HCB Chapter 317 Layout
Chapter 317 Layout
Song Huan had visited the location of the startup incubation base the day she received the keys.
It's just behind the student dormitory building, across a small square, a five-minute walk away.
On the first floor, a newly made sign hangs at the entrance: "Key Entrepreneurial Project Supported by the University: Nanjiang University Town Smart Food Delivery Platform".
Pushing open the door, the space was more than twice the size of the studio.
The two rooms were combined, with one side being an open workspace that can accommodate more than a dozen tables.
The other side was divided into several small offices and a meeting room.
The walls were freshly painted, the lights were newly installed, and the floor tiles were polished to a shine.
The window faces the cafeteria, and you can smell the aroma of braised pork.
The personnel arranged by the school have also arrived one after another.
Wang Jianye brought in a team of six business school students, all girls, to handle ground promotion, statistics, customer service, and order registration.
On the computer science department side, Director Li coordinated the selection of eight students to be responsible for front-end pages, simple interfaces, testing, and entering merchant information.
Both sides' staff were temporarily assigned, working on their schedules and coming over to do work when they didn't have classes.
The equipment was cobbled together from various departments, including discarded old computers, extra desks from the academic affairs office, and chairs replaced by the library. By piecing together these materials, the workstations were filled.
The eight male students from the Computer Science Department were the first to arrive.
Song Huan stood at the door, watching them walk over from the dormitory area carrying computer towers, monitors, and network cables.
They were all wearing large T-shirts, athletic shorts, and some were even wearing slippers.
He took out cigarettes and offered one to each of them.
Several boys took it and tucked it behind their ears, their initial awkwardness dissipating.
"Salaries are paid monthly, consisting of a base salary plus performance-based pay. Higher performance pay means better front-end development skills, more stable API implementation, and more accurate merchant information entry."
He briefly explained the salary plan, "If you have any questions, just contact Feng Jingshi. He is the technical lead at the university."
Several boys nodded. They were all computer science students and had naturally heard of Feng Jingshi's reputation, so they had no objections.
One of the guys with a buzz cut took the cigarette off his ear, put it in his mouth, and asked, "Junior, when do we start?"
Song Huan pointed to the row of workstations by the window.
"Now."
Several people put down the equipment and started moving tables, arranging network cables, and setting up computers.
The sound of keyboards clicking and clattering filled the air.
The six girls from the business school arrived a little later.
They walked over from the administration building, carrying notebooks and folders, and stood at the door, peering inside.
Seeing the room full of boys and the messy internet cables, the group looked at each other and hesitated.
Song Huan stood inside, watching them.
To be honest, he didn't know how to get closer to these girls.
Computer science students are easy to deal with. Just give them a few cigarettes, chat about games, explain their salary and benefits, and they'll all be assigned to work.
Girls are different.
He didn't know what they were thinking, nor did he know how to start a conversation.
Just as I was hesitating, a girl stepped out from the crowd.
He's not very tall, just over 1.6 meters.
Wearing a plain-colored knitted cardigan and black-rimmed glasses, she looked quite cute.
She took a step forward. "Excuse me, what exactly do we need to do here? Dean Wang only told us to come and help, but didn't say anything specific."
Song Huan looked at her and breathed a sigh of relief; finally, someone bold had appeared.
He walked to the whiteboard, picked up a marker, and drew a simple flowchart on it.
Merchants, users, and platforms—three boxes, several lines.
"Food delivery platforms are essentially bringing offline businesses online. Users order online, businesses accept orders online, and the platform handles the delivery."
He turned around and said, "You have three things to do. First, on-the-ground promotion. Go to the businesses around the school, talk to them one by one, and get them to join the platform. Second, customer service. Answer user calls, handle complaints and order cancellations. Third, data statistics. Record the daily order volume, popular merchants, and peak hours."
Several girls listened attentively.
Song Huan finished speaking and put down the marker.
The girl with glasses looked at him, her mouth slightly open, and asked, "Senior, what year are you in?"
"Freshman year".
Several girls were stunned for a moment.
The girl with glasses stared wide-eyed.
"Freshman? We're both freshmen, how come you're so amazing?"
Song Huan looked at her, surprised to find someone her own age.
However, this is even better, as there are no age barriers when communicating with peers, and one doesn't have to be formal when speaking.
He smiled. "What's your name?"
"Miqin".
Song Huan nodded.
"Miqin, from now on, you are the team leader for the business school's food delivery project. You're in charge of negotiating with those food delivery windows in the third canteen. Securing a few suppliers is fine."
Miqin's mouth was slightly agape. She never expected that she would suddenly go from a freshman to a person in charge.
A few girls nearby came over and saw it too.
Then their expressions changed from curiosity to regret, regretting that they hadn't been the ones to speak first.
Being able to take charge is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.
Michon looked up. "But... are we just going to say it like that, all dry and unhelpful? Why should people believe us?"
Song Huan turned around, picked up the whole stack of certificates from the table, and placed them in her hands.
Michon looked down.
Good guy.
The first one was stamped with the business school's red seal.
The second one was stamped with the red seal of the Polytechnic Institute.
The third document bears the red seal of the Innovation and Entrepreneurship Education Center.
The fourth one was stamped with the red seal of the school's Youth League Committee.
A stack of certificates, all bright red.
Song Huan leaned against the edge of the table, her tone indifferent. "Act first, report later—it's an imperial privilege. Take these documents and tell the businesses that this is an officially certified campus entrepreneurship project by Nanjing University, and the university will help promote all participating businesses. If they ask about fees, say it's a free trial period. If they ask about the contract, say the official version will be delivered in a few days. Secure the store first; we'll talk about the rest later."
Miqin held the stack of certificates in her arms, the red stamps reflected on her glasses.
She nodded vigorously. "I understand."
He turned around and led the girls out, walking much faster than when he came.
After sending everyone off to work, Song Huan turned around and looked at the startup incubator.
Computer science students were typing on their keyboards at the workstations by the window, and one monitor after another lit up.
The chairs in the business school were empty; Miqin and the others had already left.
The network cable was dragging on the ground, and the power strip was full of plugs.
The flowchart he had just drawn was still on the whiteboard.
The window was open, and the aroma of braised pork from the cafeteria wafted in.
The school contributes people, efforts and land.
But he doesn't intend to put all the core data here.
This section is only responsible for hosting the front-end web page server, displaying the menu, and receiving orders.
The student team writes web pages, modifies styles, answers phones, and provides customer service here.
The merchant-side page is also hosted on the school's server, making it convenient for merchants to log in and view it.
The real core data—user data, order data, financial data, and delivery scheduling algorithms—is all kept in that temporary studio in the dormitory building, completely under my control.
This may be due to the influence that Jiangcheng No.1 Middle School had on him.
In the end, the food alliance was taken over by the school with a single official document.
Student council president Su Huai stood in front of him and said, "Only with the school's backing can we build this food alliance."
He always remembered that tone.
From then on, he learned that schools can cooperate, but they cannot be relied upon.
You can leverage their resources, but you can't reveal your true intentions.
One should always be wary of others.
He walked to the window.
Most of the sycamore leaves have turned yellow, and a few fall with each gust of wind.
……
In the afternoon, at the startup incubation base.
Song Huan was squatting on the ground tidying up the network cables, bundling up the cables that were being pulled from the switch with cable ties, and walking along the base of the wall.
The door was pushed open.
Miqin walked in, still holding the stack of certificates in her arms; the bright red covers were a little damp from being covered up.
Behind him followed several business school girls, each with an excited expression of "we actually did it."
Michon walked up to him and placed the certificate on the table.
"The deal is done."
She adjusted her glasses. "There are two windows on the third floor of the third canteen. One serves spicy hot pot, and the other serves rice noodles in a clay pot. The owner didn't quite believe it at first, but when I showed him Principal Chen's documents, he said he was worried about the hassle. I told him not to worry about it, that we have people here to help him enter the menu and handle the orders, and he just needs to take the orders and cook."
She paused for a moment, then said, "And then he agreed."
Song Huan nodded.
Not too surprising.
Who is Chen Xiuyuan?
A vice-principal with real power who also serves as the dean of the science and engineering college is someone that no ordinary person can compare to.
If they won't even give him face, those businesses might as well close down as soon as possible.
Miqin then reported on several other companies.
We negotiated deals with all the braised chicken, Lanzhou noodles, and Shaxian snacks near the school gate.
"The boss at Shaxian was the most straightforward. He said, 'If it's done by the school, there's definitely no problem.' He signed it without even looking at the certificate."
Song Huan asked her to compile a list of the signed merchants and their menus and submit it to the computer science department for system entry.
Miqin responded and led a few girls to tidy up.
Song Huan continued to squat on the ground, tidying up the network cables and tightening them with cable ties.
The light outside the window gradually dimmed.
The computer science students left one after another, and the business school students also packed up and dispersed.
When Miqin left, she placed the compiled list of merchants on his desk and weighed it down with a thermos.
The door closed.
The base fell silent, and he was the only one left.
After tidying up the network cable, he stood up and dusted off his knees.
Then I sat down at the computer and started writing the menu management module for the merchant side.
Merchants should be able to add or remove dishes, adjust prices, and set inventory in their back-end system, instead of relying on manual entry every time.
The sky outside the window changed from gray-blue to deep blue, and the streetlights came on.
My stomach growled twice.
He pressed his stomach and frowned.
I forgot to eat again.
I took my hand off my stomach and prepared to continue typing.
Suddenly, a bowl of fried rice was placed in front of him.
It's still warm.
The rice grains are distinct, coated in soy sauce, and contain chopped egg, diced ham, and chopped green onions.
It was packed in a disposable lunchbox, and water droplets were still clinging to the edges of the lunchbox.
He raised his head.
Lin Yue stood next to him.
She was wearing an apron from a bubble tea shop, with a few bubble tea stains on it, and hadn't changed yet.
Her hair was tied in a ponytail, and there were fine beads of sweat on her forehead, with stray hairs sticking to the sides of her face. She had just gotten off work.
[He hasn't eaten again. His stomach hurt so badly last time, and he still won't eat today.]
[Does he think he's made of iron? I know he's very busy; he has to start his own business, write code, negotiate with schools, and lead a team.]
[I can't help much; I don't understand anything he's saying. All I can do is buy him food.]
Song Huan opened her mouth, as if to say something.
But I don't know where to begin.
He lowered his head, picked up his chopsticks, and took a bite of fried rice.
It has a soy sauce flavor, just the right amount of saltiness.
He took another bite.
Lin Yue walked up behind him.
She raised both hands, her fingertips landing on his temples, pressing gently and drawing circles.
The pressure wasn't strong, but it was very precise, hitting the very spot where the soreness was.
Song Huan was taken aback.
"What are you doing?"
Her voice came down from above, clear and crisp.
"Let me massage it for you, otherwise you'll get wrinkles."
Her fingertips were warm, with a hint of the sweetness of milk tea.
He slowly drew circles on his temples, one circle after another.
Song Huan held her chopsticks, forgetting to chew.
The fried rice was still in his mouth.
My heart felt like it had been gently bumped by something.
A voice came from outside the door.
It was very light, like it was squeezed out from between your teeth.
"hateful."
Song Huan turned her head away.
Xia Rou's figure flashed past through the crack in the door, her ponytail flicked, and she quickly walked away.
Song Huan's lips twitched.
This old hag who's never been in a relationship is always worrying about how other people date. She's just a sour grapes.