in2ebook Chapter 326 Persuasion.
Chapter 326 Persuasion.
Zhou Qing learned about this from his students.
That day, after finishing his professional class, he was tidying up his lesson plans when he heard two boys chatting in the back row.
One said, "What should we order for lunch? The spicy hot pot place you go to after class is pretty good."
Another person said, "You use it too? I ordered braised chicken yesterday, and it was still warm when it was delivered to my dorm."
The two of them took out their phones and huddled together to figure out the best way to get the discount.
Zhou Qing listened attentively, memorized the lesson plan, tucked it under his arm, and walked out of the classroom.
In the corridor, several students walked towards us, carrying takeout boxes with the yellow cat printed on them.
Back in his office, he sat in his chair and remained silent for a long time.
Then I turned on my computer and entered that address into my browser.
A yellow page pops up, and a cat is lying in the middle of the screen, looking incredibly cute.
He stared at the cat for a long time, then began to study the platform carefully.
One study session can last a whole day.
……
The next day, he called Sun Ming and Li Xiao to his office.
The door was closed.
People passing by in the corridor heard the sound of someone banging on a table coming from inside.
"Who sent you there? Have you finished your projects? Have you written your papers? What are you doing working on a food delivery platform with freshmen? Do you even remember you're Zhou Qing's students?"
Sun Ming lowered his head and pushed up his glasses.
Li Xiao's hands hung at her sides, her nails digging into her palms.
After Zhou Qing finished cursing, he leaned back in his chair, his chest heaving.
After a long silence, he spoke, his voice lowering.
"Call him over."
Sun Ming looked up. "Teacher Zhou, you mean...?"
"Bring Song Huan over here, I need to see him."
The call was made by Sun Ming.
Song Huan was sitting in the startup incubator reviewing the food photos submitted by the merchants. The photo of the clay pot rice noodles was off-color, so he marked it "needs to be reshot" in the backend.
His phone rang. He picked it up, listened to the call, said "Okay, I'll be right there," and hung up.
He closed the backend page and took a file folder from the drawer.
It contained three things: a complete project plan, a demo USB drive, and a summary report of campus test data.
Then, from the bottom shelf, I pulled out a thin booklet: a profit planning document.
Stand up and zip your jacket all the way up.
Just as she reached the door, Miqin walked in carrying a stack of rider agreements.
He stepped aside to let me pass. "Miqin, keep an eye on the test data this afternoon. For orders that are late for delivery, categorize the reasons accordingly."
Miqin responded and asked, "Boss, where are you going?"
He pushed open the door and stepped into the wind.
"Let's defeat the first boss in the starting village!"
……
Song Huan still remembers Zhou Qing's office.
Pushing open the door, I saw the professional journals neatly stacked on the bookshelf, and the pothos on the windowsill had grown long, with its vines drooping to the ground.
Zhou Qing sat behind his desk with a cup of strong tea in front of him, the tea so dark it was almost black.
Song Huan went in, placed the file folder on the corner of the table, but did not sit down.
Zhou Qing glanced at him and got straight to the point: "Your project has caused quite a stir."
Song Huan didn't respond.
Song Huan is not the kind of person who likes to say polite words and nonsense.
All he could do was present his success to Zhou Qing and try to impress the old man with tangible results.
He pulled the USB drive out of the file folder and plugged it into Zhou Qing's computer.
"This is the platform's operating procedure."
The demo interface popped up, and Song Huan gave a demonstration.
"It's divided into three columns: user side, merchant side, and delivery side, displayed side by side."
With a click of the mouse, the order is sent from the user's end, received instantly by the merchant, and the delivery progress bar starts running.
The entire process took thirty seconds.
Zhou Qing stared at the screen, his pupils dilating slightly.
Song Huan then pulled out the test data summary report from the file folder and placed it in front of him.
Order volume, delivery time, number of merchants, and user repurchase rate are all listed above.
We have data for every single day, from the first day it went live until today.
Xiao Yunqing worked overtime to help organize it.
Zhou Qing flipped through a few pages, finding it increasingly unbelievable.
The report was thick, and the paper rustled under the fluorescent light.
Song Huan waited until he finished reading before speaking.
"Professor Zhou, the technical architecture and database design of this project fully meet the standards for university practical training projects. After running for a week, the backend test data is sufficient to support a high-quality practical paper."
He paused for a moment, "Students can gain real project experience by following along."
Zhou Qing's finger paused briefly at the edge of the report.
Song Huan pulled the research proposal out of the file folder.
The cover reads, "Research and Practical Application of Instant Delivery System Based on Campus O2O Scenario".
He presented the proposal to Zhou Qing.
"The project can be affiliated with your research group. When applying for a provincial-level innovation and entrepreneurship practice project, your name will be listed as the supervising professor, and the research achievements will be attributed to you. Participating students can receive practical credits, bonus points for postgraduate recommendation, and project certification."
Zhou Qing's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
Song Huan pulled out another document.
"Once the project stabilizes, we will establish an entrepreneurial practice subsidy for the Computer Science department. It will be paid annually from the platform's profits. We will discuss the specific amount later."
He placed the two-page document next to the project proposal.
Then he stopped.
The office was quiet, and the sycamore leaves rustled outside the window.
"The school's Youth League Committee has already approved this project. Director Li can stamp the project approval document at any time."
Song Huan spoke again, but not loudly.
"Actually, I've always kept your name as the project leader, and all the results belong to the department."
He paused for a moment, then said, "If you feel this isn't suitable, I can approach other departments. For example, Dean Wang of the Business School mentioned it at the last meeting; they also lack practical projects."
Zhou Qing's brow twitched slightly.
He knew very well that if the project were transferred to the business school, the business school would likely take off.
In that case, I would become a sinner against the engineering college!
"For this project, the front-end operations team is from the business school, while the back-end delivery team is from the work-study center. If the computer science department is unwilling to take the lead, I can outsource the technical aspects to an external company. But in that case, the students' practical opportunities, the research results of the project, and the department's performance will all be unrelated to the computer science department."
After Song Huan finished speaking, she stood still, neither humble nor arrogant, and did not say another word.
Zhou Qing remained silent for a long time.
He never imagined that a freshman he once looked down on would now be able to push him to this point.
Is it about saving face, or taking a step back?
He leaned back in his chair, his gaze shifting between the stack of documents and the demo on the computer screen.
I picked up the teacup, only to find the tea had gone cold, so I put it down again.
The door was pushed open.
Chen Xiuyuan walked in carrying his cup of strong tea.
"Old Zhou, still busy?"
He walked to the desk and glanced down at the stack of documents on it.
Project proposal, test data, and profit plan.
He picked it up and flipped through a few pages at random.
"I think this project is really good. The technical architecture is solid, and the test data has been generated. Student participation is high, and the business school is cooperating very well."
He put down the file, picked up his teacup, looked at Zhou Qing, and said, "Your computer science department should also have a decent practical project."
……
A few days later, at a departmental research group meeting, Zhou Qing included "Waiting for You After Class" in the department's key practical training projects.
"This is a high-quality entrepreneurial practice project in our department, with solid technology and broad prospects. It can provide students with practical opportunities, academic credits, and high-paying part-time jobs. Interested students can contact Song Huan to register."
The news spread like wildfire throughout the computer science department.
Someone asked, "Who is Song Huan?"
The person next to me said, "It's that freshman, the one who works for the food delivery platform, the one with the Minions."
The person who asked suddenly realized, "Oh, him! That cat!"
In just a few days, the line of people signing up stretched out into the hallway.
Wu Tian and Feng Jingshi sat in the classroom for the interview from morning till night, not even having time to eat instant noodles.
Song Huan breathed a sigh of relief.
With Zhou Qing's endorsement, the core technology team is no longer a problem.
The second and third-year students, holding their resumes, sat in the interview chairs, each one more serious than the last.
When Song Huan came out of the conference room, the corridor was quiet.
He put his hands in his pockets and walked towards the stairwell.
I heard hurried footsteps behind me.
"Song Huan".
He stopped.
Zhou Jin stood in the corridor with a smile on his face.
It wasn't the condescending "I'm your counselor" attitude of before; it was a different kind, one that was a little awkward.
He rubbed his hands together. "Song Huan, you've done a really good job on this project. I've told the department before that you're a student with ideas."
He paused for a moment, then said, "Um... do you need any more people? I'm not busy right now, so I can help you connect with resources."
Song Huan looked at him.
When he went to present his project, Zhou Qing said in his office, "The department does not support this kind of commercial entrepreneurship. Don't bother. Studying hard is the right thing to do."
When Zhou Qing was scolding himself, he stood beside him with a teacup in his hand and said, "Failing the course is not worth it."
Now he rubbed his hands together, his face showing humility and ingratiation.
Song Huan smiled and said, "Teacher Zhou, you're too kind. You're such a busy person, how could we possibly take up your time with such a small project like ours?"
He turned around and walked towards the stairwell.
Zhou Jin's face immediately turned ugly.
After taking a couple of steps, Song Huan stopped again. "By the way, Teacher Zhou, the office at the startup incubation base was specially approved by Director Li. Principal Chen said that if you have any difficulties, you can contact him directly. If you have any resources you'd like to connect with, I'll have Miqin schedule a time with you. You should have her phone number; if not, you can just ask anyone."
He started walking down the stairs, his footsteps fading into the distance.
Zhou Jin stood in the corridor.
The smile was still on his face, but it had frozen.
He stood there, the sunlight shining on him, the corridor empty.
Zhou Jin finally realized that the freshman who sat in the last row yawning on the first day of school was no longer under his jurisdiction.