117: Chapter 118: The Hand Speed ​​of Being Single for Decades?

Jiang Yan elegantly raised her hand to signal for silence: "Xingchen Technology respects everyone's choices; today we are mainly demonstrating the real effects of our product."

She turned to the camera, "The 'huanyan beauty serum' will officially go on sale tomorrow at 10:00 AM. The first batch is limited to one million bottles, with a purchase limit of two bottles per person."

As soon as she finished speaking, the audience in the venue took out their phones one after another to set reminders, preparing to snatch up the product.

The Livestream room's bullet comments were instantly flooded with [Requesting purchase link!].

Wang Defa tried to slip away amidst the chaos, but was stopped by several social media influencers: "Brother Wang, don't go! Say a few words about your thoughts!"

"Do you still think this is an IQ tax?"

"When are you planning to start a livestream? We're all waiting to send rockets!"

Wang Defa's face turned ashen, then his eyes suddenly rolled back, and he fell straight backward—he had actually fainted on the spot.

"Quick, call an ambulance!"

"Don't panic, pinch his philtrum!"

"Move aside, I'm a doctor!"

The venue was in chaos, but Jiang Yan continued the press conference calmly: "It seems Mr. Wang was too excited. Let's let him go to the hospital to rest, and we will continue with the next segment..."

Backstage, Chu Yuqing and Lin Ruoxi exchanged a smile.

They knew that from today on, Xingchen Technology and the 'huanyan beauty serum' would create a brand-new skincare myth.

And as spokespersons, they would also welcome a major opportunity in their lives.

As for Wang Defa... when he woke up in the hospital, he discovered that the follower count on his social media account had already exceeded two million, and there were five hundred thousand comments under his latest post, all uniformly saying [Brother, when are you livestreaming?].

The news of Wang Defa fainting and being sent to the hospital was still hanging on the trending list, and the battle to snatch up the 'huanyan beauty serum' had already quietly begun.

Within twelve hours after the press conference ended, the search volume for 'Xingchen beauty serum' skyrocketed by 8000%, and six of the top ten trending topics on major social platforms were related to it.

A poll initiated by a well-known beauty influencer [Would you spend ten thousand yuan to buy the Xingchen beauty serum?] had over a million participants, with 72% choosing "I'll sell everything I have to buy it."

In Chu Yuqing's university roommate group chat, classmates who usually lurked all popped out:

[Yuqing! Please give us an internal purchase channel!]

[For the sake of us sharing a dorm for four years, help me reserve a bottle!]

[My mother needs repair after skin cancer surgery, please, I beg you!]

Lin Ruoxi's former colleagues at her company were even more exaggerated; someone directly offered fifty thousand:

[Ruoxi, the extra thirty thousand is a service fee; you must help me get two bottles!]

VIP clients from major beauty salons in Rong City called one after another to inquire, willing to pay double the price to reserve it.

A veteran entertainment agent even called Jiang Yan at 3:00 AM, offering a sky-high price to invite her to provide exclusive customized services for the artists under their management.

And all of this reached its peak the moment it officially went on sale.

At 9:50 AM on the day of the sale, the traffic on Xingchen Technology's official website had already exceeded thirty million.

The five hundred servers that the technical department had urgently added all lit up with red lights, and the engineers stared at the monitoring screens with sweat on their foreheads.

"The traffic is still rising!"

"The backup bandwidth can't hold on much longer!"

"Damn it, how can there be so many bot requests?"

In the office, Jiang Yan watched the real-time data, her red lips slightly pursed.

On the large screen in front of her, the real-time monitoring screen of the official website was displayed.

At 9:59, the "Buy Now" buttons on all pages turned a striking red.

Tens of millions of mouse cursors hovered over them, fingers trembling slightly.

10:00:00.

"Start!" the technical director commanded.

10:00:01.

The official website's sales statistics experienced a brief delay due to the traffic surge.

10:00:03.

The official website immediately popped up an "Sold Out" notification.

The entire snatching process, from start to finish, did not exceed three seconds.

In a university girls' dormitory, four girls stared at the computer screen, their expressions shifting from anticipation to shock and then to despair.

"It's gone? It's already gone?"

"I clearly clicked in exactly on the second!"

"The page went white for a second and then showed out of stock..."

"Ahhh, I'm going crazy!"

The girl with a ponytail suddenly slammed her mouse on the floor, the plastic casing shattering into pieces.

She grabbed her phone and dialed her boyfriend's number, her voice laced with tears: "Didn't you say you wrote a snatching script?!"

In the boys' dormitory, the computer science top student stared at the "Purchase Failed" prompt output by the program he had meticulously written, his face pale: "This... this is unscientific... my script clearly..."

The same scene was playing out all over the country.

In a high-end office building, a female white-collar worker looked at the "We are sorry, the item is sold out" prompt on her phone and was so angry she smashed her coffee cup against the wall; a housewife, after refreshing the page continuously for half an hour, suddenly collapsed onto her keyboard and wailed; an internet celebrity streamer broke down on the spot in his Livestream room, saying that even with the hand speed from decades of being single, he hadn't managed to snatch one, and in his anger, he smashed his phone to pieces...

And those lucky ones began to show off wildly.

Moments, Weibo, and Xiaohongshu were instantly flooded with order screenshots:

[Fast hands get it, slow hands miss out~ Thanks to my husband for helping me snatch it [Heart]]

[Hehe, two bottles acquired, sitting and waiting to become a fairy [Smug]]

[Thanks to Xingchen Technology for letting a clumsy-handed person like me have a spring [Order Screenshot.jpg]]

Under every show-off post, hundreds and thousands of envious, jealous, and hateful comments piled up:

[Are you selling? I'll add five thousand!]

[Sister, spare me one bottle, I'll introduce my cousin to you, he's 185cm tall!]

[Reported, this kind of snatching software is unfair!]

On a second-hand trading platform, the resale price of "huanyan beauty serum" was hyped up to fifty thousand yuan per bottle within half an hour, but it was still a case of having money but no stock.

In the Xingchen Technology conference room, the executives looked at the sales data in silence.

"One million bottles," Li Ruonan's voice trembled slightly, "sold out in three seconds."

"Sales volume..." the marketing department head swallowed hard, "ten billion."

Jiang Yan elegantly closed her folder and turned to look at the monitoring screen.

In the image, the company reception was already packed tightly by all kinds of media, and the security guards were struggling to maintain order.

"Notify the factory to speed up production." Her voice was calm and composed, but the light of victory flickered in her eyes, "Increase the daily output!"

"Director Jiang," the PR manager asked cautiously, "should we increase the purchase limit? Many VIP clients are reflecting..."

"No," Jiang Yan interrupted decisively, "hunger marketing is the way to go! Notify the technical department to strengthen anti-scalper measures for the next batch."

She turned and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, looking down at the crowd gathered downstairs.

Sunlight shone through the glass onto her profile, outlining a sharp silhouette.

On the other end of this city, Jiang Jing was lying by the pool at Shanshui Manor, lazily scrolling through his phone.

"Mr. Jiang," Jiang Jing answered the call from Jiang Yan, her pleasant voice coming through, "It is said that a Hollywood actress wants to endorse our product, offering an eight-figure quote."

Jiang Jing said indifferently: "Tell her to get in line."