Chapter 4 — Destiny PPT version

“If you only cover high-risk situations in the existing daily traffic, a conservative estimate, the first month conversion rate is three to five percent.” The CFO raised his head. “Net revenue?” “Depends on partnership commissions.” “Calculating at least eight percent?” I nodded. “That's healthier than the current opening ad.” After the CFO finished speaking, he himself was stunned. Phuong Hao immediately continued. "The model is too idealized. Identifying user behavior, connecting cooperative merchants, implementation process, all are costs." I said: "So there is no need to do the whole thing first." He looked at me. “What do you mean?” “Let's do three scenarios first.” I raised my finger. “Paying fees, resume, birthday.” “Paying third-party life service connection fees.” “Resume connecting manual editing and available templates.” “Birthday connecting gift platform.” “Each situation only makes one entrance.” “Set at the second activation after failure reminder, do not enter the home page, do not disturb the user normal.” The CFO asked: “Development costs?” I said in a low voice: "I don't know how to program." Phuong Hao immediately laughed. I added one more question. "But I asked my senior, he said that if he only made a light entrance and navigation, two front-end programmers could work a week to produce a gray test version." Phuong Hao's smile disappeared. Co Thua Nghien asked: "You also asked the development side?" "Um." "Why?" I was silent for a moment. Could it be that I was afraid that I wouldn't be able to answer the interview, so I went to bother three seniors in the middle of the night, an old internship instructor, and a blogger selling courses. I said: "I'm afraid I said something wrong." Co Thua Nghien looked at me for a few seconds. "You were afraid of talking nonsense, so you made twenty-seven pages of PPT to scold us?" I bowed my head. "Twenty-nine pages." Manh Vi couldn't help but laugh out loud. Phuong Hao's face was as black as the bottom of a pot. Co Thua Nghien also did not laugh. He just picked up the interview form. My heart is cold. Here we come. Final verdict. He took a look at the chart. On it is my name, school, position applied for, and evaluation column. Then he tore the paper. Very decisive. Two halves. Four pieces. Place on the table. Manh Vi was stunned: "General Manager Co?" Phuong Hao was also stunned: "This is me..." Co Thua Nghien looked at me. "The intern interview is over." I stood up. Legs were a bit soft. "I understand, today has caused trouble for everyone." Manh Vi quickly said: "On Nhien, that's not what I meant..." Co Thua Nghien interrupted her. "I mean." He pushed the shredded interview form aside. "Don't interview interns anymore." My head stopped working. Co Thua Nghien said: "You came to be the temporary person in charge of this project." My first reaction was that you are crazy. The second reaction was that I was crazy. The third reaction is that this company must really not be far from bankruptcy, otherwise it would not let a new graduate student who mistakenly showed PPT be in charge of the project. Phuong Hao stood up. "General Manager Co, this is not appropriate." Co Thua Nghien looked at him. "Where is it inappropriate?" "She has no experience." "I do." Phuong Hao's face stiffened. Co Thua Nghien's voice was very calm. "This project in my hands has been reduced by six weeks." The meeting room became cold. Phuong Hao put his hands on the table. "I admit the data is not good, but letting an interview candidate take over the project, isn't it too much of a joke?" Co Thua Nghien said: "For now." "For the time being, it won't work." "Then give me a plan that can bring back daily activities." Phuong Hao was silent. I stood in place, like a forgotten mop. Manh Vi looked at me. Eyes are very complicated. Probably wanting to congratulate, but afraid that I would faint on the spot. The financial director asked: “General

Governor Co, what is the level of authority?” Co Thua Nghien said: "The gray testing group, three days to come up with a plan, one week to produce a test version." I almost bit my tongue. “Three days?” Co Thua Nghien looked at me. “How long?” “No no no.” I waved my hand, "It's short." "So that's right." "Huh?" "Long means this matter isn't urgent." I wanted to object. But he stood up. “Phuong Hao, give her the current data.” Phuong Hao gritted his teeth. “General Director Co.” “Meng Vi, add a temporary consulting contract.” Manh Vi nodded: “Okay.” “Finance, pull a list of cooperation resources.” Finance director said: “Give it this afternoon.” Everyone jumped into action. Only I didn't move. Because I still haven't accepted reality. Co Thua Nghien walked in front of me. He is much taller than me. The feeling of oppression is very specific. "On Nhien." "Yes." "You said it very clearly just now." "That's because there are words on the PPT." "Next, no one writes words for you anymore." I raised my head to look at him. He gave me half of the torn interview form. Only my name remained on it. On Nhien. Two words had a corner torn off. “Three days,” he said. Prove that you're not just scolding." I received the paper. The palm of your hand is so wet that you can water flowers. "What if you can't prove it?"