Chapter 72 A home computer worth 5 yuan, bought for 50 cents?
Chapter 72 A home computer worth 5 yuan, bought for 50 cents?
"Brother, servers that cost millions are expensive. Our store has neither the experience nor the stock to source."
The shop owner remained skeptical about Zhou Lang's "suddenly appearing huge order": "I recommended a lot of workstations that rich guys are using."
"It's more powerful than a consumer-grade home computer, capable of running AI computing power generation and rendering large-scale videos; it's also compatible with everyday gaming and relaxation."
"Brother, if you're really serious about wanting it, can I write you a configuration list now?"
Zhou Lang's gaze swept around and he saw another pile of computer parts in the corner, with a white paper on it that read, "Memory sticks out of stock, on-site assembly after July 7.5th."
For these product sets that cannot be immediately provided in the store, Zhou Lang's [Store Malfunction] cash ability provides a hint.
[The target product cannot be available in the store within 2 days; abnormal pricing cannot be triggered.]
It seems that paying first and waiting for the goods is no longer an option. The store's cash flow is limited to in-stock items available within two days due to a malfunction.
So Zhou Lang casually said, "Besides piling on all the high-end components in the configuration, I only have one request: can it arrive and be installed by tomorrow?"
"able."
The shop owner, afraid of missing out on the "windfall," answered decisively: "Although many items need to be sourced from other suppliers, if you place an order today, it can definitely be shipped tomorrow."
Zhou Lang nodded, and the shop owner happily picked up the tablet and began configuring it.
Just then, Tian Wei heard someone calling her from outside the door.
"Hey! It's Weiwei! What a coincidence, did you also get your computer bought here?"
Three female college students walked in through the door, two of whom were wearing the same South China Sea Airlines flight attendant uniform as Tian Wei.
Zhou Lang glanced at him and realized that he was clearly Tian Wei's classmate in the same major.
The third female college student, however, wore an ivory-white cheongsam with thin indigo vertical stripes. The fitted cut accentuated her slender and graceful figure.
She knew Tian Wei too, and walked gracefully to Tian Wei's side: "Weiwei, your laptop isn't working?"
"No, I'm perfectly fine."
Tian Wei and the girl in the cheongsam seemed to have a good relationship. She tugged at the girl's hand and said with a smile, "Sister Xueyun, let me introduce you. This is the sister-in-law I often mention."
She looked at Zhou Lang: "He's my good friend, Zhou Lang. I usually call him brother, but he's not my sister-in-law's boyfriend!"
Tian Wei introduced to Zhou Lang and Shen Wanrou: "Sister-in-law, brother, we are roommates. Her name is Tang Xuejun. Sister Xuejun is a year older than me and is from the School of Literature."
Shen Wanrou reached out and shook hands with the female college student in the cheongsam: "I heard from Weiwei that your dormitory is quite special, as it's shared by four girls from different colleges and grades."
"Hello, sister-in-law." Tang Xueyun smiled gently, two adorable dimples appearing on her face. "Weiwei really doesn't exaggerate. She always says that her sister-in-law is a great beauty, and that many celebrities would pale in comparison to her in terms of looks. Today I finally meet her in person."
Shen Wanrou was embarrassed by her praise and covered her mouth with a smile: "Weiwei, you're exaggerating."
Tang Xuejun's gaze shifted to Zhou Lang, and the two locked eyes.
She extended her hand first: "Hello, Senior Brother Zhou Lang."
Zhou Lang reached out and gently grasped her fingertips, then let go: "Hello."
Tang Xuejun has a delicate oval face. To match her cheongsam, she chose a Chinese-style updo, which was secured with a pearl hairpin.
The pair of clear, glass-like jade pendants on her ears accentuated her elegant demeanor, making her appear like a classical beauty stepping out of a painting or calligraphy scroll.
Her appearance also matches the style of the cheongsam. In the popular parlance of Shandong Province, she has the kind of face that makes people feel comfortable and at ease. However, she has a cool and heroic air about her than the standard dignified and elegant round face.
It was this striking heroic spirit that led Zhou Lang, upon first seeing her, to describe her appearance as more like a wandering swordswoman than a demure, refined lady from an ancient family.
Zhou Lang has been spending a lot of time surrounded by girls lately, including Su Ying'er, Shen Wanrou, Michelle, Tian Wei, and Shen Shunan, all of whom are outstanding beauties.
He had long been resistant to girls with average to above-average looks, but Tang Xuejun's looks and temperament were no less than those of the girls mentioned above.
The two girls in China Southern Airlines uniforms who accompanied Tang Xueyun were getting impatient. One of them stamped her foot and asked, "Senior, something came up this afternoon. We were supposed to be installing the plane at 3 PM. Can we change it to now?"
The shop owner, engrossed in compiling the configuration list, didn't even look up: "Old Bian, you'll have to go and make the trip."
Lao Bian went to get the computer assembly tool kit, and then said to the girls, "He writes configurations that he thinks are perfect for himself. I'll go assemble the computers for you guys, so don't worry about him for now. You can pay me the balance later. He's too busy right now."
The shop owner, now writing down the final items, muttered hesitantly, "Power supply? 2400 watts would be enough, but let's leave some margin. Get a 3000 watt one. I've never stocked such an expensive power supply before, 6500 yuan!"
The two girls in China Southern Airlines uniforms had originally planned to pull Tang Xuejun away.
But when the shop owner said that a power supply cost six thousand yuan, I stopped in my tracks out of curiosity.
"what?"
"My power supply only cost two hundred yuan, right?"
"What kind of computer is this? The power supply costs as much as my entire machine!"
The shop owner turned the tablet 180 degrees to face Zhou Lang: "Brother, please take a look!"
Graphics card: NVIDIA RTX Pro 6000 workstation edition, brand new boxed, 8 yuan x 2 = 16 yuan.
CPU: AMD Ryzen Threadripper PRO 9995WX, the flagship workstation processor of Ryzen Threadripper, priced at 9.2 yuan.
Motherboard: ASUS Pro WS WRX90E-SAGE SE, 1.6 yuan.
Memory: Samsung 64GB DDR5 5600 REG ECC RDIMM, server-grade ECC memory, 8 sticks to form 512GB, 10.4 yuan.
Hard drive: Samsung 9100 PRO 8TB PCIe 5.0 M.2, the strongest read speed in consumer-grade applications at 14800MB/s, 1.5 yuan × 4 = 6 yuan.
Power supply: ASUS Pro WS 3000W 80PLUS Titanium Full Modular, 0.65 yuan.
Case: Winbot Gold Ball, Limited Edition, + Custom Water Cooling Solution, 7 RMB.
Monitors: Samsung Odyssey OLED G9, 57-inch ultrawide monitor, as the main entertainment screen; ASUS ROG PG27ucdm, fully powered, as the backup gaming secondary screen, 1.75 yuan + 0.7 yuan = 2.45 yuan.
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"So extravagant it's inhuman," Zhou Lang could only say.
"The computer case costs 70,000 yuan?"
Zhou Lang exclaimed in surprise, "Is this computer case made of gold?"
"Almost there." The shop owner smiled like a child weighing 180 pounds. "This one is a particularly rare spherical case with a gilded finish."
Moreover, fewer than 300 units were released at the time, leaving many resellers with unsold stock…”
"Uh, cough cough... umm! What I mean is, many collectors are looking for the next discerning buyer who has a connection with the artwork."
The shop owner showed him a picture of a computer case. Zhou Lang looked at it and said with a laugh, "The shape is indeed unusual, but 7 yuan... is this like using good steel on a knife handle?"
"Customization? Pay for your emotions!" The shop owner enthusiastically promoted, "Sir, you said there was no budget limit and you could pay extra!"
The girls present all gathered around to watch, and Tian Wei looked at the final total price on the form.
"More than half a million?!"
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