Dormitory 401.
Hao Yun, who was sitting at the table and brushing the PPT copied from the professor, suddenly heard a long sigh from above his head.
"Hey, time flies by so fast. The afternoon is almost over in a blink of an eye."
Zhu Kening, who was sitting at the table, raised his head.
"Are you playing a fast tone?"
Upon hearing this, Zheng Xueqian, who was lying on the bed, immediately stuck his head out from the bed curtain.
"What the hell? How did you know that?"
"Hahaha, I was doing this stuff just now... an hour passed without saying a word." As he spoke, Zhu Kening sighed, "MMP, it took me almost an afternoon to change the outline of this meeting. Let’s make a beginning… Uninstall it, uninstall it, this thing wastes so much time.”
"I think so too," Liang Ziyuan, who had been silent, nodded and said, "Sometimes I just brush it off and the whole day has passed before I know it."
Playing fast sounds is such a waste of time.
The three people seemed to have reached a consensus on this issue. After looking at each other, they nodded in unison.
Originally, Hao Yun didn't want to participate in this topic, but after listening for a while, he couldn't stand it anymore, so he coughed and said.
"You should stop it in moderation. This is just a pastime. Don't get too addicted."
Seeing these guys addicted to the software developed by his company, Hao Yun suddenly felt a sense of guilt in his heart.
The potential of these guys is almost the strongest among all the people I have seen.
However, these "pillars" with great future, who should have been sweating it out on the land of youth, are becoming more and more useless one by one.
In other words, Liang Ziyuan's self-control was slightly stronger.
For a type like Lao Zheng, who doesn't know how hard to push unless others push him, Haoyun hasn't seen him moving under the bed for several days since the quick tone was activated on his phone.
Zheng Xueqian sighed and said.
"Hey, it sounds easy to say, but it's not that easy to quit."
Lao Zhu also nodded and said.
"Yes, this software is simply poisonous. You will know after you try it."
Before Hao Yun had time to speak, Zheng Xueqian, who was paralyzed on the bed next door, suddenly said thoughtfully.
"Speaking of which, Brother Yun, I feel that this software poses a considerable threat to your company's business."
Hao Yun replied casually.
"How to say?"
Zheng Xueqian said with reasonable analysis.
"Think about it, this video is so addictive that you can't stop watching it. Everyone is running to watch the short video. Who will play your game? Let's not talk about the PC version for now, at least the mobile game. I feel like I It’s been a while since I opened a mobile game.”
"I just suggest that you should acquire this company as soon as possible before it becomes big."
Hao Yun smiled and said nothing.
joke.
What you can think of, I can't think of
Short videos will definitely have an impact on the gaming business, but the trend cannot be stopped.
So when Zhang Taogang proposed developing a short video software, Hao Yun immediately got involved without saying a word.
The future entertainment methods must be diversified. Games are the core business of Yunmeng Group, but they are certainly not all.
While Hao Yun was chatting with his roommates, the phone on the table suddenly rang, and a line of unread messages flashed on the screen.
The message was from my senior sister.
The content is only three sentences, and there is an emoticon of a kitten lying on the table with its head tilted.
"It's almost time for dinner, are you free in a moment? I heard that a very good restaurant has recently opened near the school entrance. Would you like to check it out together?"
"I'll wait for you at the school gate."
"My treat."
After seeing the third line of the message, Hao Yun almost didn't hesitate and replied immediately.
"good."
Click Send.
After the message was sent, Hao Yun pushed away his chair and stood up without saying a word, then took a coat and put it on himself.
Seeing that Hao Yun seemed to be going out, Zheng Xueqian, who was sleeping, immediately lay on the edge of the bed and yelled.
"Brother Yun, are you going to the cafeteria? Bring me a meal, thank you."
"Gungun, your father won't go to the cafeteria today."
"Then where are you going?"
Hao Yun, who was squatting at the door, replied casually while putting on his shoes.
"It's probably the pedestrian street in front of the school. Anyway, there's someone treating you. I didn't ask for details. You can ask Lao Zhu for help. He will definitely go to the cafeteria soon. I'll forget it. I don't have time to help you."
"Gan, why do girls always invite you to dinner?" Zheng Xueqian looked envious and jealous.
No need to ask, he could guess with his feet that that person must be the beautiful senior girl from the music department.
Seeing Lao Zheng's envious expression, Hao Yun smiled sheepishly.
"have no idea."
"Maybe... I'm more handsome?"
After a rational analysis, it seems that this is the only possibility.
Lao Zheng: "..."
Lao Zhu: “…”
Lao Liang: “…”
This guy is so shameless!
The door is closed.
There were only three people left in dormitory 401.
Liang Ziyuan continued to write at his desk, writing the music score that would never be finished.
Old Zheng, who was looking up at the ceiling, suddenly called out.
"Order takeout, it's so boring."
"Take me... where should we eat today?" Zhu Kening threw away the pen in his hand and pulled out a stack of flyers from the grid on one side.
This is printed by the takeaway merchants in the pedestrian street near the school. It has a menu and a phone number printed on it. If you want to eat something, just call and someone will deliver it to you soon.
Because those who deliver meals are usually students, the dormitory doormen will not stop them.
Before, Lao Zheng also worked part-time as an errand boy, delivering food to a braised pork rice bowl restaurant and responsible for the men's dormitory.
That store was opened by a senior who had just graduated and didn’t understand the market. At that time, the salary offered to Lao Zheng was one yuan for each delivery. During that time, Lao Zheng was running almost every day, delivering more than a dozen deliveries at a time, and the business was completed every month. It cost almost 4,000 yuan.
Later, after the store had been operating for a period of time, perhaps because he understood the market situation, he usually hired a college student to deliver food part-time. It was enough to pay him 1,000 to 1,500 including food and accommodation, so the unit price for him was reduced to 5 per order. Mao, they are still fined at every turn.
Lao Zheng found it boring, so he quit and returned to a salty college life.
"Lao Liang, do you want to place an order too? Three orders will be given free of charge, and there will be an egg in the lunch box."
Liang Ziyuan glanced sideways at Lao Zhu, looked at the list of braised pork rice bowls in his hand, and couldn't help but complain.
"Don't you get tired of rice bowls every day?"
If he remembered correctly, it was the same thing yesterday and the day before yesterday.
"There's nothing you can do about it. If you can only have lunch boxes delivered to your door, don't choose. You can't let someone send a chicken pot or hot pot to your dormitory."
Liang Ziyuan: "... I really think these merchants can develop takeout in this area."
Zheng Xueqian sighed.
"I also think... you said it would be great if there was an APP like that. You can place an order directly on your mobile phone and have someone run errands to help you buy it."
Zhu Kening said with a smile.
"Your idea is quite interesting. How about you develop one yourself?"
"How can I do that..." Zheng Xueqian smiled sarcastically and turned over on his bed.
Liang Ziyuan suddenly said.
"How do you know it won't work even if you haven't tried it? What if it becomes popular?"
Zhu Kening nodded and said with a smile.
"I think Comrade Lao Liang is right. Look at Brother Yun, he looked ordinary when he first came to our dormitory. But within two months, he was so awesome that I almost couldn't understand how he pretended to be. Be more confident, your programming skills are still good."
"How can such a program be written by just one person?" Zheng Xueqian sweated.
Liang Ziyuan and Zhu Kening no longer encouraged him.
To be honest, those words were half encouragement and half ridicule.
After all, there are too few examples like Brother Yun. Even if you have superhuman courage, execution and ability at the same time, you still have to add a little bit of luck to achieve the same achievements as him.
In other words, that guy's success cannot be replicated, so they are not very envious.
As for Lao Zheng…
Although his grades are indeed good and he has some programming skills, he is still far behind that guy.
If Lao Zheng suddenly said that he wanted to start a business in a serious tone that day, Zhu Kening felt that as his roommate and good brother, he would be more likely to give him some advice rather than encourage him.
However, at this moment, what the two people sitting below the dormitory did not notice was that Zheng Xueqian, who was lying on the upper bunk, did have a huge wave of more than ten meters high in his heart.
Develop a software that runs errands and delivers food...
This sounds like something is going on.
Having worked part-time as a takeout delivery guy before, he knows very well how many people order takeout every day.
Even if we don’t talk about the distance, if we only meet the needs of Jiangcheng University’s men’s dormitory, I’m afraid it will be a big market...