Please make money.

"..."

"So I will personally launch this phone... I will remake it, use the lowest price we can negotiate, the best supply chain components, the best designers we can hire, and build it with the mentality of building a flagship. I don't know what you will answer in 20 years, but if I were to answer, I hope it would be this."

"Is it necessary...and no matter how cost-effective it is, it is still very expensive."

"Very expensive? How expensive?"

"Um... the youth version is about twelve to fifteen thousand. I think the price is already very low."

"That's not enough. What I want to do is the taste of the Red Sea... You go and take care of the supply chain."

Alia weighed the A03 prototype, which was big and black, and said, "I want to lower its price to 699 yuan. Can I do it?"

"699—No, sis! Are you crazy?!"

Mr. Jing knew that the youth version would be very cheap, but he never dreamed that Alia would actually price it at 699.

"The market for feature phones and knockoff phones is now below 1,000 yuan. I want to sound the death knell for them and send them all to the grave of history!"

"But……"

"No buts, always believe that good things are about to happen——"

"..."

217-Alia! You betrayed capital!

Mr. Jing is a bit EMO.

He felt a little frustrated that he happily took credit for the results of his hard work, but Alia didn't take it seriously at all.

This feeling is probably like a child who has finally done his housework and is waiting for his parents to come back and praise him.

But the question is - have the children ever thought that their parents have done the same chores countless times?

For children, it is their own efforts, but for parents, it is just a daily routine.

Alia put down the 699 prototype and was about to say something when she heard a suppressed cry.

"...?"

A few people looked back and saw An Lele walking in, rubbing his shoulders, followed by a few strong men.

There was a guy who was supported by two other colleagues, and both of them comforted him with complicated expressions, telling him to be more positive.

As for why a grown man was crying like this, everyone looked down at his walking posture in the style of a sheep-claw, and the answer was self-evident.

Young Master Jing even squeezed his legs together nervously - is An Lele so cruel?

"Miss, it's done. These brothers are quite capable."

"Then stay and work with Ajing. Safety is still very important."

As she spoke, Alia asked An Lele to take out some cash, several thick stacks.

"Everyone, the Second Young Master has recruited you to do something. This is my gift to you. Thank you for your hard work."

The stack of money was placed on the table. It was not a large amount, but the style was very generous. Even Young Master Jing took a few more glances at it.

Alia pushed the money toward him: "Did you see it?"

"See—what?"

“This money.”

"I saw it."

Alia took out seven of them, then another twenty, then forty.

Seven sheets were stacked thinly, twenty sheets were already a little thick, and forty sheets were already a small pile.

"Now, do you see it?"

“…I see.” Young Master Jing was a little confused and thoughtful.

"If the money in your hand is not in your account, not in your card, not just a string of numbers, but has thickness, how would you feel?"

There is no doubt that Sister Jing is spoiled. The good sister who dotes on her sister never cares how much she spends and gives her as much as she asks.

Be it tens of millions or hundreds of millions, or even directly mortgaging the headquarters building for a loan due to a disagreement, they will do it without blinking an eye.

But one billion in cash is too much, so much that they are piled up together. It is more like an intuitive feeling of the Ai Group than an intuitive feeling of wealth.

Wow - they can come up with so much money - the Ai Group is awesome!

But when the cash is less, down to a normal consumption level, the situation seems to change again.

Sister Jing sat down, staring at the stacks of money, looking left and right, not knowing what she was thinking.

"We made mobile phones before. Your father, my uncle, made the cooperative machine for the business hall... What do you think of that machine?"

"Not very good, it's garbage." The second young master Jing raised his head: "But it's cheap - Sister, do you mean, there is a market for it?"

"Yes, and it's huge. Very, very huge, so huge that it's unimaginable."

"No way?" Young Master Jing was a little skeptical: "Buying a mobile phone, you can spend more money. Do you have to buy one that costs hundreds of dollars?"

"Ah Jing, how poor were you when you were at your poorest?"

"I……"

"You have never been poor, so you don't know. Your lack of money is just because your family doesn't give you money to squander."

"But a few thousand dollars is not considered a waste, right?"

"Of course not. If I give you a 24-month interest-free installment plan, you'd think it's free, right?"

"……really."

"That's the problem." Alia sighed. "Digital payment technology allows people to treat wealth as numbers, thus reducing the pain of payment. Real spending seems to have become a numbers game. Even advance consumption such as loans has become less scary. But do you know how poor the real consumers are?"

How poor are consumers? This sounds so counterintuitive—Jing Meimei really wants to say something.

But the almost subconscious rebuttal of "consumers cannot be poor if they want to consume" which, if the word order is changed, would become "are poor people also consumers?", could not be said.

In the end, he could only stammer and argue in a low voice: "But...but others are also selling...We are doing business, not charity..."

"We can make money, and we must make money to keep the business going, but there has to be something more than just making money."

Alia is not doing charity, she is just simply being clear-headed.

No one can be more clear-headed than a time traveler, not to mention that Alia is not an ordinary time traveler.

The future she saw was a terrifying one.

The social media platforms of the future have transformed the world into a global village, but what has not changed is the essence of life.

All the glamorous things are on the mobile phones, and people become restless when they see the splendor on the other side of the screen.

The simplest consequence of being restless is that you are no longer willing to go through each stage of life down to earth, but instead think about the rewards of the final stage.

A 15-year-old child fantasizes about having the freedom to dispose of the wealth of a 35-year-old adult, and a 22-year-old wants to directly own the wealth that a 44-year-old has worked hard for years to obtain.

But when all this fails to come quickly and they need to work hard, they will feel that they are failures and their life is so disillusioned.

Alia can't stop this disillusionment. She can't even get rid of the advent of the short video era and the social media that sells anxiety.

Her fighting power is at MAX, but human hearts never care about physics, so it’s useless no matter how good she is at fighting.

Alia took out a stack of money and placed it in front of Young Master Jing, tens of thousands of dollars.

Tens of thousands of yuan, is that a lot as a number?

But when the money was actually placed in front of him, Young Master Jing even found that he couldn't hold it with one hand.

“Consumption comes at a price.”

Alia handed the money to the bodyguards behind him, and each of them took a stack. The loyal bodyguards were very grateful and thanked her profusely.

“Have you ever installed a computer yourself?”

Several tough guys who normally don't even play games looked at each other and shook their heads: "No."

"Give me ten thousand dollars." Alia held out her hand to them.

The confused men handed her the money they had just received, a stack of ten thousand yuan.

"I have installed it before. People in the future will spend this much money on a graphics card, and many people will brag about it being worth it."

The stack of money rustled. It wasn't thick, but it made a snapping sound when it hit the table.

Young Master Jing blinked, as if thinking about what he thought graphics cards were worth.

More than 10,000? Is that thing that expensive?

Of course not—or rather, not originally.

Alia herself has forgotten when she first came into contact with DIY. She should be one of the earliest "cloud players".

I drool over the configurations in magazines and newspapers, and fantasize about having certain configurations when I become rich in the future.

In the earliest days, that thing was called a graphics accelerator card, with a graphics card on top and a separate network card on the bottom, and even an independent sound card.

At that time, a few hundred dollars or even one or two thousand yuan was already the price of flagship-level hardware, which was affordable for an ordinary working-class person.

Or why would a normal working person need to spend several months' salary to afford a so-called hardware?

Alia never thought that in the future she might only be able to save up one or two inconspicuous parts with her monthly salary.

When a flagship graphics card is sold for 12,000 yuan, and scalpers even add several thousand yuan to the price, and the market is still marketing it as a situation where supply exceeds demand, Alia knows that DIY is dead. It seems that it is still alive, but what is booming in the market are just stupid children who jump into the consumption trap one after another.

Run—silly boy—run!

By the same token, mobile phones are also a typical consumer trap, but their practical value does exist.

So the question is, is it worth it to spend this much money to buy a mobile phone?

A 30,000 yuan DIY PC will only be as good as a 10,000 yuan new machine in performance after three years.

A cell phone worth ten thousand yuan was hammered to the ground by a new phone worth three thousand yuan three years later.

Alia didn't want to be a monkey in the future, being called "Alia! Leifan!" by others.

Then the scalpers, the scalpers, the scalpers – who gets the money – it’s not her or the consumers anyway.

“Making money is hard, Jing, look at me—making money is hard.”

Young Master Jing looked at his sister. Her eyes were so deep, like the bottomless night sky, reflecting the starlight.

"You go to work part-time to earn money for your studies, work in a fast food restaurant, earn a dozen dollars an hour, eight hours a day to earn a hundred dollars, three thousand a month."

"..."

"If you don't eat or drink, you may not be able to afford a mobile phone in a month. Do you think money is easy to make?"

“…It’s not easy to make money.”

"The 699 phone is sold to them, to those who don't know much about phones but need them, and want them to be cheap and practical. It's sold to those young students who save money from their thrifty lives and dream of a big future, financial freedom, and wonderful things. It's sold to ordinary people who may have their wages swindled away by unscrupulous businessmen using junk products, and who will have to continue using junk products in the future while feeling distressed... We don't make money from them."

Arya is a traitor, a complete traitor.

From the first second she came into this world, rebellious blood flowed through her body.

She had betrayed her identity and position from the very beginning—she was a spy! A traitor! A traitor!

How could she betray capital like this?

She wanted to tear a hole in the web of consumerism that her peers had spent countless efforts to build.

Arya knew what she was doing—she even knew that the road would be extremely difficult.

Why don't you make money and even lose money?

Others are trying to grab the market and make more money in the future, but she would rather earn less for her dream.

How can she fight with her competitors in the future? Will her employees risk their lives to follow her when they only earn a few thousand yuan a month?

But this is never a question that Alia would think about, at least she is too lazy to think about it now.

She now needs something, something that can anchor the ideals or beliefs of the Electronic Sales Department.

There will be no shortage of making money, paying salaries, and improving welfare benefits - make something good, something that consumers really need.

We make whatever the people need!

Alia has already thought of her lines - she never makes money from the poor, so what can she get from the poor?