ryethenovel Chapter 3 We're not selling hardware.
Chapter 3 We're not selling hardware.
Back at school, Lin Feng found Chen Tao, the head of the Arts and Culture Department of the Student Union. The two had interacted before and were acquainted.
At that moment, the student council was holding a "campus singing competition".
"Brother Tao, do me a favor and add some excitement to your campus singing competition." Lin Feng handed over an MP3 player.
Chen Tao took the headphones with a puzzled look and put them on. Lin Feng helped him switch directly to "The First Snow of 2002".
A few minutes later, Chen Tao took off his headphones and exclaimed, "Where did you get this song? It's so catchy!"
Lin Feng smiled and explained his plan: to sponsor three MP3 players as prizes for the champion, runner-up, and third-place winners of the campus singing competition, and to personally gift one to Chen Tao. The condition was that Lin Feng's MP3 player GG be featured in promotional materials and that he have three minutes of screen time during the final competition.
"Brother Feng, you're too kind. This is a real lifesaver!" Chen Tao agreed almost without hesitation.
Soon, Zhou Yang saw Lin Feng's MP3GG on the promotional materials for the "Campus Singer Competition".
He scoffed, "Using cheap knock-off phones as prizes, trying to ride the coattails of the competition. Fine, then we'll put his knock-off phone and my brand-name phone side-by-side in front of the whole school, and the difference will be obvious."
Zhou Yang has already planned to set up an exquisite booth on the night of the finals, with the theme of "top-notch music enjoyment," to crush the competition with absolute product strength.
On the night of the campus singer finals, the school auditorium was brightly lit and packed to capacity.
On the left side of the stage, Zhou Yang's booth was meticulously arranged.
Against a deep blue velvet background, under the spotlight, three silver Samsung YP-55s and two milky white Avery Dennison iFP-590s exuded an exquisite luster.
Of course, the prices are also outrageous! The Samsung YP-55 is priced at 1300 yuan, and the iFP-590 from iRiver is priced at 1900 yuan.
A large poster stands next to it, displaying product specifications and the brand logo.
Zhou Yang, dressed in a casual suit and with his hair meticulously styled, exuded the air of a successful senior student as he chatted with several female students at the booth.
As he explained the sound quality advantages of Samsung MP3 players, he glanced at Lin Feng out of the corner of his eye.
"Senior, the MP3 players over there are cheaper than yours!"
Zhou Yang smirked: "Don't buy those no-name brands. If you're going to buy one, choose a major brand; the quality and after-sales service are guaranteed."
As he spoke, he picked up a Samsung YP-55 from the display stand and handed it to the other person to listen to: "Listen to this sound quality, and you'll see the difference when you compare it."
The junior took the headphones and listened to a bit.
"Hmm, the sound quality is pretty good!" The junior student gave a high rating to the sound quality.
"Am I right? Brand-name products really do have different sound quality..." Zhou Yang said smugly, glancing at Lin Feng again. Lin Feng was busy fiddling with something and wasn't looking this way at all.
In comparison, Lin Feng's booth was indeed a bit shabby, consisting of an ordinary desk moved from a classroom, with a few silver MP3 players and a registration form on it.
A poster stands next to it: "[Hear the Future: Limited Recruitment of Founding Members of Sichuan University of Technology Digital Music Club | Includes a Preview of a Mysterious 'Future Golden Hits']".
Lin Feng stood patiently behind the table, and many students came to inquire. But while many inquired, few actually bought anything.
Zhou Yang deliberately strolled over, picked up a machine from Lin Feng's desk, and ran his fingertips along the seams of the casing:
"You're really going to use this as a prize? You've got guts. Your classmates' money is still money, and if the quality isn't up to par, there will be a lot of trouble with after-sales service." He deliberately raised his voice so that several classmates watching the commotion could hear him.
Lin Feng looked up at him, his gaze calm and unwavering: "The quality is fine, as long as I can listen to music."
Zhou Yang shook his head dismissively and said no more. He turned and returned to his own booth, but his sense of superiority only grew stronger.
He chuckled to himself, thinking, "It's not that I don't know the value of goods, it's that I'm afraid of comparing them."
The competition was halfway through, and the atmosphere was electric. Finally, it was time for the sponsor presentations.
The host announced, "Next, let's thank Lin Feng, a student from the Department of Electrical Engineering and the founder of the 'Sichuan University of Technology Digital Music Club,' the digital equipment sponsor for this competition, for bringing us a special sharing!"
Lin Feng walked steadily onto the stage, while the students below whispered among themselves.
"It's him? The guy who sells no-name brand phones?"
"Digital Music Club? I've never heard of that..."
"I heard he sells MP3 players for only 600-something yuan each. It's cheap, but I wonder about the quality..."
"Zhou Yang's Samsung costs 1300 yuan. You get what you pay for."
Below the stage, Zhou Yang stood with his arms crossed, leaning against the edge of the booth, waiting to see how Lin Feng would embarrass himself.
Lin Feng walked to the center of the stage and calmly began to speak:
"Hi everyone. I'm not here to promote a music player. I'm here to share a song, a song you may not have heard before, but it will soon become a hit everywhere."
As soon as he finished speaking, he plugged the connecting cable into the stage audio interface.
The audience fell silent. Zhou Yang raised an eyebrow and shifted to a more comfortable position.
Lin Feng pressed the play button.
The first, desolate, and hoarse male voice, as if carrying the winds and sands of the Western Regions, penetrated everyone's eardrums:
"The first snow of 2002 came later than usual..."
Not only were the students captivated, but even the music teachers on the judging panel couldn't help but listen intently.
The simple voice and strong emotional expression instantly captivated people's hearts!
As soon as the song ended, cheers erupted throughout the auditorium.
"One more time!"
"Whose song is this? It's so good!"
Where can I download this song?
All eyes were on Lin Feng, who seized the opportunity to announce on the spot: "We, the Sichuan University of Technology Digital Music Club, hope to share such a beautiful song with more people. We have decided to recruit our first batch of 30 founding members tonight, open to the entire university."
他举起手中的MP3：「会员的权益：以 650元的价格，获得这台预装了包含《2002年的第一场雪》在内的共12首金曲的MP3。
In addition, members can also get exclusive playlists updated by the Digital Music Club for free.
Limited availability, one night only. Registration is on the right side of the entrance.
After he finished speaking, he bowed slightly and walked off the stage.
"650 yuan? That's only half the price of a Samsung. What a bargain!"
"I want one!"
"Senior! Reserve a spot! I'll go get the money right away!"
"Don't push! I was here first!"
After the competition, Lin Feng's booth was surrounded by crowds of people.
My roommates Li Hao and Wang Peng helped maintain order, register people, collect money, and distribute MP3 players.
Apart from the four free units, the remaining twenty units were snapped up in less than ten minutes!
Those who missed out requested to reserve the next batch, and the registration form quickly filled several pages.
Not far away, Zhou Yang's meticulously arranged booth was deserted. The expensive Samsung and iRiver products had become forgotten decorations.
At that moment, a boy wearing glasses walked up to Zhou Yang's booth.
He scratched his head and asked Zhou Yang, "Senior, can your Samsung MP3 player... come pre-installed with that song?"
"This..." Zhou Yang was speechless for a moment.
"Sorry, this is a genuine product; you need to download it yourself..."
"Oh." The boy with glasses nodded, then turned and ran towards Lin Feng. "I'll go queue up over there!"
Zhou Yang stood there, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.
His once-confident business logic was crushed by reality.
His companion was still grumbling, "Hey Yang, why don't we go and get some songs like this? It shouldn't be too hard..."
Zhou Yang remained silent, packed his things, and left.
Just then, an old man who was collecting plastic bottles walked by and joked, "Young man, comparing goods will make you throw them away, comparing people will make you die, take it easy..."
Zhou Yang paused, a surge of anger welling up inside him, and turned to kick away a discarded bottle that the old man was about to pick up!