Confess That You Don't Accept It, I Change My Mind, Why Are You Crying?

"Mr. Yang, the one you mentioned... is actually the number of homepage views..."

"What do you mean?"

"In other words, our homepage advertisement has been viewed 100 million times so far."

Yang Mingkun was silent for a while: "Did 100 million people see it? That's amazing too."

The explainer coughed: "People are not people."

"What is not a person?"

"For example, if I accidentally clicked on this ad twice, it counts as two times, but what I actually saw was one person."

Yang Mingkun let out a hehe, his expression a bit unstoppable: "Then... what about the number of orders that were traded?"

The explainer raised his head slightly: "The bright yellow data on the top is the number of orders that were traded."

"..."

Everyone raised their heads when they heard the sound, and looked at the data at the top.

A bright Arabic numeral 5 is very dazzling.

"Only five? How come there are only five?!"

"This is normal, because consumers will have a period of hesitation before buying. Our activity has just begun, and it is normal to have a small number of orders."

"So that's how it is..."

Yang Mingkun sat back on the chair silently, picked up his cup and took a sip of tea.

It's okay, a misunderstanding.

As long as you don't feel embarrassed, it's others who are embarrassed.

At this moment, Jiang Zhou couldn't help but smacked his lips.

He really couldn't bear the tense atmosphere of surprise.

It was like dismantling a bomb, and my heart was terrified.

So he put down his teacup and prepared to take a walk outside.

But just as he stood up, a slender white hand suddenly grabbed the corner of her clothes.

"You... where are you going?"

Jiang Zhou turned his head in surprise, and found that Ji Zihan was sweating nervously: "I'm so nervous, I'm going to go out to get some air."

Ji Zihan pursed her dry lips (agdd): "Let's go later, I'm even more nervous when you leave."

"..."

Are you nervous about my business?

You are still nervous about getting married and entering the bridal chamber.

Let me stay and observe if I have the ability.

But when the words came to his lips, Jiang Zhou didn't say them.

Instead, it was replaced by another sentence.

"It's okay to let me stay, you let me touch the Buddha?"

Ji Zihan was silent for a while, and finally bit his lower lip lightly: "Okay, I will touch it for you in the evening."

Jiang Zhou was dumbfounded for a while, thinking she hadn't heard clearly, so he repeated: "I said touch the Buddha for me."

"Well, I told you to touch it, don't go out."

"..."

As for it?

He was so nervous that he could touch the Buddha?

Jiang Zhou opened his mouth, then subconsciously glanced at Feng Yue next to him.

There are three seats in the first row.

He sat in the middle, Feng Yue was on the left, and Ji Zihan was on the right.

The two of them were almost sweating together, and their foreheads were all glistening with water.

The reason why Ji Zihan was nervous was because this was her first move to join the Jumei project.

If it is played off, it will definitely become a negative teaching material for the whole industry in the future.

The reason why Feng Yue was nervous was because most of his net worth had been invested in it.

If it fails, the entire Fit may not survive.

But this is not the worst.

The worst thing is that if he plays Fit to death, then the hope of inheriting the Feng family will be slim.

It's not much better than gambling.

Just like Schrödinger's cat, whether it is dead or alive is unknown.

Jiang Zhou sat back on his chair and waved to the opposite side.

Soon, a girl in a short skirt came over with a teapot.

She poured Jiang Zhou a glass of water and looked at him with complicated eyes.

"Have you been fined again recently?"

"No... no."

Jiang Zhou nodded: "How is old Yantou? I've been too busy recently, so I don't have time to see him."

Yan Weiwei showed a smile: "The body is pretty good, but I had a fight with my aunt a few days ago."

"Why are you arguing?"

"I heard it was because of text messages or something, I don't know."

After Jiang Zhou heard this, his heart trembled.

Damn, Director Chen is still sending text messages to Lao Yan, right?

The writing is the same as the love letter of a Huaichun girl.

If this is seen, it will be strange if he is not killed.

At the same time, seeing that she had nothing to say, Yan Weiwei quietly backed away.

"Wei Wei, isn't that the CEO of Xingzhou? You actually know him?"

"No... I don't know, how could I know such a character."

"I thought you knew each other. I was shocked just now."

"I went over to pour tea, and you are too good at guessing."

"That's right, how could grassroots employees like us know such a big boss."

Yan Weiwei smiled lightly when he heard what his colleague said.

But there was a lot of loneliness in this smile.

She couldn't help looking at Jiang Zhou, and sighed slightly in her heart.

It turns out that the person who has eyes but does not know Mount Tai is talking about himself.

She remembered her outbursts last year.

Can't help but feel like a world away.

Where did I get the courage to speak rudely to a person of this level?

He sat side by side with the president of the company, and he even looked impatient.

Chapter 300 For every [-] consumers, [-] will buy fake products

After a long while, the transaction data finally started to rise.

Although the pace is slow, it is still a relief.

Feng Yue's complexion gradually became better.

Ji Zihan's tense ~ nerves also slowly loosened.

The tense atmosphere in the hall finally eased somewhat.

Although there is no explosive order growth.

But the current momentum is still good.

The trading volume in the previous hour was only more than 20.

But in the second hour there were already more than 100.

This shows that many consumers have successfully passed the hesitation period.

"At the current time, there are not many people shopping online, and the real peak period will be at night."

Ji Zihan nodded: "I know."

Jiang Zhou turned his head slightly: "So you don't have to watch so closely."

"But I can't see the data, and I always feel uneasy."

"How about finding a room and I'll let you relax?"

Ji Zihan spat secretly: "Is Mr. Jiang not nervous at all?"

Jiang Zhou shook his head: "It's useless to be nervous, the public will not follow the businessman's will."

"What if it fails?"

"Send two wreaths to Mr. Feng as a token of respect."

Jiang Zhou was talking, and glanced at Feng Yue who was sitting on the other side.

The old fox is now holding a handkerchief and wiping his sweat from time to time.