Chapter 7 — Destiny PPT version

“Users who have activated the rescue entrance, the return rate the next day is eleven percent higher than normal users.” The female operator raised her head. “Is that high?” “The sample is still small.” I said. “Can't prove the long-term trend.” Phuong Hao immediately continued. “Then don't rush to announce the good news.” I nodded. “I'm not announcing the good news.” I opened the user feedback. First line: "At first I thought it was an advertisement, but in the end I actually paid the electricity bill. Okay, it looks like you guys are useful." Second line: "My birthday gift saved my life, my mother said this year I finally look like a human being." Third line: "That resume is expensive, but it's better than me choking myself for three days." Manh Vi laughed a bit. The CFO also laughed. Co Thua Nghien did not laugh. He looked at those comments. A very long time. Phuong Hao frowned. "A few comments can't prove anything." I said: "Yes." He was stunned for a moment. I continued. "So I would like to continue the gray trial for two weeks." Phuong Hao looked at Co Thua Nghien. "General Director Co, I object." Co Thua Nghien asked: "The reason." "The sample is not enough, the revenue is not as expected, taking up development resources." "And more?" Phuong Hao paused for a moment. "Also, this direction will affect the existing advertising revenue." The CFO looked at him. I get it. The advertising positions on the current homepage are very much the source of revenue in Phuong Hao's original project. If the rescue situation is successful, the home page advertisement will have to be cut. Cut is not advertising. It's his record. Co Thua Nghien looked at me. "On Nhien, what do you say?" My palm was wet again. But this time, I didn't bow my head. "Advertising revenue is what users endure." "Salvage revenue is what users are willing to pay." "The more you do the more you hurt." "The more you do, the more trust you build." I looked at Phuong Hao. "I'm not saying to immediately cut ads." "But if a product can only rely on annoying users to make money, sooner or later it will be muted by users." No one answered in the meeting room. Phuong Hao's face was very ugly. Co Thua Nghien bowed his head and wrote two words on the report. Through. “Continue gray testing,” he said. Phuong Hao suddenly stood up. "General Manager Co, you will regret it." Co Thua Nghien raised his eyes. "Then let her sell me a pill of regret." Two weeks later, APP Tinh Lam updated its version. The home page cuts out three pop-ups. To-do AI entrance moved to the home screen. The rescue situation expanded from three to seven. On release day, I sat at work, not daring to refresh comments on the app store. Manh Vi made a new one for me. "First line, good reviews." "Second line, scolded for logging in." "Third line, in the end, it doesn't look like multi-level software anymore." I raised my head. "Is this a good review?" "On the Internet, it counts." The male programmer walked by and put a bottle of yogurt on my table. "Manager in charge of Wen, give me some congratulations." I immediately said: "Don't call that." He smiled: "Okay, teacher On." "Not even that." The female operator stuck her head out. "This evening's party, General Manager Co invited." I was stunned. "General Manager Co is going too?" Manh Vi said: "If he doesn't go, who will pay?" I think a bit. Very reasonable. Phuong Hao did not participate in the festival. I heard he was transferred to a new professional group. Not fired. But the core project at hand was taken away. That afternoon, he went to the War Room to pack his things. I was often correcting sentences in front of the whiteboard. He stood at the door looking at me for a moment. "On Nhien." I turned my head. "General Manager Phuong." There was no expression on his face. "Your luck is not bad." I nodded. "Hmm." Maybe he didn't expect me

admitted so quickly. "You're not humble, are you?" "Not modest." I closed the cap of the oil brush. "I'm really not that bad lucky." "Showing on the wrong screen without being kicked out." "The plan has someone willing to listen." "Programmers are willing to help." "Users also give feedback." I looked at him. "But luck only helps me stand here." "What happens behind, is not entirely luck." Phuong Hao was silent. After a few seconds, he picked up the old document on the table. "You will know later, the product is not as simple as you think." I said: "Now I know." He looked at me. I added one sentence. "So I still have to study." Phuong Hao seemed to want to say something. Finally don't say. He turned and left. At the door, he stopped for a moment. "The vegetable market there." My heart tensed. "Um?" "Pretty good example." After saying that, he left. I stood in place. Haven't moved for a long time. Evening party at the hot pot restaurant under the company. Co Thua Nghien sat in the chair position. People were very noisy and boisterous. The developer told a story before going on air and almost connected the fee payment entrance to phone recharge. The operator complained in user comments that someone requested to add the function "automatically block ex-lover's birthday".