reprieve

In the next few days, Sui Ran became obsessed with preparing for the exam and couldn't extricate herself.

When she really settled down to understand—not to the extent of delving into it—she realized that some things were not as difficult and complicated as she had thought.

Among the books sent by Huai’an, there is a book dedicated to angel investment, which is easy to understand: although angel investment has the title of angel, it is essentially a gambling game seeking high returns.

It is mentioned in the book that the annual rate of return of general compound investment for individuals/family is 7%-12% (excluding real estate such as shops and residential investment) - which is still high.

The average return rate of angel investment is 20%, and the highest can reach [-] times-of course, it is only a very rare case.But to some extent, it once again proves that there is no such thing as a free lunch. [Note]

Ideally, the relationship between the investor and the entrepreneur is mutually beneficial. The early investor provides financial resource support, and the company will develop in two to five years, and it will also give investors rich returns.

After reading this book, Sui Ran felt that he understood why Huai'an wanted to invest in Mr. Wei.Investment in any name is not charity, and Mr. Huai also depends on the return of the project.

The next thing to do is to rely on Mr. Wei's project to the standard answer, at least to give Mr. Huai the possibility of seeing a return.

However, ideals are always ideals, and reality often strikes people in the head from various tricky angles.

"Why did you choose this project?" Sui Ran asked Mr. Wei with the questions listed in "How to Impress Investors".

"I just... want to do it." Mr. Wei pushed his glasses.

He may have encountered setbacks. When Sui Ran entered the door, he saw him turning around in the room. The sweat on his forehead and the trajectory of his actions merged into a capital "irritability".

Sui Ran wanted to cool Mr. Geek down, or tell him not to turn it on, the more it turns the hotter it gets.

She resisted the urge to give Mr. Wei a frozen water bottle, and asked again based on the actual situation: "Mr. Wei, why did you build this system?"

"How can there be so many reasons?" Mr. Wei growled in a low voice, and then realized that he had lost his composure, and sat down on the case, buttoning the labor gloves on his hands.

Sui Ran said calmly: "I'm helping you, Mr. Wei, I want to help you. But I need your cooperation."

"Yes, I'm sorry." Mr. Wei apologized modestly.

Sui Ran still handed him a bottle of ice water.

"I've done something else."

Mr. Wei took the water bottle back and forth, and finally put it down, looking at a computer case that was constantly flashing red.

"I entered the research center before I graduated. We—my former colleagues and I—we developed intelligent production lines, and the benefits were very high. We also received a lot of bonuses in those years. Later, I discovered that intelligent production lines only The factory can afford it. The big factory has been upgraded, and the small factory that used to make similar equipment has closed down. My dad’s factory was squeezed out by the big factory. Then I think, since I can make a big production line for the big factory, Can you make small production machines for small factories, the cost is not so high."

Sui Ran tried hard to understand, and then asked cautiously: "So your system is applied...to be used as a machine?"

Mr. Wei stared at her with strange and compassionate eyes, and was silent for a while.

Sui Ran's heart was fluttering, and he thought for a moment: Excuse me, let me take my leave.

"I can't say, I think..."

Mr. Wei made a swallowing movement, which was very difficult. He took off half of his gloves and rubbed his palms vigorously.

"I think it's like this: the system allows large companies to do large-scale planning, application platforms, and production machines. Then small companies and even individuals use machines to customize. Ali's e-commerce platform is like this. It was originally made by factories. Now, as long as someone needs it, it can be customized. It takes a day or two by hand, and a machine can produce [-] pieces in an hour. Then you think, create a new customizable transaction space, and large enterprises can solve large frameworks and fine-tune Classify small businesses and individuals to make parts, so that big companies don’t have to take care of everything, and small businesses and individuals also have their own living space. That’s it.”

Sui Ran wanted to sort out the relationship, but her mind seemed to be filled with messy threads, and she couldn't find a clue.

The flow of things is one aspect, but what Mr. Wei said...

No matter how she thinks, it seems that Mr. Wei's system itself needs to have a basic supporting system, that is, a business platform that is more in line with the operating environment of his system-like the birth of a certain treasure, and then expand new market areas based on this platform.

Optimistically, it is also possible that the market has formed, but she does not yet understand it.

She didn't know whether her understanding was correct, so she asked Mr. Wei: "Then do you focus on the system platform or the machine?"

"It's not a system, it's not a platform, it's not a machine, it's a person." Mr. Wei smiled wryly, his eyes became more and more intense, and he could be called fanatical. He said one sentence at a time, "Cyberspace is not a panacea. The Internet can help people buy clothes. Teach people to make clothes, but the Internet itself can’t make clothes. Maybe it can. But it can’t grow cotton, harvest cotton, weave cloth, or cut it. Maybe it can. The Internet can’t help people eat or grow rice. The final foothold It’s still offline. Not everyone can live by code, and people can’t simply live by a bunch of algorithms and program systems. In the future, it can, but now, it can’t.”

Mr. Wei's words were confusing, but Sui Ran understood.miraculously.egotistical.

A certain type of science fiction is keen to set the social background in the distant future where "humans don't need to work, and robots do everything", and then talk about the contradiction between humans and intelligent machines.

Few authors describe in a more subtle but more realistic direction (of course science fiction also has reality mapping). For example, if the work is done by robots, what do humans do, and where do humans get paid to pay for using robots?

This is a paradox.

It is a deep-seated social contradiction.

"People" rely on selling labor force in exchange for the necessities of life, "people" hope that life will be more convenient, and "people" hope to reduce cheap labor.

The subjects are people.

But the splitting of people who write one stroke and one stroke is also an independent individual.

"People" need to live and eat.

"People" need work to realize their self-worth.

Some people are struggling on the line of food and clothing, and some people subjectively or non-subjectively kick others out of the line of survival in the process of pursuing and realizing self-worth.

Similar situations have already occurred in some places.

Some industries have begun to exaggerate the "artificial intelligence" crisis.

When cheap and efficient mechanical productivity appears, capitalists will not hesitate to give up relatively inefficient and expensive manpower. What about the huge number of people who rely solely on manual labor for survival?

Will the big capitalists who advocate technological innovation and revolution think about the working population?

No.

When they emphasize that technology promotes productivity, they weaken the "sacrifice" of one or more groups, and to put it bluntly, ignore these groups.

They don't report to the board how much cost will be reduced by applying new technology, and at the same time disclose to the public how many jobs will be lost and how many people will lose their jobs.

Technology may be cold and lack humanistic care, but the people who invent it have it.

People who invent technology have humanistic care, so is there a social environment controlled and guided by monopoly oligarchs?

"I used to be in the high-tech incubator, the one in the high-tech park... Manager Sui should know. When I went in, I was guided by experts-shit experts-they said early in the morning that I was whimsical and that this thing couldn't be done at all. I did it. I came out to show them, and they said, no, the market doesn’t need it. Later, I developed an algorithm, and they asked me to sell it to my original company. I didn’t want to sell it. I think the thing is not ready yet. ... I have a partner. My classmate. He introduced me to the incubator, and he sold it. It has nothing to do with me. I am in my thirties, and I also graduated from a prestigious university. My mom's pension buys equipment, eats."

Sui Ran was a little desperate when he left Mr. Wei's office.

It's hard to describe this feeling concretely.

It's really tough.

It's like pedestrians waiting for an endless red light at an intersection where traffic is coming and going.

Finally, the red light turns to amber, you are ready to go, and then——

"Click", the green light is only one second.

There are endless fast vehicles, but no one is willing to stop and wait for pedestrians to cross the road—and the key point is that not all drivers are unwilling to wait, but that the signal lights facing pedestrians continue to be red, and there is no chance for vehicles to pass. The signal light facing you remains green, and you cannot affect the passage of other vehicles. Forcing courtesy is very likely to cause a car accident.

Is it a traffic lights problem?

maybe.

That night, Sui Ran tossed and turned in bed, still unable to figure out how to write a proposal.

The meaning of Huai’an’s day was very clear. Mr. Wei’s project was painting cakes, but she could provide a piece of paper for painting cakes.

Sui Ran originally thought that if he worked hard to discuss with Mr. Wei, at least he could discuss whether the cake was pizza or sesame biscuits, but it turned out that Mr. Geek was not only drawing cakes, he was still riding a rocket to draw cakes in the sky.

The more Sui Ran thought about it, the more desperate she became.

How the hell does she keep going?

She sent Mr. Hai a message, wrote a long list incoherently, and then remembered that Haicheng should be asleep in the middle of the night, and silently withdrew one by one. The first few messages could not be retracted after timeout. She broke the jar and said, "It's okay , Hai always ignores me."

Mr. Hai replied in seconds: "Community animals that sell cabbage are more concerned about the country and the people than those who sell white/powder [白眼]"

Then there are a few voices:

"Both of them didn't look for someone else to look for you. Let's say it's fate. You just met. In other words, it's your recognition and trust, and I think you can play a certain role in the middle.

"But do they really want you to do this perfectly? Do you have [-] billion to invest in your client? Can you help your client build a team to meet President Huai's investment requirements?

"When you are struggling, it's better to think about what your job is. You are not a savior. Just do what you can and it will be over."

……

Or why Hai is always one of the few senior lecturers in Zhaoyue, and he can't figure out the simple truth by himself. Mr. Hai puts a suitable context, and can achieve the effect of enlightenment in a few words.

Responsibility matches ability. The greater the ability, the greater the responsibility. If the ability is not enough to save the world, then do your job well first.

Sui Ran decided to let go of Mr. Wei's project for the time being, and honestly go to the market to develop clues.

........................

There was one week left at the longest and one day left at the shortest, Sui Ran received a strange call on the subway.

"Hello, Manager Sui from Zhaoyue?" There was a warm-sounding female voice over there.

"Yes. Are you...?"

"Oh, a colleague has worked with you before and introduced me. I heard that you have returned to Zhaoyue. I want to find a venue here. Does Manager Sui have time to recommend some for me?"

"Yes." Sui Ran cheered up, "Where is your area of ​​interest?"

After Mr. Wei, Wang Wei hasn't shared any new clues. Maybe she will be transferred to Hai Cheng's team sooner or later, so she is directly thrown into the cold palace.

Because of this, she just let herself get into the horns.

"Ah, Jae Jin...Technology..."

The person on the other side spoke intermittently, and it might be because the subway signal is not good. Sui Ran was worried that the communication between the two would fail, and asked, "Can I add your WeChat account? I'm on the subway, and there will be no signal later."

The other party added her on WeChat, and her personal nickname should be her real name, Yang Lin.

Sui Ran asked a few basic questions.

Then I learned that Ms. Yang Lin is also in the financial industry.

Sui Ran wondered in her heart, should she consider moving from the financial center to the Technology Valley to absorb the "technological atmosphere" there? Four years ago, she had more deals in the Technology Valley, and it stands to reason that the repeat customers she should receive should be It's also mostly technology.

Thinking so, Ms. Yang proposed to meet and discuss in detail, Sui Ran agreed without hesitation.

The two met at Century Plaza, where the rail transportation is convenient. Ms. Yang said: "I want to put the office space in the Science and Technology Valley, and the future business focus will be there."

Sui Ran proposed to go directly to the Science and Technology Valley, and Ms. Yang had no objection.

Ms. Yang looks like she is in her early 30s, and her gestures and gestures reveal the capable and sassy career women and the unique affinity of women. However, after being in contact with her for a while, Sui Ran feels that she is too springy.

Speaking of serving as a service provider, consultants solve problems for customers, and some well-educated customers respect consultants and are polite and polite.

But this Ms. Yang was very enthusiastic.

Sui Ran had a faint feeling, as if she was more interested in herself than in business content.

Although Ms. Yang didn't directly ask about Sui Ran's personal information, she would ask: "What type of customers does Manager Sui usually have? Did you have a deep impression during the contact process?"——and then added, " This is my first time doing this, I don’t know what your industry practices are, so I won’t offend you, right? Haha.”

Quite a deliberate "haha".

The two got off the subway and passed a convenience store when Sui Ran's cell phone rang.

She looked at "Huai'an" on the screen, then looked at Ms. Yang, and noticed that the other person's eyes also slipped by inadvertently.

The two met, and Ms. Yang pointed to the convenience store, "I'm going to buy a bottle of drink."

Sui Ran took it, "President Huai."

"I'm going back to Haicheng tomorrow." Huai'an said, "How about the plan?"

Sui Ran paused, partly because she put it on hold temporarily, and partly because Ms. Yang went back and forth, and asked enthusiastically, "I forgot to ask Manager Sui, what do you want to drink?"

"Oh, no, no need." Sui Ran turned slightly sideways, keeping the microphone away from Ms. Yang who was too close.

Huai'an immediately asked, "Is it convenient for Manager Sui to answer the phone?"

Sui Ran hesitated, "Yes. Can I call you later?"

Huai An was very considerate, "Okay."

Ms. Yang also asked: "How about sparkling water?"

Sui Ran then said, "Let's go and have a look together."

Entering the convenience store, Ms. Yang chose a bottle of sparkling water and took out her mobile phone to read the information.

After a quick glance at the screen, she handed the drink to Sui Ran, and said, "I'll make a call, Manager Sui will settle the bill for me, and I'll send you a WeChat message later."

"Ok."

Sui Ran went to the counter, there were not many people in the convenience store, and the voice came to her ears intermittently.

"I'm here to do business. Find a venue."

Ms. Yang was talking to the person on the other side of the phone, and she glanced at Sui Ran meaningfully, it was that gaze that attracted Sui Ran, allowing her to hear the last sentence——

"Meet the cutie by the way."