118: Chapter 118 Over Five Million in Revenue

After finishing the Bench Press, Chen Fan started training with the Cable Crossover machine.

To maintain a good physique, a perfect pair of pectorals is essential.

He adjusted the weight, gripped the handles with both hands, tightened his core, slightly bent his arms, and slowly pulled the cables to his chest.

He controlled the rhythm of every rep, squeezing at the peak for a second before slowly releasing, using no momentum or swinging—purely muscle control.

After finishing three sets of Cable Crossovers, he added a few more exercises—Dumbbell Flyes, Seated Chest Press, and Parallel Bar Dips.

After working out for two consecutive hours, Chen Fan's clothes were completely soaked with sweat.

The dark gray training tank top clung to his body, outlining his clear muscle contours as if he had just been fished out of the water.

He wiped his sweat and left the equipment scattered on the floor.

It wasn't that he lacked manners, but if he had to clean up after himself, his annual membership fee of one hundred thousand yuan would have been spent in vain.

After wiping his sweat, he walked toward the elevator.

The third floor of the Woxiang Fitness Club was the spa area; as a Black Diamond Member, Chen Fan could use it for free at any time.

There weren't many Black Diamond Members at this club. The annual fee was ninety-eight thousand yuan, and the services included a private locker room, an exclusive locker, free spa access, and a free light meal after every workout.

The elevator doors opened, and a faint scent of essential oils wafted toward him.

The corridor lights were warm yellow, several ink paintings hung on the walls, and dark carpets covered the floor, making his footsteps silent. The entire space was as quiet as another world.

"Good evening, Mr. Chen." The receptionist stood up, clearly recognizing him, with a professional yet friendly smile on her face. "Would you like me to make arrangements for you?"

"A soak in the hot spring, then a SPA," Chen Fan said.

"Certainly, this way please."

The staff member led him down the corridor and pushed open a wooden door. Inside was a medium-sized hot spring pool; the water was crystal clear, with curling steam rising from it, looking like a tranquil mirror.

Clean towels and bathrobes were placed by the pool, along with disposable underwear, all neatly folded.

Aromatherapy was lit in the corner, and a faint scent of lavender filled the air, making one relax unconsciously.

"This is your private bath. Please ring the bell if you need anything." The staff member stood by the door, not entering, leaving the private space entirely to the guest.

"Okay."

The staff member exited the room and gently closed the door. The sound of the wooden door closing was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something.

Chen Fan changed into the bathrobe and disposable underwear, tested the water temperature, and slowly slid into the pool.

The moment the hot water covered his shoulders, he couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The fatigue that seemed to seep out from the gaps in his bones was gradually dissolved by the warm water. The soreness of his muscles dissipated under the massage of the water flow, and he felt as if a shell had been removed from his body. He

leaned against the pool wall, his head resting on the jade stone at the edge, looking up at the recessed lighting on the ceiling. The halo of light became soft and blurred in the thick steam.

He closed his eyes, thinking of nothing, just letting his mind go blank for about ten minutes.

After the hot spring soak, the waiter called a therapist to give Chen Fan a SPA.

The technique was very professional, and the pressure was just right. From the back to the legs, every muscle group was attended to.

When the therapist massaged his shoulders, she whispered, "Mr. Chen, your muscles are in great condition. Do you exercise often?" Chen Fan, lying on the bed, gave a vague "Mhm" and didn't chat much.

After the whole process, Chen Fan sat up from the massage bed, feeling as if every pore in his body had opened up. He was refreshed, like a new person.

The exhaustion from two hours of high-intensity training had mostly dissipated by now, leaving only a comfortable, fully relaxed laziness.

He changed back into his own clothes, walked out of the spa area, and took the elevator down to the first floor. As he passed the front desk, the staff member bowed and said, "Take care, Mr. Chen." He nodded and pushed the door to leave the club.

...

In the blink of an eye, the seven-day National Day holiday ended.

Chen Fan also had to return to his campus life.

However, on the first day after the National Day holiday, he still didn't go to school. He had requested leave from his counselor, Counselor Shen Na, in advance, saying there was business at the company.

Counselor Shen Na didn't ask much and replied with a "Good" on QQ, crisp and concise.

Friday morning, October 8th.

At 9:30, he gathered several core employees in the conference room for a meeting.

Chen Fan walked in, sat in the main seat, and scanned the people present.

"Zhang Tao, you start by talking about the data for 'defend the carrot'."

"Alright, President Chen."

Zhang Tao cleared his throat, opened his laptop, and brought up a dense spreadsheet. He pushed up his glasses and began his report.

"As of yesterday, the iOS platform has 1.83 million downloads, and the android platform has 2.13 million downloads. The total across all platforms is about 3.98 million."

Chen Fan nodded. This number had multiplied several times compared to before the holiday, and the growth rate was faster than he had anticipated.

"What about the revenue from in-app purchases?"

"iOS in-app purchase revenue is 386,000 USD, and android in-app purchase revenue is 412,000 USD, totaling 798,000 USD. At the current exchange rate, that's about 5.4 million RMB." Zhang Tao paused and added, "However, this 5.4 million is gross revenue before the platform cut; after the cut, the net amount is about 3.7 million."

Chen Fan leaned back in his chair, his fingers lightly tapping the tabletop.

In less than twenty days, over 3.7 million in net income.

This performance in the 2010 global mobile gaming market could already be considered a dark horse.

Of course, there were mobile games on the market that made more money than 'defend the carrot', but those were basically products from large companies, backed by IPs, and promoted with huge budgets.

And 'defend the carrot'? It was a product from a small team with low costs and almost no marketing budget, relying on word-of-mouth and organic traffic.

Moreover, as the game's popularity continued to gain momentum, daily downloads and revenue were still rising.

"What's the conversion rate?" he asked.

"The iOS conversion rate is 4.3%, the android conversion rate is 3.5%, and the global average is about 3.8%." Zhang Tao flipped through the data, the cursor moving quickly across the spreadsheet. "The European and American markets are still the main force. The conversion rate in North America is close to 6.5%, contributing more than 50% of the total revenue. Over in Asia, the conversion rates in Japan and South Korea are much higher than domestically, but the volume is still relatively small."

Chen Fan nodded, mentally calculating.

"What's the situation with the domestic channels?"

"Domestically, we're using operator app stores. The revenue share is 70%, so we get about 900,000. Domestic revenue doesn't account for a high proportion, less than twenty percent."

Chen Fan gave an "Mhm" and didn't say anything more. The number of smartphones in China was still too low.

That was why he mainly focused on overseas markets.