Chapter 30: 029 Rescue Operation

The company has been registered, the team is gradually taking shape, hierarchies have been established, and with dual promotion from both the organization and individuals, Guai Ai Net has rapidly expanded its operations in Jin Ling.

In addition to confirming the positions of second and third in command, two days saw three more interns—regardless of suitability—promoted to team leaders.

According to discussions between Yu Xing, Lu Haiying, and Zhong Zhiling, Jin Ling would be divided into three major teams, each further subdivided into four to five smaller groups based on potential customer demographics from different universities and geographical factors.

On Tuesday, June 28, at 9 a.m., nine team leaders joined Lu Haiying and Zhong Zhiling in the multimedia classroom to listen to Yu Xing’s market analysis.

Before the analysis, Yu Xing distributed materials, some of the data drawn directly from the “China College Student Love Survey Report.”

Of course, it had been edited.

The actual projected marriage probability was a trade secret; both the figures printed here and those given to the NetEase reporter had been inflated.

“Look at the first sentence: 80% of college students have dated; currently, about 30% are in relationships, and about 20% of this year’s graduating class haven’t broken up yet.”

“Jin Ling has 115,000 graduates, nearly 24,000 couples; disregarding all other factors, we estimate our potential customer base at 20,000.”

“These 20,000 are our target for this project in Jin Ling.”

“This week we’ll fully divide into fifteen teams; on average, each team must contact 1,333 couples.”

“That means, before summer vacation—in roughly one month—each team should approach 44 couples per day.”

“This number is extreme, so we’ll use 40 couples. With six to eight members per team, each person needs to contact about six couples daily.”

As Yu Xing spoke, he wrote each figure on the blackboard, placing the first set of numbers at the top.

Gradually, his description revealed a layered breakdown of data on the board.

He tapped the board with his hand, pointing to the final line: “Clear now? Or, put another way: if everyone talks to six couples daily, we’ll definitely achieve results in the coming month.”

From the 20,000-couple market of Jin Ling down to each intern’s daily task.

The work breakdown was crystal clear.

“As team leaders, you all know your interns have no work experience—you must not only complete your own duties but also supervise them.”

“All nine of you have completed at least three orders. Tell me—was it hard?”

Yu Xing picked up a new pink chalk, then noticed the team leaders’ nods—some firm, some hesitant.

Not hard!

At least, not too hard!

Every team leader in this room had completed their promotion task, regardless of how—whether through outgoing personality, good connections, or luck—but they had done it.

“Good. With this mindset, what will we gain if we stick to this for a month?”

Yu Xing circled the number “6”—six couples visited daily.

He said: “If one out of six converts into an order, by month’s end your commission will be the highest tier—6,000 yuan total—plus our guaranteed base salary of 850 yuan. With team bonuses, you could earn over 7,000 yuan a month.”

Yu Xing wrote a large “7000” and drew a circle around it.

He posed another question: “Is it hard to convert one order from six couples?”

This time, not all team leaders shook their heads—because this wasn’t a one-time task; it had to happen every day.

“I see some nodding, some shaking,” Yu Xing smiled. “After all, this is our first city in mainland China. I don’t know if it’s hard—let’s just try it together.”

He pointed to the breakdown of tasks, then to the salary figure, signaling the end of this morning’s briefing.

Though Yu Xing ended with “let’s just try it,” the nine team leaders felt energized by the clear tasks—love surveys and love contracts sounded vague and hard to grasp.

But this concrete analysis immediately painted a clear market and target.

“Brother Yu, this conversion rate seems too high,” Zhong Zhiling said before leaving, voicing a small concern.

He clearly remembered his senior’s earlier market analysis, which had excluded many variables and arrived at a target of 1,100 couples—now this figure was at least triple that.

“That was our lower-bound analysis,” Yu Xing explained. “This is the upper-bound—positive, optimistic. Both are correct.”

Zhong Zhiling immediately understood: both were correct!

Yu Xing patted his junior’s shoulder: “Keep pushing. It sounds slow, but it moves fast. When you reach Lin’an and face unfamiliar territory, replicate every bit of experience you gain here.”

“Mm.” Zhong Zhiling nodded, then added slowly, “I want to be second in command.”

Yu Xing laughed heartily: “I’ll make you first in command later!”

Zhong Zhiling took it seriously—for now.

Work at the three major university districts was in full swing.

Besides monitoring overall team and market feedback, Yu Xing had to push for housing arrangements in Shen Cheng and Lin’an, while also overseeing operations at Pukou University District.

New initiatives always encounter problems; when carried out by interns with no work experience, problems multiply.

By evening, when Yu Xing arrived at Nanjing Agricultural University, he saw his booth surrounded by several layers of people; as he hurried closer, he could hear shouting.

“Hey, hey, students, let’s talk calmly! I’m Yu Xing, head of the social science survey!” Yu Xing announced his identity loudly, pushing through the crowd—but he mentioned no company, only the term “social science survey,” more acceptable to students.

Polite college students quickly parted, revealing the scene inside.

An angry student clutched the love survey report; behind the table stood two bewildered interns.

“Student, tell me what happened—I’ll fix it,” Yu Xing took responsibility.

“I want a refund—he won’t give it! You didn’t even give me a contract! I want my money back—what’s wrong with that? You’re all frauds! This love survey? These roses? This love? All fake! Fake!”

Hearing the latter half, Yu Xing guessed this was a heartbreak-induced outburst.

He said firmly: “Who said you can’t get a refund? You can!”

Yu Xing turned to the onlookers and announced a newly launched policy: “Our social science survey’s side project not only allows refunds—it offers a seven-day no-questions-asked refund!”

Doubt in the students’ eyes immediately lessened.

Yu Xing pulled cash from his pocket, handed it to the upset former customer, and patted his shoulder: “Brother, life is real. No matter what happens, life goes on.”

The student silently took the money, took a deep breath, and calmed down.

“No problem, no problem—this brother misunderstood. If anyone’s curious, come listen,” Yu Xing waved his arm, signaling the crowd to disperse, then promoted the booth again.

Most students, seeing no spectacle, drifted away; a few remained curious and approached to learn about the social science survey.

“Brother, sit down. What happened? Broke up?” Yu Xing pulled the student aside and sat with him.

The student clutched the cash, not putting it in his pocket, and excitedly described what he’d just discovered—it wasn’t complicated, just melodramatic: he found his girlfriend involved with a middle-aged businessman.

Yu Xing listened quietly, serving as an emotional dumping ground.

“Bro, what should I do?” The student covered his face in pain. “I don’t want to break up…”

Yu Xing was stunned: Huh? Doesn’t want to break up? Then why did I just refund him 299 yuan?

“If you don’t break up, what then? Small bosses have money,” Yu Xing was torn—didn’t know whether to counsel reconciliation or breakup.

The student remained in pain, silent for a long time.

“But middle-aged bosses usually just have money,” Yu Xing, unwilling to leave him hopeless, offered advice: “If all else fails, highlight your own strengths.”

The student looked confused: “What strengths do I have? No money, average looks.”

Yu Xing advised: “Small bosses are usually soft and weak. Be aggressive—show off your strong physique. Stand up and push back.”

The student stared fixedly at the team leader.

The team leader suddenly regretted giving advice: “Hey, I was just joking—don’t take it seriously. Relationships are personal. Figure it out yourself.”

“Bro, I’ll try!” The student stood up. “Goodbye. Keep the money—I was unreasonable today.”

Watching the college student hurry off, Yu Xing sighed. College students were so good—polite, reflective, willing to act, full of youth and energy!

And, of course, willing to spend money.