63: Chapter 63 Are You Crazy? Losing 5 Yuan Per Unit Sold, Su Qingxue: Let Technology Shine into Every Corner

The official Weibo of Guanghui Technology had completely fallen.

The spec sheet for the [Pioneer Youth Edition] became a target, drawing fire from the entire internet.

Paid tech bloggers, like hyenas smelling blood, attacked in a pack.

Naturally, there was pushing from competitors behind this.

Some even rushed to produce videos overnight, featuring a distorted photo of Su Qingxue on the cover, accompanied by striking red text: "Guanghui Technology: Young People's First Piece of Electronic Trash."

In the video, the well-known blogger "Old Wang of the Tech Circle" ranted enthusiastically:

"A 720P 'pixelated' screen? Am I supposed to look at my phone with a magnifying glass?"

"MediaTek P20? Brothers, the only advantage of this chip is that it saves power, because it lags so much you won't even want to use the phone!"

"3GB of RAM? Is Guanghui Technology clearing out ten-year-old inventory? How much are you selling this configuration for? Anything over 1000 is trash, right? President Su, being pretty doesn't mean you can treat consumers like fools!"

Negative comments surged in like a tidal wave.

Inside the president's office, the air pressure was terrifyingly low.

Secretary Wang Qiuge gripped her tablet tightly, watching the real-time scrolling of negative public opinion, her pretty face devoid of color.

Every insult on the screen felt like a slap in the company's face.

She was just a fresh college graduate; how could she have ever seen such a situation?

In her view, the company's brand reputation was collapsing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"President Su..." Her voice trembled, with a clear hint of crying: "Should we turn off the comment section?"

Even though she knew the company was deliberately releasing only the specs and not the price to build hype and let rival companies buy trolls to help market it.

Su Qingxue just looked calmly out the window, as if the storm outside had nothing to do with her.

This damn calmness was exactly the same as Lu Li's.

Was it something her husband had passed on to her?

"Tell the Marketing Department to release the price on Weibo and the official website!"

The next morning, at exactly eight o'clock.

Just when the internet's mockery carnival reached its peak, Guanghui Technology's official Weibo quietly updated with a poster.

No flashy renderings, no complex parameters.

On a pure black background, there were only three bright red, dripping numbers occupying half the screen:

[799 Yuan!]

A line of small white text below:

[Pioneer 1 Youth Edition, on sale tonight at eight, in stock.]

At this moment.

The previously noisy Weibo comment section suddenly went silent.

It lasted for a full five seconds.

Five seconds later, the volcano erupted!

"Holy crap??? Seven hundred and ninety-nine?! Am I seeing things, or did Guanghui Technology's operations team get drunk?!"

"799? A smartphone with Xingchen System and Xiao Dou AI for 799? Did Guanghui Technology rename itself to Guanghui Technology Charity?"

"Brothers above, stop cursing, stop cursing, I apologize for my comments yesterday! This trash, I'm definitely picking it up! Don't anyone fight me for it!"

"@Well-known Tech Blogger Old Wang, come out and take your beating! Didn't you say nobody wanted this trash? Now it's 799, isn't it sweet?"

The tech bloggers who had been jumping the highest and mocking the hardest saw their comment sections instantly overwhelmed by the "@" army and comments demanding they "come out and apologize."

The scene was at once comical and incredibly satisfying.

After all, the direction of public opinion doesn't change slowly.

It turns around instantly, directly crushing those haters and bloggers who hadn't managed to delete their posts yet.

In the face of this price, the so-called "low specs" instantly became a "god-tier value phone."

October 24th, exactly 8:00 PM.

The links for the [Pioneer Youth Edition] went live on the Guanghui Technology Mall and major e-commerce platforms.

One second.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

The originally red "Buy Now" button instantly turned gray.

[Sold Out]

At that moment, the server's data peak made the backend engineers think they were under a hacker attack.

Deep night, heavy rain.

In a rental apartment in a corner of the city, a delivery guy who had just finished his last order wiped the rainwater from his face.

He looked at the old phone screen, shattered like a spiderweb, which displayed "Order Payment Successful."

He grinned, revealing a mouthful of cavities, and chuckled foolishly.

Then, he dialed a number, shouting loudly:

"Dad! I bought you a new phone, a smartphone! From now on, whenever you want to see your grandson, we can video call anytime!"

On the other side, a university dormitory.

A boy who only dared to eat two steamed buns per meal silently exited the purchase interface amidst the frustrated wails of his roommates.

He opened his photo album.

In the photo, his father was wearing reading glasses with one broken leg, struggling to decipher the rice-grain-sized text messages on his senior phone.

The boy rubbed the cold screen, his throat tightening.

"Dad, from now on, you won't have to bother Uncle Li next door to read the news or play chess."

President's office.

Secretary Wang Qiuge held the sales data report, her voice trembling with excitement:

"President Su! It's crazy! Everyone's gone crazy!"

"The initial stock of 500,000 units, three seconds! Only three seconds! All sold out in a flash! The out-of-stock registration has already exceeded eight million!"

After saying this astonishing figure, the excitement on her face quickly faded, replaced by deep worry.

She swallowed, her voice dropping low:

"But... Finance just calculated it. With the BOM cost of this phone plus channel logistics, for every unit sold, we lose at least 5 yuan."

"The more we sell, the worse the loss. President Su, what are we aiming for?"

Su Qingxue walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the lights of thousands of homes gradually lighting up outside, a faint yet incredibly moving smile curling at the corners of her lips.

She looked at Secretary Wang Qiuge, her mind conjuring the image of that man lying on the sofa, operating a game controller while casually saying those words.

She lifted her chin slightly, her eyes sparkling with a brilliance never seen before:

"Qiuge, Lu Li once said something to me."

"He said that in this country, there are still six hundred million people with a monthly income of less than one thousand."

"Guanghui Technology needs to do more than just make money."

"We must let the light of technology shine into every corner forgotten by high prices, and land in the hands of every common laborer."

Secretary Wang Qiuge stood rooted to the spot, as if struck by lightning.

She looked at Su Qingxue, feeling that this usually aloof president now possessed a charisma that made one want to bow down in worship, as if she were coated in a layer of holy light.

At this moment, she finally understood the true intention behind this move.

One week later.

A video titled #Grandma's Smart Little Helper# quietly went viral on Douyin.

The video quality was terrible, the camera shaking violently; it was clearly handheld.

The background was an adobe house in the mountainous region of Yunzhou, the walls blackened by smoke, and an old color TV with a green-tinted, aging cathode ray tube sat on the table.

In front of the camera, a silver-haired grandmother was trembling as she held the white Pioneer Youth Edition.

The old woman's eyes were cloudy, a sign of early-stage Alzheimer's.

She was somewhat at a loss, her fingers, dry as tree bark, not daring to touch the screen for fear of breaking this "precious item."

"This... how do I work this..."

She spoke to the phone in a thick Yunzhou dialect that was almost like a foreign language, asking indistinctly:

"That... child... where... where did I put that... bottle of white pills?"

In the video's comments, there was a chorus of sighs.

[Can't understand, completely can't understand.]

[This is the hardest-to-understand Yunzhou mountain dialect; never mind the phone, even I, a local, find it hard to listen to.]

[Sigh, for the elderly, smartphones are just bricks.]

Just when everyone thought the phone would pop up with a "Sorry, I didn't catch that" prompt.

The screen suddenly lit up with a soft light.

A crisp, clean, slightly playful child's voice came clearly from the speaker:

"Grandma, your blood pressure medication is in the second drawer of the nightstand. Remember to take it half an hour after a meal, one pill at a time."

Countless netizens in front of their screens felt their scalps tingle!