sinovels Chapter 38 Commemorative Edition MP3 Delivered
Chapter 38 Commemorative Edition MP3 Delivered
The next day, Lin Feng went to see Teacher Zhang at the academy.
When Teacher Zhang heard that Lin Feng wanted to borrow a place to use as a temporary warehouse to store "student activity materials", he supported him as always.
"The warehouse... Let me think, there's a small room at the far east end of the row of bungalows behind the lab building. It used to be used to store old equipment, but it's empty now."
"As long as it can shelter me from the wind and rain, that's fine. Thank you so much, Teacher Zhang," Lin Feng quickly said.
After getting the keys, Lin Feng went to see the bungalow. It was about twenty square meters, with a dusty cement floor and some peeling paint on the walls, but the windows were intact and the door was sturdy.
He found a broom and did a quick clean, then went to a hardware store and bought a new padlock.
Two days later, Lin Feng was discussing the details of the rhythm challenge game with Wang Peng when his phone rang. It was the freight station calling to inform him that the goods had arrived at the North City Freight Yard and he needed to pick them up himself.
"Walk."
The entire 407 dormitory team mobilized, and the four of them took a taxi straight to the freight yard. When they saw the mountain of cardboard boxes, Li Hao exclaimed "Wow!"
"Luckily, I called the whole dorm, otherwise two people really couldn't have carried it all."
After completing the formalities and paying the pickup fee, Lin Feng noticed several small trucks parked at the entrance of the freight yard. He negotiated a price with the drivers and began unloading the goods.
The boxes were heavy, each weighing about ten kilograms. Four people carried them from the warehouse to the small truck, one trip at a time.
After making more than a dozen trips, the move is finally complete.
After Lin Feng negotiated with the school gatekeeper, the truck was finally allowed to drive into the campus and stop at the warehouse entrance behind the laboratory building.
The four of them worked together to move the boxes into the warehouse and stack them neatly. Everyone was exhausted.
Lin Feng randomly opened a box with a utility knife; the small packages inside were padded with foam.
He unpacked one of the devices, carefully checked the casing for damage, plugged in the headphones to test it, and found that the power-on and sound quality were fine, which put his mind at ease.
Lin Feng took out his phone and called Su Wan:
"The music festival commemorative MP3 players have arrived. All pre-order customers, please pick up your commemorative MP3 players at 2 PM on Saturday/Sunday at the entrance of Building 101, Third Teaching Building. Please bring your deposit receipt. 150 people will be available each day, divided into three batches of 50 people each, with one hour between each batch."
Soon, notices regarding the collection of commemorative MP3s for the Digital Music Festival were posted on the BBS of Xichuan University of Technology, on the notice board posters in the cafeteria, and in the QQ group for commemorative MP3 users.
The notice detailed the collection time, location, required deposit receipt, and remaining payment, among other important information.
The BBS post was flooded with replies instantly.
"It finally arrived!"
"Do you have a picture? I want to see what it looks like..."
"Finally! My number 088! Wait for me!"
"Those who said they're running away, aren't you ashamed?"
Su Wan couldn't help but laugh as she looked at the comments.
She casually posted another message, along with several pictures of the MP3 player that Lin Feng had taken.
Lin Feng and his men set up two long tables at the classroom door. Liu Qian sat in the middle, with a money counter and several large canvas bags in front of her.
Wang Peng, Li Hao, Tan Zhao, and others sat on both sides, responsible for checking numbers, registering information, and distributing machines. Four other boys stood on both sides of the line to maintain order.
At exactly two o'clock, Lin Feng nodded to Liu Qian.
"Let's begin."
The first person to step forward was a cute girl who handed over the receipt. Wang Peng checked the number: "017, please pay the balance of 499 yuan."
The girl took out a 500 yuan bill. Liu Qian took it, checked it on the money detector, found a coin and handed it back, then ticked her name in the register.
Li Hao pulled out box number 017 from the cardboard box behind him and handed it to the girl.
The girl took it and opened it on the spot. She was captivated by the sleek, silver-gray body, and the words "Commemorative Edition of the First Xichuan University of Technology Digital Music Festival" were clearly visible on the back.
She pressed the power button, and the screen lit up with a blue backlight.
The girl thanked her repeatedly, carefully put the device back into the box, and left happily.
The line began to move forward. The money counter kept making a "swish, swish" sound.
The second and third batches arrived and left one after another. By 5 p.m., except for a few people who didn't come, the first 150 people had all received their prizes.
After receiving the money that day, Lin Feng and Liu Qian deposited it in the bank.
The process continued as usual on Sunday, the second day. The remaining 150 MP3 players were all claimed.
In two days, a total of 149700 yuan was collected.
Lin Feng breathed a sigh of relief once all the money was deposited into Fengchi Digital Music Club's bank account.
He had made a promise to his father to earn 100,000 yuan before the Spring Festival. He completed the task more than a month ahead of schedule, before Christmas in December.
But he doesn't plan to tell his parents yet.
When he returned home for the Spring Festival, he pretended to have failed in his business venture, waited for his parents to ridicule him, and then took out his savings book to give them a surprise!
Lin Feng found it amusing just thinking about it.
That evening, Lin Feng was in a great mood. He treated the six group leaders and core members of the music club, as well as everyone who had helped, to hot pot outside the side gate of the school.
The atmosphere in the hot pot restaurant was lively. Li Hao took a swig of beer and grinned, "Brother Feng, now no one's saying you ran away, right?"
"Not only did he not run away, Brother Feng is leading us to a moderately prosperous society!" Wang Peng added, causing laughter from the audience.
That evening, everyone went to karaoke together.
Lin Feng's singing was passable; he wasn't too off-key. But with a karaoke enthusiast like Shen Jingyi from the music department around, he mainly focused on listening.
The head of the publicity team, Su Wan, also has a good voice.
That night, the girls sang happily, and the boys drank heartily!
The next day, new posters covered the campus bulletin boards.
Against a backdrop of a deep blue starry sky, a close-up of a silver-gray MP3 player is shown in the center, with the words "Commemorative Edition" clearly visible on the back.
Real-world photos of the commemorative edition MP3 player from the digital music festival: all 300 units have been claimed!
The text below reads: "Your MP3 player is more than just a media player; it's a digital music festival souvenir."
On the forum, those who received the MP3s posted pictures and shared them online.
"Real photos! Unboxing the commemorative edition MP3 player! The quality is amazing!"
"I got mine too, and the sound quality is amazing!"
"I've listened to 'Lilac Flower' on repeat for the tenth time now, and it brings tears to my eyes."
"I should have ordered one too... I regret it so much."
"Are there still opportunities for those who didn't manage to book?"
"Same here! Can the music club organize another batch?"
Su Wan responded using the official student association account: "The commemorative edition is limited to 300 units and will not be reprinted. However, we also have the same MP3 player (without the commemorative logo) available. Interested students can contact us. For specific pricing and purchase methods, please inquire via private message."
Within ten minutes of posting, my private messages were flooded.
Su Wan was so busy she was in a complete mess.
In the male dormitory of the Computer Science Department, Zhou Yang stared at the computer screen, his face ashen.
He saw Su Wan's post on the forum, and then looked back at his own post with a secondary account titled "Lin Feng absconds with funds".
The students who replied below proved him wrong by posting actual gameplay photos.
As more and more people replied and contradicted him, the post "Lin Feng absconded with funds" eventually rose to the top and became a trending topic...
Zhou Yang slammed his laptop shut in anger!
My roommate Liu Wei sat next to me, not daring to utter a single word.