Rebirth: Super Banking System

Chapter 1956: Chapter 1780: Experience Class

Hotel.

Tea House.

The two bosses were chatting.

“Mr. Wang, are you planning to cooperate with them?”

“I’m considering it.”

Research and development.

A tough issue, primarily fearing that the effort would go to waste and that it would be hard to recruit talent. If entrusted to a strong research institution and paid based on results, it would save a lot of trouble.

Set targets.

Achieve them.

Get paid.

If not achieved, then continue the research. Anyway, I’ve put the conditions here; I don’t care about the process, only the result. I pay the money, you put in the effort, and the results can be either exclusive or shared.

Perfect.

“I am too, preparing on two fronts to test if it’s really amazing. However, Tang Qing played this beautifully, with the largest domestic technology transaction, research, and conversion platform.”

“A peak at debut.”

“This phrase…”

It’s a bit ambiguous!

Upon hearing it,

The person in front quickly explained:

“What I mean is, upon debut, already at the peak, and others can’t replicate it unless both academies come forward to establish a similar platform. Only with their appeal can they surpass Smart Space.”

“Will the two academies do it?”

“It’s quite likely.”

“Why?”

“Mainly because the technology is too sensitive.”

“Makes sense.”

“But I believe that even if both academies get involved, it’s impossible for Smart Space to go out of business. Tang Qing’s thinking is closer to the market, while the academies’ technology is likely to serve state-owned enterprises more.”

Background.

Determines preferences.

…

On the other side.

Qingyan City.

Hummingbird Warehouse in Qingyan.

“So sore.”

Qin Shiqi’s hands were sore. It was the weekend, and the school had arranged an experience class to work at Hummingbird Warehouse for a day, tagging along with old employees, picking goods, packing them, and then placing them on the conveyor track.

Today.

Was the first day of shipments from Hummingbird Warehouse.

Very busy.

There were two large warehouses in the province, one in the capital and another in Qingyan City, each responsible for half of the province’s market. Since it promised same-day or next-day delivery, the order volume on this first day exploded.

Orders came in.

Goods were picked.

Packing was done.

Almost no breaks.

“I wish I could come every day.”

Next to her.

A male classmate laughed and said, working with great enthusiasm because there was a wage, and a day’s experience plus a stipend could reach one hundred yuan, almost a week’s worth of meal money.

“Wishful thinking, this is for experience, not part-time work.”

A female classmate said.

Then.

Raised her voice a bit.

“This won’t do, it’s too big.”

As she spoke.

She took a smaller box from the side, put in some cosmetics, and padded it with an airbag; saving on boxes is saving on costs, working one day, acting as manager for a day.

Upon confirmation.

Aim properly.

The female classmate stuck the order in the center.

“Mmm.”

Right in the center.

Aligned.

Her mild OCD made her very satisfied with her masterpiece. Then she placed it on the conveyor, surprised by the automated sorting system. Once the items were placed, it automatically found the vehicle.

It’s hard to make a mistake.

Afterwards, online shopping will be blessed.

The school is nearby, quickly, it would only take half an hour. At this moment, they personally experienced the efficiency and significance of such a logistics warehouse, and, thinking of this, their hearts felt a bit distressed.

The teacher had said.

This experience wasn’t free.

After returning.

Each person had to write a thousand-word experience report, which would be included in the credits. Over the two-plus months of formal classes, and including this, they had three experience classes, the first of which was related to the Sky Eye.

Learning.

A full day.

With employees from Sky Eye, listening to a professor’s lecture.

The key point was.

They even understood it because the professor used case studies to break down commercial behaviors into pieces and explain them one by one. What was initially very professional sounded quite interesting.

Afterwards.

They learned that this professor charged ten thousand per class. For just that day, their appearance fee plus stipend was fifty thousand yuan. Hearing this, they felt they had struck it rich.

As a result.

They eagerly looked forward to the next opportunity to benefit.

Each major.

The experience classes were different, but they were all not disliked by the students. They gradually adapted to Yantang University’s training method, and over four years, dozens of experience classes could enrich their lives.

Half an hour later.

“Students, the experience class is over. Please check your personal items, don’t forget to take them, and of course, don’t take more than you should.”

The teacher called out loudly.

“So soon?”

“Can’t bear to leave.”

“Not tired?”

“One look at the cosmetics on the shelves and I’m not tired.” A female student said nostalgically. The first batch that entered Hummingbird Warehouse included all major city brands, generally too expensive for students.

Not affordable.

“Shiqi, let’s go.”

Same class.

A girl who was also a classmate in high school came over. In the new class with no fixed seats, old classmates gathered together, and Qin Shiqi’s identity made people unwittingly want to get close.

It’s only human nature.

To this day.

Qin Shiqi’s identity hadn’t spread at the school.

“Let’s go.”

Tidied up.

Leaving the warehouse.

“Teacher, when will the wages be paid?” a male classmate couldn’t help but ask.

Upon hearing it.

The teacher looked at him, “It’s only the middle of the month, and you’re out of money?”

“Just asking.”

“Same as last time, submit the experience report, and it’ll be issued on the first of next month,” the teacher explained. Such experience classes were subsidized by the school, and Hummingbird didn’t pay wages, which would be a hassle to account for.

Over four years.

The school arranged nearly thirty experience classes.

Some long, some short.

At various stages of their studies, each was different. In their first year of the first semester, professional courses had barely begun, so mainly they were taken around to do small things.

Over four years.

The teacher firmly believed.

It’s hard to say what abilities these students will have, but it will make them unforgettable for life. At least there aren’t many schools where even ’cooking,’ ’swimming,’ and ’embroidery’ have become rewarding skills.

Within the school.

Cooking Club.

Fifty home-cooked dishes.

Ten yuan each.

Knowing them all gets you five hundred yuan, and many students take on the challenge with delight. They are divided by grade, not allowing a full year to pass at once. In the first year of the first semester, only six dishes can be tested. Once passed, there is also a corresponding certificate.

There are various skills.

Thus.

The school gradually developed a ’collection of certificates’ trend. Passing CET is tough, national certificates are also difficult, but these life skills certificates have a low difficulty and are practical, making them extremely appealing.

“Congratulations XX students, for being the first-place winner of the XX technology in the 2008 class of Yantang University, let’s all throw flowers for him,” accompanied by two big smiling faces.

This certificate.

Isn’t heavy.

But it feels more personal than a national certificate. When you get old, some certificates can only be buried in the drawer, while some can be displayed outside, and each glance is an unforgettable memory.

Moreover.

These certificates have an interesting aspect, which is the last sentence, almost none are the same. Previously, the second practical course was about having all teachers and students from the whole school think of different diploma endings.

“Classmate, you actually stole my number X.”

“Indignant.”

“Congratulations.”

“Would you like to be friends?”

“The hundredth, treat us, my phone number is XXX.”

“…”

Countless strange endings.

Whoever wrote the ending.

Whoever awards the prize.

The teachers couldn’t help but envy, thinking, why wasn’t it this fun when I was in university?