Chapter 36: Single-day sales exceed 100 million, Shen Qingqiu is stunned.

The finance office at the headquarters of Xinghai Technology was, at this moment, like a frantic mint that had just opened for business.

Four old-fashioned dot-matrix printers were lined up on a long table, wisps of smoke rising from them.

The "chi-la, chi-la" sound rang out incessantly, and the printer paper cascaded onto the floor like a white waterfall.

The speakers of the computers used exclusively for receiving online banking transaction notifications were almost blown out.

The "ding-ding-ding" sound of falling gold coins merged into a continuous stream, with absolutely no gaps of silence.

Xiao Zhang from the finance department held a cup of cold coffee, huddled in front of the computer screen.

Her eyes were wide as copper bells, and the mouse in her hand was trembling along with her.

"General Manager Shen, the interface for ICBC has frozen again! Too much data is flooding in!"

Xiao Zhang turned her head, her voice filled with a terror that sounded like she was about to cry.

Shen Qingqiu stood at the end of the long table and snatched the gold-rimmed glasses off the bridge of her nose.

She reached out to rub her bloodshot eyes vigorously, exhaling a long, heavy breath.

The sales report just summarized on the table made her feel as if she were looking at a string of alien gibberish.

She grabbed the A4 sheet, her knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

"Don't worry about the interface lagging, just look at the total transaction volume in the backend."

Shen Qingqiu's voice was still relatively calm, but if one listened closely, there was a trace of trembling in the final notes.

Xiao Zhang hurriedly tapped at the keyboard, refreshing the master control backend page.

In the center of the screen, a bright red Arabic numeral popped up.

"Six hundred and three thousand orders!" Xiao Zhang screamed until her voice cracked.

Shen Qingqiu felt as if her heart had been fiercely squeezed by someone.

She closed her eyes, and the precise abacus in her mind began to click frantically.

Twenty-four hours.

Only twenty-four hours since it went on sale.

The xinghai gen 2 had exceeded six hundred thousand units in total online sales!

Unit price: 1,999.

The single-day sales figure had directly smashed through the terrifying milestone of one billion RMB!

And this was 2007.

Ninety-nine percent of domestic companies wouldn't see one billion in turnover even in a lifetime.

Yet Xinghai Technology had done it in just one day.

"General Manager Shen, our net profit..." Xiao Zhang swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva, not daring to calculate further.

Shen Qingqiu opened her eyes, her gaze as sharp as a knife.

"Subtracting the hardware costs, assembly fees, and Shunfeng's courier logistics fees."

She bit her lower lip and reported the number that would terrify countless domestic entrepreneurs.

"The net profit sitting in our account is as high as four hundred million."

Four hundred million in cash flow!

Not some ethereal share valuation, nor dead money obtained by mortgaging the factory.

This was hard cash that could be withdrawn at any time to fill dozens of trucks!

Shen Qingqiu took a deep breath, no longer able to maintain her aloof demeanor as the God of Wealth Shen.

She grabbed the report and rushed out the door.

The hallway was in total chaos.

Chu Xuan was holding a walkie-talkie, leaning against the corner of the wall, cursing at the logistics company.

"I don't care how many vehicles you mobilize! The goods must all be moved today! I'll double the shipping fee!"

He turned his head, saw Shen Qingqiu, and grinned broadly, his face glowing with excitement.

"General Manager Shen! We've struck it rich! The customer service order lines are smoking!"

Shen Qingqiu didn't have time to pay attention to him.

She clicked her high heels, "da-da-da," against the terrazzo floor, taking quick, decisive steps.

She stormed all the way to the president's office at the end of the corridor, not even bothering to knock.

With a "bang."

The heavy solid wood door was pushed open by her.

Sunlight streamed in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the spacious office.

Shen Qingqiu had prepared herself to see Lu Jingming strategizing or celebrating wildly.

But when she looked closely, she froze in place.

Lu Jingming wasn't in a meeting, nor was he staring at market data.

He was sprawled out on the expensive leather sofa, legs crossed and resting on the coffee table.

This guy was holding a dark blue xinghai gen 2 horizontally, his thumb swiping frantically across the screen.

From the phone's speaker came a series of comical pig squeals and the sound effects of wood splintering.

"Lu Jingming, what are you doing?"

Shen Qingqiu walked over quickly, her high heels thumping dully on the carpet.

Lu Jingming didn't even lift an eyelid, his gaze glued to the screen.

"Don't disturb me, I'm about to get a three-star clear on this level. The physics engine Xia Weiliang made is quite smooth."

Shen Qingqiu leaned over to look and almost laughed in anger.

On the screen, a fat red bird was pulled back on a giant slingshot.

Lu Jingming released his finger, and with a "whoosh," the red bird smashed down a castle made of ice blocks.

The few green fat pigs inside instantly turned into points.

"What time do you think it is, and you still have the heart to play games?"

Shen Qingqiu slapped the report heavily onto the coffee table, pinning down Lu Jingming's feet.

"Do you know how much money has been added to our account in these twenty-four hours?"

Her chest heaved violently as she stared daggers at this unreliable boss.

Lu Jingming cleared the level, and a golden three-star rating popped up on the screen.

Only then did he slowly press the lock screen button and toss the phone aside.

"Over a billion in turnover, about four hundred million in net profit, right?"

He rubbed his sore wrist, his tone as casual as asking the price of radishes at a vegetable market.

Shen Qingqiu was stunned.

"You haven't even looked at the financial report, and you calculated it all?"

"Does that need calculating?" Lu Jingming chuckled.

"With 600,000 units in stock, given the frenzied state of the netizens, selling out in a day is something you could guess with your eyes closed."

He sat up straight and clapped his hands.

"What's the matter, is the God of Wealth Shen scared by this bit of pocket change?"

"Pocket change?" Shen Qingqiu gritted her back teeth, wishing she could slap that report onto his face.

"This is four hundred million in pure cash! Even established domestic car companies don't make that much net profit in a year!"

She pulled over a chair and sat down, trying hard to calm her pounding heart.

"I came to find you because I want to ask how we should spend this money."

Shen Qingqiu pushed up her gold-rimmed glasses, quickly shifting into her CFO role.

"Old Li's factory is too small, and production capacity has reached its limit."

She opened the small notebook she carried with her, speaking quickly.

"I suggest we immediately go to Shenzhen or Guangdong to buy land and build three super-large, fully automated assembly plants."

"At the same time, we should forcibly acquire stakes in the upstream and downstream screen and battery supply chains to hold the lifeblood in our own hands."

Lu Jingming listened and smiled noncommittally.

He reached out, took the xinghai gen 2, and tossed it into Shen Qingqiu's lap.

"Building factories and buying land isn't urgent. Try playing this game for a bit first."

Shen Qingqiu caught the phone instinctively.

The smooth, warm feel of the glass and the colorful game icons on the screen left her somewhat confused.

"Lu Jingming! I'm talking to you about a multi-billion scale industrial layout, and you want me to play Angry Birds?"

Her brows furrowed, and her face was full of impatience.

"If I tell you to play, then play."

Lu Jingming leaned back on the sofa and pointed at the screen.

"Press and hold that red bird, pull back, and then let go."

Shen Qingqiu snorted coldly and, as if out of spite, extended her slender index finger and pressed it on the screen.

She pulled back.

The miraculous touch feedback instantly traveled from her fingertip to her brain.

There wasn't the slightest delay.

The slingshot's rubber band stretched with her finger, actually presenting a realistic physical rebound sensation.

She released her finger.

"Whoosh!"

The red bird drew a perfect parabola in the air and smashed the wooden crate.

The animation of the wooden blocks flying everywhere was so smooth it made one's scalp tingle.

In this era where everyone played Snake and Sokoban, this was practically a magical visual shock.

Shen Qingqiu froze, her finger hanging in mid-air.

She was a top-tier business elite and instantly saw through the terrifying significance behind this game.

"This... is this the perfect combination of capacitive multi-touch and gravity sensing?"

She snapped her head up, and the look in her eyes as she gazed at Lu Jingming had completely changed.

"You built this game into the phone, not for fun, but to show off your tech?"

"Smart."

Lu Jingming snapped his fingers, a flash of fanatical brilliance in his eyes.

"Don't our competitors brag every day about how great their processors are?"

He pointed at the phone, his tone filled with the arrogance of a dimensional strike.

"I don't need to run benchmarks, and I don't need to issue long-winded PR statements."

"I only need one bird and a few pigs to let everyone who has used the Xinghai know what it means to crush them with fundamental logic."

Looking at this glass gadget in her hand, Shen Qingqiu finally understood why netizens were paying money like crazy.

This wasn't just a phone.

This was a sharp knife cutting the throat of the old era.

She took a deep breath and put the phone back on the coffee table.

"Fine, your product power is invincible. But the money can't just sit in the account gathering mold, right?"

Shen Qingqiu stared at him with burning eyes.

"The industry peers must be green with envy by now. Fatty Xu and President Kang Peila will definitely not swallow this insult."

"We are currently like an upstart carrying a fortune; if we don't quickly expand our hard strength, we will sooner or later be surrounded and suppressed by international capital."

Lu Jingming stood up and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window.

The afterglow of the setting sun spilled over this rapidly developing city, gilding him with a golden edge.

"Surrounded and suppressed? They won't have the guts for that soon."

Lu Jingming had his hands in his trouser pockets, watching the heavy traffic below.

"Four hundred million in net profit is certainly a lot, but using it to compete with foreign capital in heavy assets is still lacking."

He turned his head, a meaningful arc curling at the corner of his mouth.

Shen Qingqiu stood up, her face full of confusion.

"Not expanding production? Then what do you plan to do with this huge sum of money?"

Lu Jingming walked to the desk, pulled open a drawer, and took out a donation agreement that had been prepared long ago.

He pushed the document in front of Shen Qingqiu and tapped the paper surface with his finger.

"Donate it. Take out two hundred million and, in the name of Xinghai Technology, establish a national university foundation for underlying chip research."

Shen Qingqiu gasped.

"Two hundred million? Donate to schools? You're crazy!"

She slapped the table, her voice changing pitch from anxiety.

"We haven't even firmly established ourselves, and you want to take half the profit to do charity?"

"This isn't called charity; this is called paying a pledge of allegiance."

Lu Jingming picked up the phone from the table again, his thumb pulling the slingshot's rubber band to the limit on the screen.

"When a tree stands above the forest, the wind will surely destroy it. We raked in one billion in a day; this cake is too big."

"Relying solely on our own few rusty guns, we won't be able to hold onto it."

Lu Jingming released his finger, and the wooden fortress on the screen instantly collapsed.

He looked at Shen Qingqiu's stunned face and chuckled.

"What's the rush? Let the bullets fly for a while."

"At our current level, relying solely on praise from netizens is no longer enough."

He lifted his wrist to check his watch, his eyes becoming incredibly deep.

"Get ready. The commotion we've made these past few days has already alarmed the higher-ups."

Shen Qingqiu was stunned. "The higher-ups? Who is coming?"

Lu Jingming threw the phone into his pocket and turned to look out the door.

"The real God of Wealth and our talisman."

He lowered his voice, his tone revealing an unconcealable ambition.

"At seven o'clock tonight, go and turn on that big TV in the conference room. It's time for the authorities to come and endorse our Xinghai."