"… Don't close!" As these two words came out of her mouth, Lin Qian felt as if her entire heart had been lifted up, so high that she didn't know where it was swaying.
Li Zhicheng only replied with one word, "Okay."
Lin Qian hung up the phone. Her whole body felt cold and her palms were sweaty.
She turned around in the room and saw Gu Yanzhi standing at the door looking at her with a sullen face.
"I already know," he said. "Now we can only gamble."
Lin Qian bit her lower lip and nodded hard.
Gamble, a big gamble.
A big gamble of 20 million yuan.
This was the last sweet dream they could have. It contained all their strong desire, anxiety, luck, unwillingness, and unwillingness to admit defeat.
They walked out of the room side by side.
Lin Qian lowered her voice, "Mr. Gu, I think we should slow down and delay."
Lin Qian's brain was unusually calm when she said this. But because her mind was too calm, it made her heart beat too fast and fiercely.
Unexpectedly, Gu Yanzhi glanced at her from the corner of his eyes. At this moment, he could still laugh.
"We think so too," he said.
Gu Yanzhi quickly issued a new order on behalf of Li Zhicheng: Don't close the website. But slow down the server and the activity page so that customers could only make one order out of ten times. At the same time, an announcement was made on the homepage: The website was attacked by hackers and is in full repair.
Lin Qian returned to the computer and began to lead her "Internet Water Army Team" to create a large-scale hype on various shopping websites, forums, and regional popular forums in secondary and third-tier cities.
…
That night, the lights of Aida's headquarters were still on.
The crazy enthusiasm of the customers lasted until one o 'clock in the morning. The first 2,000 "Lucky to Win First Prize" bags were finally sold out. And after that, the sales went up by more than 800. The number of visits on the main page of the event exceeded 5 million. The comment section was completely blown up. Other major forums were also full of hot posts.
The buyers who didn't get the first 2,000 bags were full of regrets. But most of them also said that the promotion itself was worth it. The quality and style of Aida's bags were really good.
The people who got the first prize were all ecstatic. They posted their orders and notices of winning, as if it was a festival.
But most of the voices were filled with strong doubts. Would Aida, which had made such a big mistake, pay the 20 million red packet as promised?
There were also people who posted that they were old customers of Aida. After seeing the announcement of the hacker attack, they understood how difficult it was for a company and were willing to give up the ten thousand yuan red packet. There were also people who said that they didn't need to pay ten thousand yuan. It was acceptable if the shop gave each of them a few thousand yuan.
However, more people expressed that it was the businesses' own business if their websites were hacked. If he didn't send red envelopes as promised, Aida would be tarnished for the rest of its life.
And because of the "carcinogen" incident, Aida had received a lot of media attention. After that night, all the major media outlets, web portals, and Weibo were scrambling to repost this ridiculous news. One of the headlines read, "Twenty million, to give or not to give?"
Aida remained silent in the eyes of the public and the questioning voices.
According to the previously announced rules, the duration of the event was three days. Three days later, the winners could bring their ID cards to a designated store in Aida to receive their red packets.
And because of Aida's silence, in these three difficult days, the questioning voices of the consumers and the media, as well as their eagerness for the result, became more and more intense, almost reaching a peak. The total number of hits on Aida's homepage had exceeded 100 million, and it was still rising by the minute. "Aida's 20 million red packet" became one of the top ten search terms and the second most popular topic on Weibo.
Three days later, at 8: 55 in the morning.
Lin Qian rested her forehead on her hand, still sitting in the small room of the IT department, staring at the computer. Outside the door, the other employees were just as anxious.
There were five minutes left, which was the time limit set by the original rules of the event. Customers could go to the store to receive their red packets. And in five minutes, the public statement of Aida's president would be released.
The content was very concise, written by Li Zhicheng himself. Probably at this time, no one dared to write it for him. Lin Qian had thought of a few versions, but after seeing Li Zhicheng's own version, she thought over it again and again, and still felt that saying too much would lead to mistakes. This one was good.
"Dear customers, netizens, and friends from the media,
As you all know, three days ago, the flagship online store of our company, Vinda, was attacked by hackers, resulting in the wrong issuance of 2000 first prizes. In the face of such a malicious attack, our company will conduct a thorough investigation to protect the legitimate rights and the fair market environment.
In the face of consumers, Aida has always adhered to the business philosophy of "keeping our promises," no matter in the past, present, or future.
The 2000 customers who have won the first prize, please go to the designated store to receive your 10,000 yuan red packet according to the rules of the event.
Happy New Year in advance.
President of Aida, Li Zhicheng. "
After this announcement was released, what kind of feedback would there be from the consumers and the netizens? Lin Qian could almost imagine that there would be a lot of praises and everyone would be happy. She even had no doubt that in the next few hours, or even days, the number of page views of Aida's flagship online store would continue to skyrocket.
But what about the sales? Would there be a large-scale explosive increase?
No, she wasn't sure.
She was even a little nervous.
The past three days were a vivid example. The number of page views on the website had reached its peak. She also believed that Aida's popularity might even surpass its most glorious period in history in the past few days. In contrast, the sales were very low, almost to the point of inactivity.
On the first day, there were 427 hits; on the second day, 633 hits; on the third day, 780 hits.
Lin Qian didn't know whether this number was because people were waiting to see where Aida would go next and there would be more changes in the future, or that the extravagant number of hits was simply a flashy bubble of excitement.
Thinking of this, her head became heavier. She hadn't slept for a few days, the weather was cold at night, and she had been tense all the time. Obviously, she had caught a cold.
She took out a cold medicine from the drawer, mixed it with water, and swallowed it. She braced herself and stared at the screen. Suddenly, an irrelevant thought popped into her mind. These days, she had been busy downstairs, directing the Internet Water Army to fight everywhere. Except for occasional phone reports or last-minute meetings, she rarely saw Li Zhicheng. He didn't arrange anything else for her at the last minute.
She wondered how he was feeling sitting alone in the CEO's office in a high-rise building. When he saw all kinds of good and bad news from the various departments, would his face, which had always been calm and indifferent, furrow his brows or relax his brows?
He was sitting alone in a dangerous building. And here she was, fighting with all her might, using all her skills.
Ha … Why did it feel so tragic, but also willing?
After all the twists and turns along the way, she didn't know when she had developed the feeling of "a gentleman would die for his bosom friend".
He wasn't experienced enough, nor was he cunning enough, nor did he have good luck. But when he first showed his brilliance, he was already amazingly talented. Whether it was that heroic Ming Sheng project tender, or this unique flank counterattack strategy, or today's decisiveness in the face of danger … no one could match his cleverness, tenacity, and decisiveness.
…
On the top floor.
No one, including Lin Qian, would have thought that at this exciting time, Li Zhicheng and Gu Yanzhi were playing chess.
The room was filled with the aroma of tea and the black and white chessboard.
Seeing that he was about to lose the fifth game, Gu Yanzhi was so aggrieved that he pushed the chessboard away. "I'm not playing, it's boring." He wasn't good at chess, but the boss wanted him to accompany him today.
Was he trying to regain his confidence by slaughtering everyone around him?
Or was he just killing time and waiting for the result?
He looked up and smiled. "Aren't you anxious at all?"
Li Zhicheng didn't look up. His two thick black eyebrows were clear and striking.
Picking up a white chess piece and a black chess piece between his fingers, he began to finish the endgame against himself. He was young and handsome, but so mature and indifferent that it made people's hearts skip a beat.
"No hurry."
Two hours later.
Lin Qian stared at the screen, unable to hold on any longer.
It didn't improve.
During the period after the announcement, there were only 147 sales.
Lin Qian didn't know whether it was because of her flu or her mood, but her head was getting heavier and heavier. Her forehead was burning, and the words on the screen were jumping up and down. She looked up from behind the screen. Her colleagues outside were also silent and serious.
She pushed the chair away, got up, said goodbye to the technical manager, and went downstairs.
When Lin Qian woke up again, she saw the dark sky outside the window.
Startled, she threw off the blanket and sat up.
Opposite, the middle-aged female doctor in the infirmary was writing under the lamp. She looked up and smiled at her. "I just took your temperature, it's gone."
Lin Qian quickly thanked her, but she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. How did I sleep for so long? How did I sleep through such a crucial day?
She had come to the infirmary to get her medicine after lunch. She was so sleepy and annoyed that she wanted to lean on the chair for a while before leaving. She didn't expect to fall asleep like that.
The doctor said, "In the afternoon, someone from the CEO's office called me looking for you. He heard you had a fever, so he asked me not to wake you up and let you have a good sleep."
Lin Qian asked, "Who was it?"
The doctor smiled. "A young male colleague."
People were always afraid of the cold when they first woke up. Lin Qian wrapped her coat tightly around herself and walked down the small building where the infirmary was located.
The building opposite her was brightly lit, and people were moving behind the glass windows.
The day was over.
Lin Qian didn't want to go up, so she sat down on a bench by the flowerbed.
It was already past seven o 'clock. Those who were supposed to get off work had already gone home. There were few people around. Lin Qian leaned on the chair, looked at the building, looked at the gloomy winter night sky, and let out a long sigh.
Footsteps were heard on the path beside her. Someone was walking slowly, casting a long shadow on the ground. Lin Qian didn't care and was still in a daze.
Until the person walked to her side and stood still.
Lin Qian looked up and saw his face clearly.
"Mr. Li." She was about to stand up, but he had already sat down beside her.
Lin Qian looked at him sideways. He was wearing a black coat with a shirt and tie inside. Even in winter, he looked simple and refreshing. He was also looking at her, and his eyes looked even brighter under the night light.
"Fever gone?" he asked.
Lin Qian had already guessed that he was the one who had called the infirmary. She felt a surge of warmth in her heart, but this warmth was also disturbing.
She answered politely, "Yes, thank you, Mr. Li."
He was quiet for a while, looking straight ahead, and asked again, "Why are you sitting here?"
Lin Qian answered in a low voice, "I slept for the whole afternoon. I don't know how the sales are. I'm here to build up my emotions and prepare myself mentally. "
Her words made Li Zhicheng's eyes flash with a hint of a smile. But her next words caused that smile to quickly fade away.
She said, "I'm afraid we won't get anything."
This was one of the few times Lin Qian revealed her deep worries in front of him. After saying this, she raised her head and looked straight at him with her clear eyes, as if she wanted to see the results of the day from his face.
But Li Zhicheng's face was still calm, as if he was unfazed. He also turned his head to look at her, and the two of them stared at each other from very close distance.
Then he raised his hand and put it on the back of the chair behind her.
"I don't think so," he said. "What I want, I've already seen, and it's within reach."
Lin Qian's heart suddenly jumped.
What does he want … mean?
She looked at his dark eyes, her heart began to beat faster, and her face became a little hot.
But Boss, now is not the time to talk about love. I feel like there are three mountains in my heart, so heavy that I can't breathe. Don't give me any more pressure, okay?
However, she had misunderstood him.
Because Li Zhicheng had already stood up, hands in his pockets, and looked at her sideways. "Aren't you going to take a look? Today's sales results. "
Lin Qian immediately stood up too. "… Okay, I'll go now."
But his eyes finally showed a gentle smile again, and he said softly, "You won't be disappointed."
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