I control the AI ​​empire thanks to the geniuses in my group.

The two strolled into the classroom and found a secluded corner to continue discussing their business.

"How do we handle the printing?" After receiving assurances of tutoring, Zhao Zixuan became even more interested in Su Zhou's money-making venture and inquired about the details.

"Going to an outside print shop costs a few cents per page, and binding is extra. Besides, your notes are probably twenty or thirty pages long, so it would be quite a hassle to make the trip."

Su Zhou frowned.

He had calculated the costs last night. The cost wasn't high, but the problem was that once the volume increased, the number of trips to the printing shop would be too many, and his classmates would easily see it, making it difficult to keep it a secret.

Zhao Zixuan suddenly slapped his forehead: "I have a printer at home!"

Su Zhou looked up.

"It's a laser, the kind with double-sided printing. My dad uses it for his office, but my mom always complains that it takes up too much space."

Zhao Zixuan got more and more excited as he talked: "Binding is no problem either. My housekeeper is very skillful. Last time, she bound all the materials for my mom's book club one by one, and they were all neatly arranged."

"If you don't mind, come home with me after school. We'll transfer the documents, the machine will be running, and we'll bind them together with Auntie. It'll be quick and easy."

Su Zhou was tempted, but still asked, "Are printing supplies free?"

"Hey, my dad's company reimburses me for this stuff. We have a whole cabinet full of toner cartridges and paper at home, enough to last until next year."

Zhao Zixuan waved his hand dismissively, exuding an air of magnanimity: "I won't take your money."

"However, there is one condition."

Su Zhou raised an eyebrow.

"You should offer a free lesson for these notes. If everyone wants extra help from you, you have to give me priority and put me ahead of everyone else!"

Su Zhou said, "Each person will only receive one free lesson. Subsequent tutoring will require payment. As for your conditions, that's easy to discuss. You'll definitely get priority whenever you need tutoring in the future."

Zhao Zixuan handled the entire supply chain for him, from printing and binding to distribution. He only needed to focus on the most crucial step and use his brain.

This deal is a great one!

That evening, the advanced math class.

Ten minutes before class started, Zhao Zixuan arrived early, stood by the podium, cleared his throat, and shouted, "Everyone, listen up!"

The scattered chatter in the classroom immediately fell silent, and more than a dozen pairs of eyes turned to them.

Zhao Zixuan's performance yesterday is still the talk of the class. Now, his voice is even more effective than the teacher calling out his name.

"You guys asked me about Su Zhou's notes yesterday, right?" Zhao Zixuan put his hands in his pockets and started to act all high and mighty. "I've already talked to him about it."

"The electronic version is more complete than the handwritten one, and it includes optimal solutions to several variations."

"Five hundred and fifty yuan, one book, plus a free lecture by Su Zhou."

"Yes, register now, pay me first, and I'll deliver the goods after class the day after tomorrow."

As soon as he finished speaking, the classroom became lively.

"Five hundred and fifty? A notebook?"

"You call this a notebook? You're robbing me!"

"I've already taken the 600-yuan-per-hour class, so what's wrong with a 550-yuan notebook? Didn't they include a free class?"

"Exactly, you guys watched Zhao Zixuan explain that problem yesterday, that approach was totally worth the 550."

"Thinking ideas are something you should be grateful for if you can buy them with money!"

Before the murmurs had even died down, a chubby boy with black-rimmed glasses was the first to push his way forward, slinging his backpack over his shoulder and pulling out his wallet: "I want one! Brother Zhao, please register me, don't forget me!"

Once someone takes the lead, others immediately follow.

"Me too!"

"Count me in!"

"Zixuan, we're best friends, don't forget about me!"

While frantically collecting money and writing down names in his notebook, Zhao Zixuan had only one thought in his mind.

This money is fucking too easy to make!

He had originally thought he would have to put in more effort, but he didn't expect that this group of people would buy vegetables without much hesitation!

But upon closer examination, this actually makes sense.

In the cutthroat world of math olympiads, who hasn't paid tens of thousands of yuan in "intelligence tax" to those tutoring institutions that only take money and don't deliver results?

For a mere 550 yuan, you can buy a top student's thought process. Anyone who isn't stupid knows that this is an absolute steal!

What's more, you'll get to hear Su Zhou's explanation!

If you don't buy it, someone else will, and you'll be the one getting completely crushed in the exam tomorrow!

On the competition field, everyone is afraid of being outdone, which is why the others couldn't sit still once the chubby boy took the lead.

Thinking of this, Zhao Zixuan suddenly felt a sense of satisfaction.

Su Zhou's notes sold better than he had expected, which meant he had made the right choice in aligning himself with a powerful figure.

Following the right person is truly more important than anything else.

Ten minutes later, the advanced math class started on time.

Zhao Zixuan sat in his seat, seemingly listening attentively, but his mind was actually filled with the scene from just now.

Of the sixteen people in the class, excluding himself, there were fifteen potential clients, and eleven deals were closed in just a few minutes.

The conversion rate is 73%.

Hehe, any sales manager would cry and beg for mercy when they see this number.

As soon as the bell rang, Zhao Zixuan took out his phone without even putting away his books and opened QQ to send a message to Su Zhou.

"Brother Elbow! Big news!"

"Eleven! A total of eleven people paid!"

"Five hundred and fifty times eleven equals six thousand and fifty! Subtract the cost... Brother Guang, you're rich!"

After sending the message, Zhao Zixuan stared at the screen, waiting for Su Zhou's explosive reaction.

A few seconds later, the other party replied with a single word.

"Um."

Zhao Zixuan: "..."

Bro, are you a cool, aloof guy?

That's over six thousand yuan!

Aren't you even a little excited?

Su Zhou was indeed happy.

Six thousand and fifty yuan. After deducting Zhao Zixuan's commission and the printing and binding costs of zero, he can earn five thousand eight hundred and thirty yuan. This money comes cleanly and efficiently.

However, less than ten seconds into her joy, a real problem suddenly struck.

All eleven people paid for their notebooks; this was just the first step.

What happens after the notes are sold?

After reading the notes, these people will inevitably have a lot of questions to ask. Zhao Zixuan was a living example yesterday. He still got stuck on that question after reading the notes, and Su Zhou had to explain it to him step by step for forty minutes before he understood.

Zhao Zixuan alone lasted forty minutes.

What about eleven Zhao Zixuans?

Su Zhou leaned back in his chair and quickly did some calculations on a piece of draft paper.

Assuming each person spends an average of one hour on tutoring, eleven people would require eleven hours.

He could only squeeze out a maximum of three hours of his spare time each day, and he spent all of it tutoring others for almost four consecutive days. During those four days, his own learning progress came to a complete standstill.

This is just the after-sales service for the first batch of notes.

If he continues to produce new content, the snowball will grow bigger and bigger, and he will eventually become a full-time tutor.

The notebook itself is priced at 550 yuan, which is already within the psychological bottom line of these students' parents. It's unrealistic to raise the price any higher for a 13-year-old student without the halo of a famous teacher.

The model of making money by volume is destined to have thin profit per transaction, and he cannot spend a lot of time on one-on-one tutoring.

Therefore, there is only one solution: centralized instruction.

Gather all eleven people together, give a unified presentation, and all the problems will be solved at once.

As soon as this idea came to mind, Su Zhou immediately began to analyze the pros and cons.

The benefits are obvious: efficiency can be doubled. He only needs to prepare one lesson and give it once, and everyone benefits at the same time. Moreover, if he gives a good lesson, the positive feedback from eleven people will create a ripple effect, and the sales of the next batch of notes will only be higher.

Reputation is a subjective thing; if one person says it's good, it's a shill; if eleven people say it's good, it's a phenomenon.

But the downside is equally fatal: if the presentation goes wrong, one person might complain privately, but if eleven people think it's no good, it's like a public execution.

A reputation can crumble ten times faster than it can be built.

Su Zhou remained silent for a while, suppressing the thought in her heart for the time being, and did not mention it to Zhao Zixuan.

Some things need to be thought through before being said.

He put down his phone and looked at the flashing QQ icon.

Someone tagged him in group 42.

When I opened it, the message list was incredibly long.

[Leibniz: The eagle-riding master has been rather quiet lately, but what important matter has he been busy with?]

[Shannon: He hasn't been very active since he talked about that binary idea. Could he have been poached? @熬鹰战士]

[Turing: If a person does not output information for a long time, they are either accumulating or dying out; I lean towards the former.]

[John von Neumann: Turing, can't you speak like a human being?]

[Turing: He's probably busy.]

[Von Neumann: That settles it.]

Su Zhou looked at the conversation and a slight smile appeared on his lips. He switched to the chat and typed a line of text.

[Eagle Warrior: Sorry everyone, I've been really busy lately. I'm working on a batch of teaching materials to help students learn, and I've devoted all my energy to it these past few days.]

[Leibniz: Teaching? Brother Aoying is still teaching students? My apologies! Teaching and nurturing people is a truly meritorious act!]

[John von Neumann: No wonder he's been quiet lately, turns out he's been teaching. That's hard work, I really mean it.]

[Shannon: What makes a student so special that Su Zhou personally compiled the materials? He's incredibly lucky.]

Su Zhou looked at these replies with a subtle expression.

They clearly see themselves as senior researchers in a certain field, the kind of big shots who usually mentor students.

This misunderstanding existed from the beginning, and with his several high-quality posts in the group, it has become unbreakable.

correct?

It cannot be corrected.

If he were to say, "Gentlemen, I'm actually only 13 years old, just a little kid," the imagery would be comparable to a little kid in a school uniform suddenly bursting into an international academic conference.

The group will explode immediately.

Therefore, Su Zhou chose the safest strategy: to be vague and ambiguous, letting them fill in the blanks themselves.

There's never any need to worry about geniuses' ability to fill in the gaps.

Sure enough, Newton immediately followed up with a question.

[Newton: Master, what field do you teach? What level of students do you have?]