Midnight in winter, the cold rain is dripping, and it is bitingly cold.

There are still 16 minutes left before the 11th. The spacious hall on the first floor of Hailong Building is surrounded by heaters and crowded with people.

Not only the staff of Feigou.com, but also the media from Yanjing and Shanghai were invited to gather here.

"Yanjing Morning News", "Yanjing Evening News", "Yanjing Youth Daily", "Xinmin Evening News", "Liberation Daily"...

"Wow, wow, more than 10 media outlets."

Meng Meijing followed Bian Zhihong, shuttled among the crowd as "Sanlian Life Weekly", and kept sighing:

"How much does it cost for carriage and horse transportation?"

"People have great careers, but they still care about these things."

Bian Zhihong looked around. The two-story turntable in the center of the hall was filled with a variety of snacks, drinks, cakes and snacks.

Ahead, beyond rows of criss-crossed plastic chairs, there is a large stage with a red carpet, bright lights, and a huge LED display that scrolls through Double Eleven themed pictures.

There are 4 camera positions on the left and right sides, shooting 180 degrees without blind spots, and will operate simultaneously with the satellite vehicle outside the building later.

This scene doesn’t even exist in the Spring Festival Gala. I’ve never seen it before!

The two of them, the master and the disciple, have witnessed with their own eyes that Mr. Lu started from a humble beginning, from nothing to something, from small to big, from weak to strong, and reached the highest level step by step.

"Teacher Bian, doesn't the Optoelectronics Bureau prohibit illegal leasing and transfer of radio and television broadcast time slots? Why can it be broadcast live for Feigou.com?"

Meng Meijing looked around and asked quietly.

"This is Mr. Lu's cleverness and strength. He cooperated with Yanjing TV in the name of special programs. Anyway, it is the midnight period and there is no ratings."

Teacher Bian looked up and saw everyone at Feigou.com wearing uniform red vests with Double Eleven printed on the front and the company's logo on the north side.

In the vast sea of ​​people, this hot man stands out from the crowd.

"Confirm again one last time to ensure that the Led screen can receive data in real time and the delay is controlled within 10 seconds."

Lu Fei and the director team checked every detail of the scene. When they confirmed that everything was correct, the countdown started on the display screen.

10 minutes!

In an instant, the media slowly took their seats, and the atmosphere was tense and solemn.

"A Fei, the statistics are out."

Xu Lei walked in a hurry and approached him like the wind, "Because the transaction volume is dynamic, it can only be intercepted up to 11 o'clock."

"That's enough. The main thing is to let us have some peace of mind."

Lu Fei glanced at the statistics table with a relaxed expression, focusing on the finale and the stage.

lmusic2, the total number of pre-orders is 81,200 units.

fantasy2, the total number of pre-orders is 173,400 units.

The total number of pre-orders for each model of Shenzhou Computer is 187,100 units.

The total number of broadband subscribers of China Mobile, China Telecom and China Unicom is 134,600...

"The transaction volume this time is conservatively estimated at eighty-nine billion. There is a slight possibility that it will exceed one billion, but this probability is not high to be honest."

Xu Lei couldn't control his emotions and spoke excitedly.

"People must have dreams, and the Internet must dare to dream!"

Lu Fei rubbed his mouth, "How about we make a bet? I bet it can break 1 billion this time."

Xu Lei said happily: "Okay, what's the bet?"

"Hey, if you win, give me another bottle of tiger bone wine."

"Did you drink up half the bottle I gave you last time? Brother, you have to take care of your body. You are overdrawn at a young age. In the future..."

"roll!"

Lu Fei rolled his eyes, "I'm keeping that half bottle, I'm just planning for the future."

Xu Lei laughed and agreed. Even if he lost the bet, he didn't want to ask for much. He just wanted an idea and would save some money with a few friends.

As the two clapped their hands and made a contract, the host took his place on stage.

Both men and women are from Yangma. Cross-stage hosting is originally prohibited by Yangma, but there are special circumstances.

The man is Sabei Ning, an old acquaintance.

The woman, named Li Hong, hosts "Cross the Strait".

Xu Lei was stunned for a moment by such intellectual beauty.

He murmured: "A Fei, my brother seems to be in love."

"I can see that if you take your pig brother away, your saliva will flow out."

Just after Lu Fei made a joke, he saw the director team starting to make gestures and immediately stopped talking.

With the sound of "start", the whole place fell into silence.

Sabei Ning and Li Hong made opening remarks together, reporting on Feigou.com’s performance during last year’s Double Eleven, and their words were filled with rainbows.

“Now I’d like to invite Lu Fei, Chairman of Feigou.com, to come on stage!”

"Hello Xiaosa, hello Li Hong."

Mr. Lu stepped on the BGM of "God of Gamblers", dressed in a suit and leather shoes, and walked out in style, standing in the middle of the hosts.

"Mr. Lu, on Double Eleven in 2002, the transaction volume of 100 million shocked the whole country, but Feigou said that it did not show its true strength and only had 10% of its capabilities."

Li Hong cast an admiring look: "So this time, can you show your full strength?"

"If you try your best, you can only achieve 30%."

"Why is it only 30%?"

"Because of logistics problems and payment problems..."

Lu Fei followed the script and explained the reason. The time on the LED screen behind him was accurately stuck at one and a half minutes.

Sabei Ning asked: "10% is 100 million, how much is 30%?"

"One billion!"

Lu Fei stretched out a finger and spoke decisively.

As soon as he finished speaking, it was like a thunderbolt that exploded in a silent place. The whole audience, staff, media reporters, including the host on the stage, were all burnt on the outside and tender on the inside.

1 billion? Impossible, absolutely impossible!

Everyone whispered among themselves, doubting more than believing.

Mr. Lu, why don’t you follow the routine?

Sabei Ning couldn't help but smile bitterly. The line clearly said "500 million", but out of the corner of his eye he noticed that his partner Li Hong was as numb as if she had been struck by lightning.

"Okay! Then let us wait and see whether Mr. Lu's small goal of 1 billion will be achieved?"

Lu Fei then walked to a device packaged as a start button. At this moment, the screen on the big screen instantly switched to an animation of a clock, with the second hand moving second by second.

Baimengshu

"Now let's count down by 5, five! Four! Three! Two! One!

"

Sabei Ning said loudly: "Double Eleven has officially begun!

"

Lu Fei immediately pressed the button. In fact, it couldn't be pressed at all. It was just a fake prop. Do you understand the sense of ritual?

I saw the display screen switching to a new screen smoothly, a cartoon machine like a slot machine, a series of 10-digit "0", and suddenly, there was a change.

In 9 seconds, the transaction volume exceeded 1 million.

"What the fuck?" Xu Lei felt something was wrong.

In 3 minutes and 22 seconds, the transaction volume exceeded 10 million.

The constantly beating numbers were sparkling, and the rays of light blinded all the media in the audience. They stretched their necks one by one, looking intently, forgetting to record, forget to think, and forget the time.

At 17 minutes and 57 seconds, the eye-catching and huge "50 million" transaction volume was pierced in front of everyone's eyes, and they were completely dumbfounded——

Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?

"What the hell! What the hell!"

Xu Lei, like everyone else, couldn't sit still and jumped up from his chair excitedly. In less than half an hour, the data was already half of last year's transaction volume.

"Old Xu, is there any chance of 1 billion now?"

Lu Fei seemed calm, but his hands were shaking slightly.

"Yes, Gulu, yes, yes, yes, too much!"

Xu Lei felt that his brain was deprived of oxygen and his legs were weak. He could only hug Mr. Lu to stand still, "How about we seal a small red envelope? One or two hundred would be nice?"
To be continued...