has resumed its usual rhythm, and the lobby is bustling with activity. The time clock is beeping, and people are occasionally yawning and talking about the TV series they watched last night.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from the stairs; it was the young editor rushing up the stairs.

Of course, there are also those who are steady, taking one step at a time. That's the old proofreader, Master Zhou. He always says that walking too fast is bad for your mental health.

Han Fei walked through the corridor, and someone nodded to him and greeted him with a "Good morning, President Han." He responded with a nod as well, without saying much.

His office was at the very back, and the nameplate on the door was hung up when his father was the president. The paint on it had peeled off and was now mottled, revealing the dark wood underneath.

He walked into the office, closed the door, and before he even went inside, he saw something gleaming faintly under the desk. He went over and picked it up; it turned out to be Wen Jie's cell phone.

Han Fei chuckled a few times, put his phone on the table, turned on Wen Jie's computer, and leaned over to examine it.

The data continues to rise slightly, with the overall conversion rate reaching 13.92%.

According to the reading ranking data of the Qingniao Reading website, Lao Huai's "Borrowing Seeds" is in the lead, with a total of 8247 readers.

Hedgehog's "The Door My Brother Closed" has been read by 7683 people, ranking second.

My own article, "Li Yuanyuan," ranked third with 6921 readers.

It seems that the best editor is not necessarily the best author, Han Fei thought to himself.

He straightened up with satisfaction, walked around behind the desk, sat down in the chair, picked up the receiver, and was just about to call Zhang Qiming when the office door was pushed open.

"So early?" Han Fei looked up and saw Zhang Ruiyi walk in with a smile and sit down across from him at the table.

She wore a light purple shirt and light-colored jeans, with a small ginkgo leaf brooch pinned to her collar, and held a neatly trimmed kraft paper envelope in her hand.

Zhang Ruiyi waved the manila envelope in her hand at him: "Guess what this is?"

"The envelope," Han Fei said.

"Hmm, you guessed right!" Zhang Ruiyi glared at him and pushed the envelope off the table. "My dad asked me to bring this to you. He said very confidently that you'll definitely need it."

Han Fei raised his eyebrows and put down the microphone: "Uncle Zhang wouldn't have thought the same thing as me, would he?"

Zhang Ruiyi held the back of her head with both hands, looking at Han Fei with an expectant smile on her face.

Han Fei picked up the kraft paper envelope, tore open the seal, and took out the documents inside.

The top of the screen displays the blue-green logo of Shanghai Mobile Communications Corporation, followed by a title: "Confirmation Letter Regarding the First Day Data Performance of Qingniao Publishing House's SP Business 'Qingniao Reading'".

He quickly scanned the text, which clearly stated:

Partner Name: Bluebird Publishing House

Cooperation Code: QN-20040726

数据统计周期：2004年7月27日00:00至23:59

Total SMS messages sent: 500000

Successful deliveries: 498146

Number of subscribers triggered: 68247

Paid conversion rate: 13.7%

Estimated revenue share (settled next month): 585432.60 yuan

Finally, it was stamped with the official seal of the Data Business Department of Shanghai Mobile Communications Company, and the personal signature of Zhang Qiming, the deputy general manager.

Han Fei nodded slowly, a smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips: "Uncle Zhang understands me so well. I was just wondering how to ask him for this."

"That's right," Zhang Ruiyi said. "Mr. Zhang also said that it's better to teach a man to fish than to give him a fish. It's not appropriate to lend you money directly, and you wouldn't accept it anyway, otherwise you would have asked him long ago. So he thought of helping you in this way. This is the first time I've realized that he can be so understanding."

Han Fei laughed loudly: "Your tone sounds a bit sour."

Zhang Ruiyi tilted her head to one side and snorted.

Han Fei carefully put the confirmation letter back into the envelope, opened the drawer, and found the SP business contract signed with the mobile company.

"Okay," he said, looking at Zhang Ruiyi. "With this, things will be simple. I need to go out for a bit, do you want to come?"