Chapter 501: 497. Double Eleven Is Merely the Beginning (Please Subscribe and Vote for Monthly Tickets)

Zhao Lifeng: "........."

Holy crap!

How much did you say?

It's only been ten-something minutes, and you want ten billion in sales?

Are you crazy?

"Cough, cough, that's not it; it's only just reached over three hundred million now," Zhao Lifeng said dryly.

If he had known, he wouldn't have made this call. Was Zhang Ran's goal ten billion in ten minutes? That was a number he hadn't even dared to imagine.

"Three hundred million, that's not bad, but you still need to work hard. Double Eleven is not the end, but merely the beginning," Zhang Ran said calmly.

He wanted to pour cold water on Zhao Lifeng. Of course, he knew that three hundred million in ten-something minutes was already quite good for now, given that there were so many platforms competing together.

But just as he said, everything now was still just the beginning. Zhao Lifeng could not get complacent, or else he would lose his position through carelessness, and Zhang Ran would not forgive him.

Zhao Lifeng also understood Zhang Ran's meaning, took a deep breath, and said, "Don't worry, Mr. Zhang, I understand."

"Alright, let's leave it at that. You should get in touch with Meng He over there; sales figures are one thing, but express delivery is another.

You absolutely cannot let any mistakes happen with the courier service. You've been doing this for a long time, and you know that express delivery is actually the best way to determine whether you can retain customers.

If the delivery is slow, I reckon the number of customers we can keep this time will be much smaller, but if you can outperform the others, then the harvest this time will exceed your imagination," Zhang Ran urged repeatedly.

Although he spoke nonchalantly to Sicheng, appearing indifferent, how could that be? He had also invested a great deal this time.

It absolutely must not fail.

Zhao Lifeng said earnestly, "I understand."

After Zhang Ran hung up the phone, Sicheng and the others looked at him expectantly. Although they had already heard Zhang Ran say that the sales should be around three hundred million, they still wanted to hear Zhang Ran say it himself.

Seeing them like this, Zhang Ran rubbed his head helplessly and said, "Three hundred million, it's just three hundred million. Alright, now that you know the answer, go to sleep. If anyone wants to know more later, just call Zhao Lifeng and ask him. I'm exhausted anyway."

After saying that, Zhang Ran went to sleep, ignoring those few fellows.

After Zhang Ran left, Sicheng and the others looked at each other, "Little sister, I didn't hear that wrong, did I? Three hundred million, not thirty million or three million?"

"It should be three hundred million, that's right," Siyan also seemed a bit uncertain.

"Then why did Dad still look so dissatisfied?" Sicheng didn't know what to say at this point.

The calmest one here was actually Liu Lu. Although she was surprised, she felt it didn't seem like much; what was the big difference between three hundred million and thirty million?

Anyway, even if it were given to her, she wouldn't be able to spend it all.

"Sleep, sleep." Sicheng didn't say anything more, and as he spoke, he returned to his room. He felt he was just worrying for nothing.

However, when he lay on the bed, he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. This incident had indeed brought him some stimulation.

Three hundred million in sales in ten minutes—that was something his Biaoxue Company might not even be able to achieve in a year.

Of course, the profit margins for both sides were different, but Sicheng subconsciously ignored this.

"Wife, do you think I should give up Biaoxue? And follow Dad's arrangements?" Sicheng suddenly asked.

Liu Lu was about to fall asleep, and upon hearing this question, it took her a long time to react. Finally, she said helplessly, "Don't think so much. When has Dad ever forced you? Besides, it's not like you don't have a son. If you don't want to take over, just let your son take over.

And don't you think about it—what is our dad's real age now? Do you still want to take over our dad's position by then? Just wash up and go to sleep; leave this matter for your son to complete. Anyway, I don't think you have any hope."

The little thought that had just risen in Sicheng was completely extinguished at this moment; he felt chilled to the bone!

"Is that any way to talk?" Sicheng turned over huffily and ignored her.

Liu Lu was happy to be at ease and fell asleep quickly. However, Sicheng couldn't sleep, but his restless heart slowly calmed down.

Indeed, judging by his dad's condition, it was really hard to say who would go first.

Moreover, he truly loved the gaming industry, and since Zhang Ran had never forced him, the best choice was still Biaoxue.

Of course, Sicheng wasn't planning to just live like a salted fish like this. He would still work hard to learn how to manage the company, and when Zhang Ran needed him, he had to be able to hold up the sky for their Zhang Family!

This was his responsibility as Zhang Ran's son!

At this time, the Zhang Family members began to slowly fall asleep, but Zhao Lifeng didn't have a shred of sleepiness. Not only that, he even called Meng He up from his sleep.

"Old Zhao, what are you doing? In the middle of the night?" Meng He got up carefully, muted his phone, and finally left the room before speaking.

Zhao Lifeng said excitedly, "President Meng, do you know how much the sales are now?"

"How much?" Now Meng He had no sleepiness either; looking at his situation, sales must be going well.

"It's already broken one billion! And it's only been twenty minutes!" Zhao Lifeng hadn't expected the momentum to be getting stronger and stronger.

You have to know it was already the early hours of the morning; breaking one billion in twenty minutes was already a huge amount.

This had never happened before on their Fengli Net. In the past, they had also held events, but the sales in the best short period of time had never been this high.

"One billion? Not bad," Meng He said.

"Not bad? Old Meng, why is your tone so big now? I'm telling you, you absolutely cannot drop the ball on your end; this brother is counting on you this time," Zhao Lifeng said.

Meng He chuckled and said, "You say my tone is big just for one billion? When you break fifty billion, come and tell me these things."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Lifeng reacted all of a sudden.

Meng He nodded and said, "That's right. Our Dahe Express has been planning for nearly a year. Such a long time is not something your measly one billion can crush. At the very least, fifty billion would barely be enough to slow down our efficiency."

Zhao Lifeng finally understood why Zhang Ran had mentioned ten billion right off the bat. So that was what he had in mind; he wasn't joking with him.

At this moment, Zhao Lifeng not only lost his excitement but instead felt pressure. This pressure was brought by Zhang Ran.

If he did well this time, Zhang Ran would absolutely support him unconditionally in the future, but if he didn't do well, then his position might really be unstable.

He had felt one billion was quite good, but now it seemed it was far from reaching Zhang Ran's expected goal.

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Lifeng hurriedly began to contact the heads of various departments, especially the publicity department, telling them to spread this news and must increase the intensity of the publicity once again.

Having received Zhao Lifeng's order, these publicity departments began working overtime; they were also excited, as this success had their contribution.