Going home for the Chinese New Year with a year-end bonus of 100 million

Zhang Ming froze for a few seconds, then his eyes suddenly reddened.

He nodded vigorously: "Mr. Yang, I agree! I agree to everything!"

"Don't rush to thank me," Yang Fan said. "Starting a business is difficult, ten times harder than delivering food. You need to be mentally prepared."

"I'm not afraid!" Zhang Ming straightened his back. "No matter how difficult it is, I will make it happen!"

Yang Fan smiled: "Okay. Then go back and prepare, bring your ID card and bank card tomorrow, sign the agreement, and make the payment."

"Okay! Okay! Thank you, Mr. Yang! Thank you!" Zhang Ming bowed deeply, grabbed his helmet, and practically ran away.

Watching his figure disappear through the door, Xiaoya walked over and whispered:

"Bro, are you really going to invest in him? These food delivery platforms are so greedy these days..."

Yang Fan picked up his teacup: "Xiaoya, it's all about human effort!"

"But..." Xiaoya hesitated, "This Zhang Ming looks... too ordinary."

"And it's 100,000 yuan, what if he can't make it work?"

"Investing always involves risk," Yang Fan said, "but I trust my judgment."

He didn't mention the system; he just looked out the window.

Across the street, Zhang Ming got on his electric bike, put on his helmet, and merged into the traffic.

That blue figure, on the street in early winter, looked so ordinary, yet so resolute.

Yang Fan knew that this person had a lot of pent-up energy.

Sometimes, a strong drive is exactly what's needed for success.

……

The next afternoon, Zhang Ming arrived on time.

He changed into clean clothes; they were just ordinary jackets and jeans, but they were very clean.

He was holding a file bag containing copies of his ID card and bank card, as well as a handwritten supplementary explanation of his business plan.

Yang Fan asked him to sit down on the second floor and took out the prepared investment agreement.

The agreement is very simple, mainly consisting of the points I just mentioned:

An investment of 100,000 yuan is required for a 40% stake, payable in two installments, with financial transparency mandated.

Zhang Ming looked at it very carefully, reading it word by word.

After reading it, he picked up a pen and neatly wrote his name in the signature area.

"Mr. Yang," he said earnestly, looking up after signing, "I will not let you down."

"I believe you." Yang Fan put away the agreement.

"The first payment of 50,000 will be deposited into your account this afternoon. When can you start using it?"

"Right away!" Zhang Ming's eyes lit up.

"I have already contacted that computer science student, and he agreed to do it first. He will release the first version of the mini-program within a week after receiving the payment."

"I also found four rider brothers, and they are all willing to work with me."

"Pretty efficient." Yang Fan nodded. "What about the shops? How did you convince the small shops to join?"

"I've prepared this." Zhang Ming took out a list from the file folder:

"This is a list of more than 50 small shops around the university town. I visited them one by one, and 30 of them expressed interest."

"Once our platform is developed, they will be willing to give it a try."

He paused, then added, "And I plan to waive all fees for the first three months, only charging students for delivery."

"Once we've built up an equal amount of business, then we can discuss revenue sharing."

This is a clever idea—first offer discounts to increase the scale of operations.

Yang Fan had even more confidence in him.

"Okay, then let's do it your way," Yang Fan said. "Contact me anytime if you encounter any difficulties."

"good!"

After seeing Zhang Ming off, Xiaoya came over again: "Brother, did you really transfer the money?"

"Um."

"I still think it's a bit risky..." Xiaoya muttered.

Yang Fan looked at her and said seriously, "Xiaoya, you must remember—you can't judge a person by their appearance alone."

"Although Zhang Ming is now a food delivery driver, he has ideas, is hardworking, and takes his work seriously."

"These qualities are more valuable than those of many glamorous so-called entrepreneurs."

"Moreover," he paused, "investment is not just about investing money, but also about investing in people. I believe he can succeed."

Xiaoya nodded as if she understood, but didn't say anything more.

But she was still a little hesitant—was 100,000 yuan too much for a food delivery person?

……

A week later, Zhang Ming sent his first progress report.

The screenshots on WeChat show the first version of the mini-program interface.

Although it's rudimentary, it's fully functional: it includes a store list, product display, shopping cart, order placement and payment, and order tracking.

[Zhang Ming]: "Mr. Yang, the first version is finished! It's currently being tested!"

[Zhang Ming]: "We've already secured twenty shops, all of which are popular among students!"

[Zhang Ming]: "The rider team has expanded to eight people, five full-time and three part-time students!"

[Zhang Ming]: "The promotional posters are all designed; we'll start putting them up at school tomorrow!"

The text was followed by several excited emojis.

Yang Fan looked at his phone and smiled.

This speed is faster than I expected.

He replied, "Okay, keep moving forward. Pay attention to the testing process and make sure there are no problems with order placement and payment before officially launching."

[Zhang Ming]: "Understood! We are currently conducting internal testing, letting delivery riders and shop owners try it out, and fixing any problems we find immediately!"

Another week passed, and Zhang Ming sent a message:

[Zhang Ming]: "Mr. Yang, we're officially launching tomorrow! We've got a 'free shipping on your first order' promotion, and over a hundred students have already pre-registered!"

Yang Fan calculated the time—half a month from the time of the investment until now.

From idea to implementation in half a month.

This level of execution truly deserves the system's 9-point rating.

"Brother, look!" Xiaoya ran over with her phone that noon. "Someone at school is posting this!"

The phone screen displays a promotional poster for the "Campus Express" mini-program—a simple design with the following text:

"Exclusive delivery service to local shops in the university town, no platform fees, delivered to your dormitory for just 3 yuan."

Below is a line of smaller print: "First 1000 users get free delivery on their first order."

"Zhang Ming is really quick." Yang Fan nodded.

"I just tried it," Xiaoya said, "and our store is listed there! But we do takeout, so I didn't look closely."

Yang Fan opened his WeChat, searched for mini programs, and sure enough, found "Campus Express".

Once you click through, the interface is clean and the shops are clearly categorized—fast food, milk tea, fruit, snacks, convenience stores… Each shop has a simple introduction and menu.

He randomly selected a fried rice restaurant, added a portion of fried rice to his shopping cart, and the delivery fee was 3 yuan.

The payment interface supports WeChat Pay, and the process is smooth.

"Well done," Yang Fan commented.

While it can't compare to the sophistication of large platforms like Meituan and Ele.me, it's already quite good for a startup project.

More importantly, it has entered a niche market and solved the pain points of small shops not being able to afford to join large platforms and students wanting to order from nearby small shops but not being able to find channels.

This business has potential.