Bai Lu got scammed, but I became a superstar through e-commerce.

The next day, when Qingxiao opened the Express Train backend, his finger paused on the mouse for a moment.

All keywords received a quality score of 10.

He stared at the numbers on the screen for several seconds, then slowly leaned back in his chair, finally beaming with joy.

The next step is the second stage of the Express Train campaign, which involves increasing click-through rates and creating best-selling products.

Then, the data curves for the next three days unfolded before his eyes.

On the first day, with a budget of 300 yuan, the ROI reached 2.1, resulting in 6 sales, an average order value of 99 yuan, and a total sales amount of 594 yuan.

The budget was increased to 600 on the second day, the ROI remained stable at 2.3, 14 orders were closed, and the total transaction amount exceeded 1,300.

A quality score of 10 means that the cost per click has decreased.

With the same budget, the number of clicks more than doubled.

Qingxiao clicked into the individual product data page.

The real-time numbers for that burgundy batwing-sleeved sweater were jumping.

Visitor count, add-to-cart count, and payment count—every single column is climbing upwards.

Yesterday, the daily sales of this single item reached 37 units, while five days ago, the number was zero.

He opened the order management page, and the order list scrolled down like a waterfall.

It's just past noon today, and we've already sold nearly twenty units of that single item. With the natural sales of other styles in the store, the total daily sales for the whole store are about to break fifty units.

Qingxiao leaned back in his chair and let out a long sigh.

Then he picked up his phone and sent Bai Lu a message: "Come and take a look."

Bai Lu replied quickly: "What are you looking at?"

You'll know when you get here.

Less than twenty minutes later, the door was pushed open.

Bai Lu was wearing a white sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and her hair was casually tied in a ponytail.

She was originally going to Binjiang to shoot a picture album today, but after receiving the news, she changed her plans and came here instead.

She still had half of her makeup on; her eyebrows were drawn, but she hadn't put on lipstick, and her lips were a little dry. It was obvious that she had rushed out the door.

"What are you looking at? Why are you being so mysterious?" She tossed her bag onto the pile of packages and moved closer to the computer.

Qingxiao didn't say anything, but simply switched the Business Advisor page to single-product data and turned the screen towards her.

Bai Lu took a closer look.

"This is..." Bai Lu blinked, "...that burgundy sweater?"

"Um."

Thirty-seven orders? Just today?

"I haven't finished yesterday's or today's runs yet."

Bai Lu brought his face even closer, his nose almost touching the screen.

She looked at each number one by one: visitors, add-to-cart, payments, conversion rate, average order value, looking at it again and again.

Then she straightened up, took a step back, and glanced at the product link on the screen again.

"OMG."

She turned to look at Qingxiao, her eyes wide open.

"Qingxiao".

"Um?"

"You've been working on Taobao for almost a year, and you've finally created your first best-selling product."

Her voice changed from surprise to excitement, filled with an irrepressible joy.

She slapped Qingxiao on the shoulder with considerable force, causing him to sway to the side.

"No, thirty-seven orders!" Bai Lu held up a number. "Thirty-seven orders in one day! How many did your whole store sell in a day before? Twenty or thirty? Now one item alone is selling thirty-seven orders!"

"Forty orders now," Qingxiao refreshed the page. "Three more just came in."

Bai Lu leaned over to take a look, and sure enough, the number of buyers who had paid had jumped to forty.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again.

Then she suddenly turned around, grabbed Qingxiao's shoulders with both hands, and shook him hard twice.

"You're amazing!"

Bai Lu's eyes were incredibly bright, filled with light.

"Is this what they call a viral hit?" She turned back to the screen, tapping the visitor count. "Over 1,300 people have seen this dress? In just two days?"

"It was brought about by the express train."

"Is the express train that powerful?"

"Once the quality score reaches 10, the same amount of money can buy more clicks."

Bai Lu clearly didn't understand what "quality score" meant, but she didn't care.

She stared at the number of items sold on the screen, her mouth slightly agape, as if she were seeing the store for the first time.

"Forty orders, ninety-nine yuan per item, that's... " She counted on her fingers, "Three thousand nine hundred and sixty yuan? Almost four thousand?"

"The gross profit is 60-70%, with 40 orders a day, and the daily profit per item is over 2,000. Of course, refunds are calculated separately," Qingxiao said.

Bai Lu's finger stopped in mid-air.

"Earning over two thousand a day?"

"Um."

"What about a month?"

"Sixty thousand or more. This is just a small hit product. This is the revenue and profit; refunds and other expenses haven't even been calculated in detail yet."

Bai Lu fell silent.

She looked at the screen, then at Qingxiao, then back at the screen.

Her expression shifted from excitement to a more complex emotion, a sense of awe that "you really can do it."

"You did it, Qingxiao, you finally succeeded! I'm so happy!"

Qingxiao remained calm: "This is just the beginning; it's not a success yet. Other people's best-selling products sell hundreds of units a day."

"No, in my eyes, you've already succeeded. Congratulations, you're amazing..."

"Then thank you for your recognition, Bai Lu."

Qingxiao looked at her and smiled slightly. It wasn't because of this order, but mainly because he was happy to see Bai Lu happy.

He turned on the printer.

The express delivery form printer was humming as it warmed up, and the blue indicator light was flashing.

He opened the Qianniu backend, selected all the orders for today, and clicked "Batch Print".

The printer started spitting out sheets of paper, one after another, white forms with black addresses and barcodes printed on them.

Qingxiao picked up the stack of shipping labels, tapped them on the table, and aligned them.

It was a thick stack, heavy in my hand, thicker than any other day.

"Starting today," he said, placing the shipping label in front of Bai Lu, "you stay here and pack for me."

Bai Lu was stunned for a moment.

"You don't need to frantically take on orders anymore," Qingxiao said. "You're running around three districts a day, changing a hundred outfits, and eating steamed buns on the bus."

"I'll pay back at least half of your 50,000 yuan deficit this month."

Bai Lu opened her mouth, her eyes crinkled, and she snapped out of her shock, adopting her signature playful and mischievous expression.

"good!"

She snatched the stack of shipping labels and held them in her arms.

"I feel perfectly justified in owing you money, hehe."

She pronounced the words "feeling at ease" slowly and proudly, revealing her cute canine teeth.

Bai Lu carried the shipping label toward the pile of packages, then turned back and waved to him, saying, "Go get your goods, I'll pack them."

Qingxiao watched as she squatted down, picked up the first express delivery bag, and started looking for clothes based on the order number on the waybill.

Her movements were still clumsy; it took her a while to find the corresponding style on the shelf. Then she clumsily folded the clothes, put them in bags, and sealed them, the tape wrapped around them crookedly.

Qingxiao turned and went out the door.

At 2 PM, Qingxiao rode his electric bike to Sijiqing.

He walked through the crowd, went up to the second floor, and turned into the stall at the end of the corridor.

Shuya was sitting inside.

Seeing Qingxiao, she put down the magazine, her eyebrows slightly raised: "Restocking again? Didn't you just get a batch a few days ago?"

Qingxiao didn't say anything, but took out his phone, opened the Qianniu backend, clicked on the single product data, and handed it to her.

Shuya took it and glanced at it.

The number of visitors was 1,300, the number of add-to-cart items was over 200, and the daily sales were 40 orders.

Her eyebrows went from being raised to being arched.

"That burgundy batwing-sleeved sweater?"

"Um."

Shuya glanced at the screen again, then handed the phone back to him.

"Amazing," she said, "you really beat me to a pulp."

She stood up, walked around from behind the table, and stood in front of Qingxiao.

The high heels clicked crisply on the tiled floor.

She was half a head shorter than Qingxiao, and she looked up at him with a slight smile on her lips.

"I thought you were just handsome."

She reached out and tapped his chest lightly with her index finger.

"I didn't expect you to be so capable."

The word "skill" was pronounced very lightly, with a slight, ambiguous smile.

Qingxiao neither backed down nor responded.

"Sister Shu," he said, "I'm taking three hundred pieces today."

Shuya's smile froze for a moment.

"three hundred?"

"Three hundred. Two hundred burgundy ones, thirty each of black, gray, and camel, and another fifty flannel shirts."

Shuya looked at him, and after a few seconds, she suddenly smiled.

"You little rascal," she shook her head, turned and walked towards the shelf, "are you really going to clear out this style of mine?"

She took all the remaining stock of that burgundy sweater off the shelf, folded them one by one, and put them into a woven bag.

Then I asked the girl at the stall to go to the back warehouse and bring out the other colors as well.

The woven bags were filled with three, bulging like three small mountains.

"Regarding the payment terms..." Qingxiao began.

"Sell it as you please," Shuya interrupted him without looking up, continuing to pack clothes into the woven bag.

After she finished, Shuya straightened up, dusted off her hands, and looked at him.

"Give it to me whenever you have the money."

Qingxiao remained silent for a moment.

"Sister Shu, thank you..."

"Don't thank me," Shuya waved her hand to interrupt.

"If you really want to thank me, then promote this design so that everyone on Taobao knows about it. Promote it so that everyone in Sijiqing knows that this sweater comes from Shuya Apparel. It's been a long time since I've had a best-selling item."

"OK."

Qingxiao bent down and hoisted the first woven bag onto his shoulder.

Three hundred sweaters filled three woven bags.

Each bag was almost half a person's height, bulging as if it were about to burst.

Qingxiao squatted down, grabbed the two corners of the first bag with both hands, lowered his waist, exerted force, and swung it onto his shoulder.

Shuya watched his back as he shouldered the bag. "Those muscles look pretty good. Young people are so energetic, that's great."

"Qingxiao, if you have time, come visit me more often."