pjbooks Chapter 415 Do You Like Children?
Chapter 415 Do You Like Children?
Consciousness enters the system.
The screen switched, and a folder appeared in front of him.
The folder contains complete code packages, database design plans, front-end and back-end interface documents, test cases, deployment plans, and even script templates for operational activities.
The complete solution for WeChat red envelopes from the previous life, download with one click, and use it immediately.
Lu Ran downloaded the code package to his local machine, exited the system light screen, opened the remote control software on his mobile phone, and directly connected to a backup server in the company's technical department.
This server was specifically reserved for his own use, to do things that were inconvenient to do on the company computer.
He unzipped the code package and quickly browsed through the core code.
The logic is not complicated; the core is a random allocation algorithm—when a user sends a red envelope, setting the total amount and the number of envelopes, the system generates corresponding random amounts in the background, ensuring that the total amount does not exceed the limit, each red envelope contains money, and the amounts are distributed within a certain range.
The code is written very cleanly, with more comments than code, and each line explains "why it should be written this way".
After confirming that everything was alright, Lu Ran sent Zhao Yiming a message: "Yiming, are you at the company?"
Zhao Yiming replied instantly: "Yes. Just finished eating dumplings, currently monitoring the server."
"Do me a favor. I'll send you a code package. Just add it directly to TUTU's payment module. You don't need to change anything, just add it. After you're done, turn on a configuration switch in the backend, test it internally first, and if there are no problems, then go live."
Zhao Yiming sent a question mark: "What is it?"
"Lucky red envelopes. A user sends a red envelope, setting the total amount and the number of envelopes. Others then randomly distribute the money when they try to claim it. It's not the current method where everyone gets the same amount; it's random. Some people might get 99 yuan, while others might get only one cent. It's all about luck."
Zhao Yiming sent another question mark: "This feature... you just wrote it?"
"Never mind who wrote it. Just tell me if I can add it."
"Sure. It's just a matter of adding a patch. But you have to let me take a look at the code first, just in case there are bugs."
"I've already looked at the code, and there are no bugs. You can look at it or not, but if you're still worried, you can take a look once."
Zhao Yiming sent a "Boss is awesome" emoji and said, "Okay. I'll look at it now. I'll let you know after I'm done."
Lu Ran sent the code package, closed the remote control software, and put his phone away.
Shen Yuege stood to the side, holding a sparkler that hadn't been fully lit, and wrote words in the air.
She wrote the character "陆" (Lu), and the golden sparks lingered in the night sky for less than a second before going out, but she wrote it very carefully, stroke by stroke.
"What are you writing?" Lu Ran asked.
"Write your name. Can't you see it?"
"I saw it. It's beautifully written."
"Of course. I practiced calligraphy when I was a child."
Lu Ran took a sparkler from the bag, lit it, and wrote the character "Shen" next to the character "Lu" she had written.
The two names hung side by side in the night sky, their golden sparks twinkling like two stars very close together.
The surrounding crowd began to disperse.
The fireworks and firecrackers were all gone, leaving behind red paper scraps and empty firework tubes scattered all over the lawn.
The children were being led home by their parents. Some were so sleepy that they could barely keep their eyes open and were staggering as they walked. The sparklers in their hands were still burning when the adults snatched them away and threw them into the trash can.
Several young people were taking pictures on the lawn, striking various poses, their phone flashes clicking.
Lu Ran and Shen Yuege put the remaining fireworks into a bag and carried it all the way to the building entrance.
When he got downstairs, Lu Ran looked up at the window of Shen Yuege's room on the third floor. The light was on, and the curtains were drawn tightly. He looked up one more floor and saw that the light was also on on the fourth floor, which was Shen Zhiwei and Chen Huixian's bedroom.
The two went upstairs, pushed open the door and entered the house. The lights in the living room were still on, but the TV was off.
Priscilla Chan was washing dishes in the kitchen, the tap running.
Shen Zhiwei sat on the sofa, a cup of tea that had gone cold on the coffee table in front of him. He leaned back against the sofa, his head tilted to one side, his breathing even, clearly asleep.
"Dad, go upstairs to sleep." Lu Ran walked over and gently nudged Shen Zhiwei's shoulder.
Shen Zhiwei opened his eyes, looked around in confusion, then slowly stood up and, holding onto the handrail, went upstairs step by step.
Halfway there, he turned back and said, "Xiao Lu, Happy New Year."
Happy New Year, Dad.
Priscilla Chan peeked out from the kitchen, saw Shen Zhiwei go upstairs, and then pulled her head back in.
The tap was still running, and she was washing very carefully, scrubbing each bowl inside and out, and then checking it against the light to make sure it was clean.
Shen Yuege went to help in the kitchen, while Lu Ran went upstairs alone.
Back in his bedroom, he changed his clothes, lay on the bed, and glanced at his phone.
The work group chat has gone completely crazy; there are simply too many messages to keep up with.
Zhao Yiming sent a message in the group: "The 'lucky draw' red envelope feature is now online! Internal beta version! Everyone come and try it!"
Then he sent himself a 100-yuan red envelope, divided into ten portions, which were all snatched up in less than a second.
Xiao Yang got the most, 43.7 yuan. Lao Wang got the least, 3 cents.
Old Wang sent a crying emoji in the group chat, with the caption: "Zhao Yiming, did you do this on purpose? Did you hardcode it in the code so I'd get the fewest points?"
Zhao Yiming replied, "Brother Wang, you've misunderstood. This allocation is random; it's purely a matter of probability. Why don't you try again?"
Old Wang grabbed three more red envelopes, the smallest being one cent and the largest being five yuan and twenty cents.
He was silent for ten seconds in the group chat, then sent a message: "This feature is addictive. I can't stop using it."
Lu Ran looked at the messages in the group chat, a wide smile playing on his lips.
He then turned on the new phone that Shen Zhiwei had given him, registered a new WeChat account, logged into the TUTU backend, and found the "Payment Management" section in the system settings.
Zhao Yiming has already added the lucky draw red envelope feature, and the configuration switch is on. The testing scope is all employees.
The significance of this feature goes far beyond simply sending red envelopes.
Users who want to send red envelopes must bind their bank cards.
Once a user links their card, TUTU will have a payment account system.
With a payment account system, you can do so much more—transfer money, pay bills, manage finances, apply for loans, and insure—each of which represents a trillion-dollar market.
He knew all too well how brilliantly he had fought the WeChat red envelope battle in his past life.
In the days surrounding the Spring Festival, the number of bank cards linked to WeChat Pay through its red envelope feature surpassed the number accumulated by Alipay over the past eight years.
Eight years versus a few days—that's the power of function, that's the power of scenario.
But that was in a previous life.
Although all the world's platforms offer red envelopes, neither WeChat nor Alipay has a "lucky draw" red envelope feature.
Whoever makes it first will be able to seize the market.
If TUTU has this feature, then TUTU has an opportunity.
Of course, this is all predicated on users being willing to use it.
But he wasn't worried about that.
Once you start playing the lucky draw for red envelopes, you can't stop.
It's not about the few dollars; it's about the sense of accomplishment from grabbing the most.
He put his phone on the bedside table and turned over.
Shen Yuege pushed the door open and came in. Her hair was already dry, and she had changed into a light pink nightgown with a white lace trim around the neckline.
She closed the door, walked to the bedside, lifted the covers, and lay down.
The mattress shifted slightly, and Lu Ran moved aside to make room for her.
"What are you looking at?" she asked.
"Watching people grab red envelopes in the group chat."
"How much did you manage to snag?"
"I didn't grab it. I was the one who sent out the red envelope."
Shen Yuege turned to look at him, a hint of doubt in her eyes: "You sent it? Aren't you the stingiest person?"
"It's Chinese New Year today. Don't be stingy during the New Year."
Shen Yuege was speechless at his answer and didn't reply.
She stared at the ceiling for a while. The curtains weren't fully drawn, and a light shone through, casting a thin yellow line on the ceiling.
Neither of them could fall asleep.
The sound of firecrackers outside the window hadn't stopped yet, sporadic and intermittent, as if drawing a drawn-out period to this lively night.
"Lu Ran," Shen Yuege suddenly spoke.
"Um?"
"Do you think we'll still be in Shanghai for New Year's Eve next year?"
"Yes, I'm here. Your parents are here, my company is here, where else could we be but in Shanghai?"
"And the year after next?"
"Also there."
"And the year after next?"
"Yes, I am here. What exactly do you want to ask?"
Shen Yuege paused for a moment, then turned over to face Lu Ran.
She didn't come closer; there was a fist's distance between them.
"Can I ask you a question?" Shen Yuege asked after seemingly thinking for a long time.
"What's the problem? Ask away!" Although Lu Ran noticed that Shen Yuege's tone was strange, he didn't think much of it.
Do you...like children?
"what?"
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