msmithbooks Chapter 113 The Holy Body of Innate Worker
Chapter 113 The Holy Body of Innate Worker
Chapter 113 The Holy Body of Innate Worker
Looking back now, Yu Huan realizes...
The first version of the client felt crudely made and its functions were so rudimentary that it was unbearable to look at.
Later, after learning more about Zhao Yuan and discovering his true colors, I realized he was definitely greedy, and quite greedy at that.
In the end, it was only through administrative means, such as issuing official documents, that they managed to increase their user base somewhat.
However, compared to the increasingly declining trend of print media, this is merely a temporary fix and ultimately useless.
Yu Huan would naturally not mention these things in his plan, and as long as we follow his plan, we will definitely see results.
As long as Chen Yaoyao does the project well within the framework he sets, even if she only completes 80%, it will be considered a success.
He has limited energy, and this project has a long cycle, so he can't keep an eye on it every day. Besides, he might have already resigned and gone into business by then.
Ultimately, what he valued most was Chen Yaoyao's calm and collected personality; she wasn't one for fancy tricks and could accurately execute the orders given to him as her leader.
It has to be said that birds of a feather flock together. The reason he had a good relationship with Chen Yaoyao in his past life was because he was the same kind of person back then.
Those born with the divine body for working are most favored by their superiors.
It's just a pity that I ran into that beast Zhao Yuan in my past life.
After a moment's thought, Chen Yaoyao spoke:
"Because the newspaper is facing pressure to transform and upgrade, we need to create a newspaper client that integrates news reading, interactive communication, and personalized services to provide users with a brand-new digital reading experience, while expanding the newspaper's online business."
The voice was a little hoarse, but still smooth enough.
Her words were essentially a conversational summary of the project plan, which sounded to Yu Huan like she was just reciting a prepared script.
Yu Huan nodded, then asked, "What about the functional planning?"
"News browsing, real-time updates, personalized recommendations, comment interaction, collection and sharing, offline reading, font adjustment." Chen Yaoyao paused, then added, "Brother Yu, I feel the app should also include a night mode to protect users' eyesight. What do you think?"
"Your suggestion is quite good, I'll take it." Yu Huan glanced at her thick glasses, clearly having learned from years of experience, and asked without hesitation, "How do we promote it?"
"Online, we'll leverage our existing social media accounts to increase the app's visibility and downloads. Offline, in addition to our existing print media promotion through Jiangnan Morning Post, we'll also collaborate with other media outlets, businesses, or organizations to expand the app's influence through content sharing and advertising space exchanges..."
at first.
Chen Yaoyao's voice was rather raw, even a little trembling, but she has gradually found her rhythm.
The awkwardness in his words began to soften: "At the same time, we launched activities such as inviting friends to register and giving points for sharing to encourage users to actively participate and spread the client."
Yu Huan only briefly outlined this issue in the plan, leaving a lot of room for interpretation, but Chen Yaoyao truly grasped its essence.
Yu Huan understood that Chen Yaoyao had thoroughly studied and understood his plan, so he didn't ask about product positioning or technical implementation, and just listened to her recite the plan.
The final question: "Do you have an implementation plan for this project?"
Chen Yaoyao pursed her lips and said repeatedly:
"We will conduct procurement, outsource software development, and complete the client-side design, coding, and testing. We will also organize internal staff, collect feedback, and make optimizations and adjustments. This will take approximately three to six months."
"Conducting public testing, collecting user feedback and making improvements, and launching a promotion plan to increase the client's visibility and downloads will take about one to three months."
"Then comes ongoing operation and maintenance."
“That’s good.” Yu Huan nodded repeatedly: “The portal website goes without saying. We need to develop both PC and APP clients, but your focus should be on the APP.”
Chen Yaoyao nodded: "I understand."
“The work progress left by Zhao Yuan is overturned, and everything starts anew.” Yu Huan tapped her fingers lightly on the table, her tone unhurried: “I will apply to Director Li for personnel adjustments and transfer a new operations staff member in the next few days. You will then have two days to complete the handover. After that, you just need to follow the plan, collaborate with the various departments, and focus on completing this project.”
Chen Yaoyao's expression was originally as tense as a string, and her tense look was almost solidified.
Upon hearing this, an undisguised joy immediately welled up in her eyes.
Is this a pass?
Is it that simple?
She could hardly believe it!
His previously tense shoulders relaxed slightly, and his hands were no longer clasped together. He bowed deeply and said, "Thank you very much, Deputy Director Yu, for your trust in me and for entrusting me with such an important responsibility. I promise to do my best and live up to your expectations."
Yu Huan said with a smile, "If you do a good job of submitting daily and weekly reports, I will check your work progress regularly."
Upon hearing this, Chen Yaoyao straightened up and bowed slightly again: "Thank you for your guidance, Deputy Director Yu."
"Alright, alright, focus on your work and get back to it." Yu Huan waved her hand outwards.
He watched Little Potato's brisk and light-footed figure.
He couldn't help but think to himself.
Based on my understanding of Chen Yaoyao from the previous life, those two bows and that statement must have been rehearsed at home at least a hundred times.
The reason I called her over for a test right after the morning meeting wasn't really to test her.
Yu Huan knew Chen Yaoyao's capabilities all too well.
The plan is there; just follow it. The point is to put on a show and demonstrate it to your subordinates.
Otherwise, how will she gain the respect of others when she takes over work in the future?
Yu Huan looked away, put her feet on the ground, and turned her office chair.
I sat up straight and pressed the power button on the computer.
Most of life is like a quietly flowing stream, without storms or ups and downs, just stretching forward in a calm and uneventful way.
As the sunset bathed the city, Yu Huan rode his electric scooter for half an hour to Pumpkin Mountain in the south of the city.
Pumpkin Mountain isn't actually a mountain, nor does it produce pumpkins; it's just a place name. Ten years later, Pumpkin Mountain Snack Street transformed from a shantytown filled with tiled roofs into Changsha's most vibrant nighttime food hotspot.
This is all due to the sudden popularity of Pumpkin Mountain Sausage, which created a clustering effect, boosted the entire street, made this place stand out, and made it one of the representatives of Changsha's cuisine.
This neon-lit alley, less than a kilometer long, is rarely visited by tourists from other places, but it is a gathering place for seasoned foodies in Changsha.
Yu Huan's aunt was doing business in this alley at that moment.
During the two weeks he was in the hospital, his aunt would take a half-hour bus ride to bring him meals.
That evening, Yu Huan planned to have a meal at her aunt's house and also use the opportunity to gather information about starting her own restaurant business.
Pumpkin Hill is not lively at all during the day; in fact, it is deserted, resembling a quiet old street.
But as soon as night falls, it immediately becomes bustling with noise.
As the sun sets and melts into gold, it gradually transitions into the rhythm of late-night snacks.
The three-way intersection, due to the presence of several giants in the Pumpkin Mountain late-night food scene, had already attracted a considerable number of diners, but it was not as densely packed as it would be ten years later, making people hesitant to squeeze into the crowd.
Seeing this, Yu Huan didn't ride the electric scooter inside, but instead parked it among a pile of electric scooters on the side of the street.
He made sure to take off his helmet, put it in the seat cushion compartment, and then lock it with the anti-theft lock.
Walking into the dilapidated snack street that looked like it belonged to the last century, after strolling about 100 meters, I saw my aunt's stall on the side of the street.
Occupying only seven square meters, the space is small and the interior feels somewhat cramped.
There is a glass display case at the entrance; people inside who want to come out, or people outside who want to come in, can only pass by sideways.
At this moment, two long-haired figures stood outside the stall from behind, while the aunt was weighing them from the glass cabinet.
The counter is neatly arranged with various cold dishes such as cold green beans, cold coriander roots, perilla, peach and ginger, all of which are authentic local flavors of Changsha.
My uncle was making lard-mixed rice noodles in the back of the stall, and skillfully packed them up in no time.
The aunt turned around, picked up the pork lard noodles, and handed them to the two young female customers who were waiting outside, along with the already prepared cold dishes.
She glanced up casually and suddenly saw Yu Huan standing on the roadside with a beaming smile. Her face immediately lit up with a smile, and she called out loudly, "Huanhuan's here!"
The two younger girls turned to look at their aunt, following her gaze, and were immediately captivated.
Yu Huan glanced at the two slightly immature faces.
Until he took a step, brushed past him, and slipped sideways into the stall.
The two girls, around seventeen or eighteen years old, immediately turned around, whispered to each other for a while, and occasionally glanced back.
"Aunt," Yu Huan greeted in turn, "Uncle."
Uncle grabbed a rag and wiped his hands. He glanced at Yu Huan and was immediately surprised: "Yu Huan, it's only been a month or so since we last met, how come I almost didn't recognize you?"
With three people crammed into the small stall, the space felt even more cramped.
The noodles were just mixed and were filled with a rich aroma of lard.
Yu Huan casually grabbed a high stool and sat down: "How could you not recognize me? It's still the same nose and eyes."
"I also think there's been a big change." Aunt glanced at the two reluctant girls and said with a smile, "Mainly because he's become more handsome! He's already brought me two repeat customers since he arrived."
My uncle was slightly overweight, with a round face and slightly puffy cheeks. Although his eyes weren't large, they always seemed to be smiling.
"With this hairstyle and your appearance, you're almost unrecognizable. To be honest, I used to think that although you're tall and strong, you were a bit timid and hesitant. But now, you're much more cheerful."
"Maybe it's because my parents are too domineering and always control me that I'm a bit introverted."
"Now that I'm working and no longer under my parents' control, have I become more confident?"
"Of course!" Yu Huan replied without hesitation.
In their conversation.
My aunt held a disposable paper bowl in her hand, bent down in the glass counter, and skillfully scooped out several large spoonfuls of perilla, peaches, and ginger, piling them up to the brim.
He took a few toothpicks, stuck them on it, and then handed it to Yu Huan.
This is a popular snack in Changsha.
Perilla, peaches, and ginger are pickled together. The peaches are sweet and sour, infused with the aroma of perilla and young ginger. The texture is crisp, and the taste is quite unique and very appetizing.
Every time Yu Huan visits her aunt, regardless of the season, she always has to have a bowl of it.
"Thank you, Auntie." Yu Huan accepted it with a bright smile.
Auntie was somewhat surprised: "He's become more handsome, and his words have become so sweet."
Upon hearing this, Yu Huan immediately joked, "I'm here to freeload, so of course I have to be a little sweet-talking."
Old Yu has three older brothers and only one younger sister. The whole family is very close to her.
"Huanhuan, you're so good with words, no wonder you've found a girlfriend now." His aunt smiled and habitually raised her hand to stroke his hair. "But speaking of which, this hairstyle suits you quite well."
(End of this chapter)