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Upon hearing this, Song Mingxuan rolled his eyes: "PPT presentation competition? I say, Lao Xu, your understanding is a bit too one-sided."

He took his phone back, swiped to the details page, and continued reading.

"Look closely, this competition is divided into three stages."

"The first stage is the initial screening of the business plan. After passing that, the second stage is the roadshow presentation and Q&A session, where real investors act as judges and score the presentations."

"The third stage is the most ruthless. It gives you a virtual start-up fund and allows you to create a verifiable minimum viable product within three months."

"The final score is calculated by adding up the scores from all three stages; it's not something you can just do by standing on a stage and reading a PowerPoint presentation."

Xu Wenbin listened with his chopsticks in his mouth, his expression gradually changing from disdain to thoughtfulness.

Song Mingxuan pressed his advantage: "And look at the list of sponsors, Tencent, Alibaba, Gangyi... wow, even Jiang Sheng from the Jiang family?! Aren't these all top-tier companies and brands?"

"If we can win a prize in this kind of competition, it will be a great addition to our resume! When HR sees this during the fall recruitment season in our senior year, it will be a completely different story from when they don't see it at all."

Lu Ziang put down his chopsticks: "Old Song is right, this competition is indeed very prestigious, I think we can give it a try."

Having just shed his pretense these past few days, he feels much more relaxed and at ease.

Now is the time to find something serious to do.

Xu Wenbin was genuinely tempted by what these two had said, and he turned to Jiang Che: "Old Jiang, what's your thought?"

"The prize money is 100,000. Even if we split it among the five of us, each of us can get 20,000."

"The key point is that this kind of competition is highly prestigious. If you win a prize, you can negotiate a higher salary of 2,000 yuan when you look for a job."

Song Mingxuan chimed in, "Moreover, the entry requirements aren't high; anyone can participate as an undergraduate student, and a team can consist of three to six people."

"I looked at the winning projects from previous years, and most of them were lightweight products designed for campus scenarios. The technical threshold is not as exaggerated as we imagine."

Jiang Che put down his chopsticks and wiped his mouth: "Old Song, have you already decided what project you want to do?"

"Well..." Song Mingxuan smiled sheepishly, "I do have a rough idea, but it's not mature yet."

"Tell me about it." Jiang Che leaned back, adopting an attitude of listening attentively.

Su Qinghe also put down her chopsticks and looked at Song Mingxuan with curiosity.

Song Mingxuan cleared his throat and sat up straight: "I want to create a platform for the circulation of second-hand textbooks for college students."

"Now, every semester, students have to spend several hundred yuan to buy new textbooks, but after class, those books basically gather dust."

"If there were a platform that allowed senior students to sell their unused textbooks to junior students, it would not only save students money but also reduce resource waste."

Xu Wenbin frowned: "Isn't this just a second-hand trading group? Our school has had these kinds of WeChat groups for a long time."

"It's different." Song Mingxuan shook his head. "The problems with WeChat groups are chaotic information, no guarantee of transactions, and no after-sales service channels."

"You buy a book, and they say it's 90% new, but when you get it, it's almost full of notes. Who can you complain to?"

"My idea is to create a semi-closed on-campus circulation platform where all sellers and buyers are real-name authenticated by their student ID numbers, textbooks are graded and priced according to their condition, the platform provides transit warehousing and quality inspection services, and electronic vouchers are automatically generated after the transaction is completed."

Lu Ziang nodded thoughtfully: "This concept isn't new; several universities abroad are using similar systems."

"Yes, but this area is basically nonexistent in domestic universities."

Song Mingxuan got excited and unconsciously sped up his speech: "I checked the data. The average cost of new textbooks for undergraduates at Peking University is six to eight hundred yuan per semester, and it's even higher for graduate students."

"The entire school combined represents a market size of tens of millions annually."

"Moreover, this project requires little initial investment, so it can be piloted at Peking University first, and then promoted to other universities after the model is proven successful."

"If we can reach a cooperation agreement with the school's academic affairs office and obtain textbook order data, we can even do pre-order matching."

After listening, Jiang Che nodded approvingly: "That's great, Lao Song, a very good idea."

"But there's a problem."

Song Mingxuan looked at him nervously: "What's the problem?"

"The most crucial element of your model is the cooperation from the schools."

Jiang Che's tone was very serious: "Why should the Academic Affairs Office give you the subscription data? Why should the Logistics Department approve your warehouse? Why should the Student Union help you with on-the-ground promotion?"

"Without official endorsement, relying solely on the name of a student club to make these requests is unlikely to even get a response."

Song Mingxuan was stumped by the question.

Indeed, he had been focusing on product logic and business model, completely ignoring the biggest obstacle at the implementation level.

Opening up channels requires connections, and these connections are simply inaccessible to ordinary students.

"So this project needs someone who can get the school to sit down and talk," Jiang Che said calmly. "Like me."

Xu Wenbin immediately understood: "Damn, Lao Jiang, so he went through all that trouble just to show off here?"

Su Qinghe pursed her lips and chuckled to herself.

Song Mingxuan's eyes lit up: "You're willing to step in?"

"Nonsense." Jiang Che rolled his eyes at him. "My roommate wants to start a business. If I don't help, who will?"

"Besides, if this project is successful, it will also help Jiang Sheng Group recruit students from prestigious universities, which is a win-win situation."

"Then you'll be the captain?" Song Mingxuan asked tentatively.

"No." Jiang Che immediately waved his hand. "I'll just lend my name; you guys handle the details."

"At most, I'm responsible for things like negotiating partnerships and securing resources, which require me to be presentable."

"You handle operations, Lao Lu handles the tech, and Lao Xu will take care of marketing."

Xu Wenbin pointed to his own nose: "Wait, why am I the one doing the publicity?"

"Because you're the best at talking." Jiang Che said matter-of-factly, "Who just said they were getting depressed from acting? It's a waste not to use such good acting skills to campaign for votes."

"..."

Xu Wenbin's lips twitched involuntarily as he realized he had shot himself in the foot, but upon closer reflection, it didn't seem to make much of a difference.

Lu Ziang nodded: "I have no problem with the technology. I can handle the mini-program and the backend management system by myself."

"Then it's settled." Jiang Che picked up his phone. "Old Song, go back and work out the framework of the proposal. Give me the first draft by this Friday."

Jiang Che picked up a slice of tripe, dipped it in the hot pot a couple of times, and slowly put it in his mouth. After chewing, he asked, "Oh, by the way, when is the deadline for registering for this competition?"

"Next Friday," Song Mingxuan said.

"Okay, hurry up and submit it in the next couple of days, don't forget." Jiang Che put a slice of cooked goose intestine into Su Qinghe's bowl and said with a sigh, "It's good to have something to do since I've been free lately."

Su Qinghe looked up at him, her mouth still full of shrimp, and mumbled, "Then what can I do?"