vstars Chapter 12 The King's Bomb
Chapter 12 The King's Bomb
The next day, Huang Yiliang didn't dare go to the Beijing Dance Academy again.
Although the girls were very enthusiastic
Although the young ladies are all very generous.
You should know that students from the Communication University of China and Beijing Film Academy almost always ask for change, while the girls from Beijing Dance Academy usually just throw down 800 yuan.
However, not everyone can accept the request that they leave a kiss after throwing money at you.
At least an upright young man like Huang Yiliang couldn't accept it.
Peking University.
Huang Yiliang stood with his hands in his pockets, looking up at the gate of Peking University with a disdainful gaze.
"Are you done filming?" Huang Yiliang's neck was a little sore from being stiff.
"Filmed, Brother Liang!"
"I took more than a dozen photos in a row."
The person speaking is called Wang Zha, and he's Yi Ran's cousin.
Clearly, there are talented people in Yi Ran's family, at least some geniuses at naming things.
"Wang Zha" is a classic example of the phenomenon of people who migrate to Beijing for work.
In 1998, after graduating from high school, I had only three hundred yuan in my pocket, yet I dared to travel from Yunnan to Beijing.
However, even Wu Sangui couldn't accomplish this back then, so the "royal flush" strategy naturally failed.
Six months later, this guy couldn't afford the rent and ended up living in a shared dormitory.
In order to survive in the capital
He used to work as a waiter.
I've worked as a porter.
I've worked as a cleaner.
I've done odd jobs on construction sites.
He has worked as a security guard, cook, welder, and even a hairdresser.
He's never slept with a female college student.
So when he heard that he was going to Peking University, he was incredibly excited.
He styled his hair early in the morning and wore the handsome clothes he supposedly wore for a blind date.
"Brother Liang, it's my turn. Make sure the photo looks good on me." Wang Zha smoothed his spiky hair.
Huang Yiliang didn't care whether the lens was in focus or not; he just kept pressing the shutter button on the person. Wang Zha seemed to be possessed by a ghost, constantly twisting his body and changing poses in response to the sound of the shutter.
"Brother Liang, you filmed that way way too fast."
Wang Zha took the camera from Huang Yiliang and excitedly examined the photos.
"Uh—!" Even someone as explosive and avant-garde as Wang Zha had a hard time commenting on Huang Yiliang's photography skills.
Huang Yiliang's phone rang.
"Hey! Sister Feifei, I'm at your school gate."
What does the entrance look like?
"It looks a bit like a temple, but it seems like cars can't drive in."
"Oh! This is the West Gate. I need to drive to the East Gate. Okay, I'll be right there."
Huang Yiliang's first impression of Peking University was not good.
The female classmate was too plain-looking; it was a failure.
The female student's clothes were also rather outdated and not fashionable at all; it was a complete failure.
"Huh?! Why are all the students female?"
Wang Zha sat in the passenger seat and curiously turned to look at Huang Yiliang, as it was his first time riding in a private car.
"What do you think?" Huang Yiliang said irritably.
"Oh—!" Wang Zha exclaimed with admiration.
Actually, this guy had no idea what Huang Yiliang was saying, but he was very competent at providing emotional value to his boss.
"I heard from Yi Ran that you used to work in the atmosphere group of the TV station's program department?" Huang Yiliang asked while waiting at a traffic light.
Peking University is bigger than I imagined. We've been driving for quite a while and still haven't seen the East Gate.
"Yes, I worked as a shill for the show. It was 40 yuan a day, including a boxed lunch. When they gestured for us to laugh, we laughed loudly; when they told us to cry, we cried in front of the camera." Wang Zha paused for a moment before nodding.
This was the first time he had ever heard of the term "atmosphere team," and it instantly made the job seem much more prestigious.
"Do you really know my dad?" Huang Yiliang asked.
Wang Zha immediately sat up straight.
"Yes! During the quarantine last year, the station was short-staffed. When I was doing odd jobs for the production department, I helped Uncle Dong move props several times. Uncle Dong even gave me a pack of cigarettes, Hongtashan brand."
Huang Yiliang nodded.
Huang Haidong was in charge of post-production editing and sound processing at the TV station, which is indeed part of the production department.
We finally arrived at the East Gate.
At that time, Peking University was still open to the public. Huang Yiliang registered his name and drove his car in.
Huang Yiliang was already very skilled at selling MP3 players, but students from Peking University were just different from students from other schools.
They are more quick-witted and have stronger practical skills.
Huang Yiliang had barely set up the popGG sign and placed the demo units on the ground when students posted photos of them on the school forum.
Before long, there were dozens of replies about the MP3 player's features, price, and user experience.
It's important to know that Peking University is right next to Zhongguancun. If these students are willing to put in the effort, they can definitely find out the bottom price of that digital product.
It's a pity that Huang Yiliang got the factory price.
After comparing various prices, Peking University students found that Huang Yiliang's selling price was still about 150 yuan cheaper than the lowest retail price on the market.
This incredibly low bargain price immediately caused a sensation on the school's forum.
"Brother, why can you sell MP3 players of the same specifications at such a low price here?" a shrewd-looking student with glasses asked.
"Oh—! It's like this, the distributor ran off with his beautiful sister-in-law and the money. Our boss couldn't get the money back, so he had to take the goods from his warehouse to pay off the debt." Wang Zha's expression shifted between envy and anger, but his main focus was on investment.
This guy truly lives up to his reputation as a member of the TV station's atmosphere team; his acting skills are more than adequate. Huang Yiliang only showed him his sales script once, and he not only memorized the lines but also improvised them himself.
The Peking University students listened in stunned silence. These kinds of stories with a touch of color were the most interesting. If it weren't for the female classmates next to them, some of the lewd guys would have even wanted Wang Zha to elaborate on how beautiful his sister-in-law was.
"Because we've never sold anything before, and we don't have a shop, our prices are naturally cheaper."
"But we don't have an invoice either."
Wang Zha's words silenced some students who wanted to get a cheaper price without an invoice.
"What about after-sales service? Who do I contact if the machine malfunctions?"
"Contact the manufacturer. There's a warranty card inside the packaging box, with the manufacturer's address and contact number on it."
"Actually, when you buy digital products in stores, the merchants also send them back to the manufacturer for repair."
"Brother, I just called a few merchants selling the same product, and they said that the brand controls the retail price of this MP3 player to no less than 398 yuan per unit. Aren't you breaking the law?"
Wang Zha was stunned and subconsciously looked at Huang Yiliang.
He really doesn't understand what price control means. Can't things be sold too cheaply? What kind of logic is that?
In fact, some quick-witted students at the scene had already figured out that Huang Yiliang was the boss.
"We sell them for 398 yuan each, but it's a buy-two-get-one-free deal. The free one is a friendly gift, and you can choose not to accept it. I'd really appreciate it if you could accept it."
Huang Yiliang, who had been squatting under the shade of a tree smoking, had no choice but to put out his cigarette and stand up.
He doesn't believe in price control at all; even ten years from now, it will be very difficult to control the price of digital products.
"Oh right, you don't have to accept the free one. For everyone who doesn't want it, I'll treat you to water," Wang Zha immediately chimed in.
All the students rolled their eyes.
Are you crazy?! Drinking one of your bottles of water costs me a 398 yuan MP3 player.
Soon, many students who had formed groups of three paid and picked up their goods.
Of course, a considerable number of students are waiting and watching, feeling that something must be fishy about such a low price.
Huang Yiliang didn't do any pre-orders at Peking University; you could get the goods just by paying on-site.
The morning's shipments were fairly normal. Huang Yiliang even went to the library for a stroll, leaving the entire sales process to Wang Zha alone.
Even the most composed students couldn't resist after a morning of investigation and real-time price comparisons.
With such incredibly low prices, issues like invoices, service, and after-sales support become irrelevant.
In the afternoon, the volume of shipments became terrifying.
It's almost as if they planned it all along.
Many of these students purchase goods as a class unit.
They would take twenty or thirty units at a time.
One chubby jerk even took ninety units at once.
This immediately caught Huang Yiliang's attention.
"Come here for a second, what are you doing with so much stuff?" Huang Yiliang pulled the fat man aside.
"That's none of your business!" the fat man said defiantly.
"None of your business. I can choose not to sell to you. Anyway, I'm sure I can sell them all today," Huang Yiliang said calmly with a smile.
Today, not only was the inventory cleared out, but there wasn't even enough to go around. It's true that the smarter people are, the more they love to take advantage of others.
Although we sold a lot of goods at the Beijing Dance Academy yesterday, many of the girls who placed pre-orders were buying because of Lin Xiaotong.
These pretty young ladies aren't really that sensitive to a price difference of a hundred yuan or so.
Of course, some girls were attracted to Huang Yiliang because he was handsome, had a pleasant voice, and was muscular.
The above paragraph represents Huang Yiliang's own thoughts.
"I have my own sales channels," the fat man stammered.
"Then we'll just be middlemen!" Huang Yiliang patted the fat man on the shoulder. "Let's exchange phone numbers."
The fat man immediately asked warily, "You don't still have any stock, do you?"
If Huang Yiliang still has a large amount of stock, then this middleman is in danger.
"That's all. Today is the first day and the last day. I just thought you were a talented person and wanted to make friends," Huang Yiliang said irritably.
"That's good!"
The fat man breathed a sigh of relief and laughed, "Actually, you can't affect me. If I dared to sell it at Peking University for more than you, I would definitely be cursed to death. If I sell it at Tsinghua University, everyone in our school will praise me."
"My name is Li Er. What's your name, brother?"
Li Er? Why don't you call yourself Li Shimin?
Huang Yiliang looked at the fat man suspiciously: "My name is Huang Yiliang. If you're going to give me face, call me Brother Liang."
"It has to be Brother Liang! Brother Liang, please take good care of me." Li Er warmly shook Huang Yiliang's hand.
Huang Yiliang withdrew his hand without making a sound.
Is this fat guy gay?
"You're ordering ninety items at once? Do you, as a student, have that much money?"
"Yes—" The chubby boy readily pulled out his bank card.
Damn, so he's a second-generation dog.
With your wealth, why are you acting as a middleman? Aren't you afraid of embarrassing the rich kids?