American History 1988
Chapter 66 - 62 Great! I like today’s style too!

Chapter 66: Chapter 62 Great! I like today’s style too!

"Dean, my intuition tells me that you must be thinking of some indescribable things..." From where his gaze was focused, Miranda knew exactly what was on his mind.

Taking a breath, Dean withdrew his gaze from Miranda’s ample bosom. "Miranda, I was wondering where you’d rank in that post."

"Hey~" Miranda’s eyes started to look dangerous again.

"OK~ Let’s talk business." Before she could react, Dean had already skillfully shifted the topic. "As you can see now, the NSF website’s Price’s List is specially tailored for the student community. It’s free from messy ads and sensitive adult topics, and all the content is related to current events, welfare, community service, and livelihood issues. Even in the more open forum discussion areas, it’s mostly various interest and hobby groups, and the dating sections have been replaced with alumni communities.

So content-wise, it’s positive, healthy, and extremely beneficial for students’ growth. It’s even a rare gathering place for extracurricular activities, isn’t it?"

"What’s your point, Dean?" Miranda’s focus wasn’t there; she wanted to see the complete version of Price’s List.

"Miranda, we’ll talk about the America Connection website later. I suddenly feel like the NSF website’s Price’s List also needs to be well managed." The ideas in Dean’s head became clearer and clearer, "How about I proactively apply to collaborate with the school on Price’s List?"

"What?" Miranda thought she had misheard, "Dean, are you sure about doing this?"

She knew that Dean’s Price’s List appearing on the NSF website was entirely a private operation using the privileges given by the One Cleveland project.

Now Dean wanted to take the initiative to work with the school, which, in Miranda’s view, was like walking into a trap.

"Miranda, do you think the Price’s List we have before us now could have a positive impact on students?" Dean asked, pointing at the computer screen in front of her.

"Of course," Miranda felt something was off, but she couldn’t deny that the harmonized version of Price’s List was beyond reproach, even the strictest auditors couldn’t find a fault.

"So," Dean said with an air of it being a matter of course, "we invite students from the School of Business, the School of Social Sciences, and the School of Education and Human Services to write about current events, social issues, and livelihood issues, and publish them on Price’s List. Is there a problem? Not only does this foster a sense of social responsibility among the students, but it’s also a rare internship opportunity, don’t you think, Miranda?"

"But..." Miranda wanted to argue, but didn’t know where to start. Because it indeed seemed like a good thing, even providing a platform for students to express their opinions.

"Come on, the school definitely won’t refuse such a proposal; it’s obviously all benefit and no harm. The students could even have their official radio stations and magazines, so a website for discussion is hardly an issue." Dean stated the facts; American universities were relatively free in this regard. The school wouldn’t interfere with the content editing of student magazines, and all matters were handled by the students themselves.

"Alright then, what do you plan to do, Dean?" Miranda was persuaded, at least it didn’t sound like a bad thing. She couldn’t let her prejudice against Dean kill a student’s enterprising spirit.

Hearing Miranda’s question, Dean casually spread his hands. "That’s your job, Miranda. Aren’t you the head of the Student Activities Center?"

"What?!" Miranda suddenly realized she had fallen into a trap intricately woven by the other person.

"Oh~ If need be, I’ll submit an application later. Of course, you’ll need to persuade the school, Miranda." Considerate Dean had already assigned the work ahead of time.

"So this has nothing to do with you, it’s all my task?" Miranda was so agitated that her chest swelled.

"Relax, Miranda. Why did you choose Cleveland State University after graduating from Yale, instead of seeking a high-paying job in Washington or Wall Street? Because you wanted to do something meaningful, right? Providing a platform for free speech for the students is exactly that!"

"Alright, I can give it a try," Miranda appeared to be convinced.

"Good!" Dean excitedly waved his fist. Like this, Price’s List could now blatantly freeride on the school’s servers. Furthermore, if those submissions from the students were suitable, he would also transfer them to America Connection website’s Price’s List.

Look, this content for the information section had also been enriched. However, to ensure it stays on-trend, Dean still thought it better to send his own spider-program-collected materials to those exceptionally responsible sociology students in advance.

Public opinion needs to be guided after all. And the NSF website’s Price’s List could slowly relax its standards later on to attract more students. They could be a real asset in the future.

"But Dean, the fundamental reason I chose Cleveland State University is that my father was transferred here for work. Of course, what you said was right; I also want to do something meaningful," Miranda may be somewhat naïve, but she definitely wasn’t lacking in intelligence.

"Uh..." At that moment, Dean remembered something that Dean Clark had once said, "Well, but Miranda, you are still a kind person."

"Dean, I’m glad to see your judgment isn’t utterly beyond redemption." Miranda was somewhat self-satisfied; she still found Dean at this moment more likable.

Seeing her smug look, Dean secretly scoffed. My judgment is certainly not poor, haven’t you noticed my gaze staying on those long legs and proud bust?

"Right, let’s talk about America Connection website’s Price’s List now," Dean quickly shifted again, opening the non-harmonized version of the website. "First, log into your account. Some content requires logging in to operate."

Without suspicion, Miranda quickly typed in her account. "OK, done."

Ah ha, good-bodied Miranda, such a silly name. But Dean showed no sign of amusement, instead taking great care to remember this ID.

"So, Miss Miranda, what would you like to know?" Dean stood by, indicating she could ask her questions, "Oh right, a reminder. The Price’s List on American Network is legally registered. It’s a commercial site and the university has no right to comment on it."

Worried that her sense of responsibility would be overwhelming, Dean also gave her a preemptive warning.

But Miranda’s concern wasn’t there, "Commercial? Are you saying you make money from this site, Dean? You’re still a student, Dean. Won’t this distract you from your studies? I heard you’re planning to transfer to Stanford, but now you’re focusing on these things..."

"Ok~Ok~" Dean gestured with his hands for her to relax, "This so-called ’commercial’ aspect is actually to balance the budget. After all, you know, Miranda, internet and server costs are necessary expenses. And now I’m even paying out of my pocket to keep the site running, which would bankrupt me if it continues. Of course, the operation of the site isn’t that complicated; at least for now, I don’t need to spend much time on it to keep it running well."

"Really?" Miranda was skeptical.

"Absolutely," Dean casually pulled out a bill from his pocket, "Look, this is what I just received today."

"Oh~ $1600? Dean, you don’t have a job yet, this is too much for you." Miranda was shocked when she saw the number on the bill; her own salary wasn’t much higher.

"So I’m working hard to keep it going," Dean looked at her earnestly, "Miranda, as you see, all the services on Price’s List are free. That’s right, whether it’s services, transactions, finding housing, or jobs, Price’s List has never charged the users a single cent!"

"All right, I misjudged you, Dean." Miranda felt sorry for her premature judgment; Dean was more noble than she thought.

"So have you found a stable source of income for Price’s List now? If possible, I would like to help out a bit." Miranda felt offering free services to those in need was a meaningful thing.

"Help?" Dean’s eyes brightened, this could really work...

"Miranda," Dean leaned in slightly.

"Wait, what are you doing, Dean? I didn’t mean help that includes physical contact," Miranda instinctively shrank back.

Dean was stunned, he hadn’t thought about that at all, was Miranda being so forward?

Dismissing the mess of thoughts in his head, Dean said seriously. "Price’s List’s current income mainly comes from advertisements, such as rental ads or job postings, and I charge a certain fee for the posts by these companies. I heard your father works at the Federal Reserve Bank?"

"Yes, are you thinking of getting a loan, Dean?" Miranda thought that if it was the case, she might talk to her father and potentially get some support for Dean.

"No," Dean shook his head, "Price’s List could play a much bigger role, like posting recruitment ads for the Federal Reserve Bank. Miranda, did you know that the site’s biggest user group comes from the various universities in the college town?

The Federal Reserve Bank of Cleveland recruits a large number of employees from these students every year, and now with the platform like Price’s List. The Federal Reserve Bank can reach out proactively and pick the talent they want at will.

Considering the current scale of more than 30,000 users on Price’s List, this is an excellent channel, which will become even more important in the future. And in return, the site only charges a negligible fee of a few dozen dollars. See, mutual cooperation, win-win!"

"Just a few dozen dollars?" Miranda thought this price was insignificant for the Federal Reserve.

"Of course, Price’s List is looking forward to a cooperation with the Federal Reserve Bank with great sincerity," Dean cared not about those few dozen dollars; he valued the reputation of the Federal Reserve Bank.

With the endorsement of this financial giant, the other major companies in Cleveland would certainly reassess the presence of Price’s List.

"Well, if that’s the case, maybe I could try," Miranda considered, feeling she could secure the few dozen dollars budget even without wheedling her father.

"Great! Miss Miranda, if Price’s List can provide free services to more people in the future, it will definitely be partly thanks to you." Dean, once again succeeding in a free deal, was in high spirits.

"So should we discuss the One Cleveland project now?" Dean pulled out a hard drive he had prepared in advance from his backpack.

"No, I don’t understand software. Leave that for the Case meeting to display." Satisfied with her curiosity, Miranda also felt her mood lighten.

"What?" Dean looked at Miranda in confusion, "So you were in such a hurry to call me just for this?"

Seeing Dean indignantly pointing at the computer screen, Miranda raised a sheepish smile, "I was just a bit curious, and of course, to confirm the progress of the One Cleveland project. Now that I see you’re prepared, I’m relieved."

"Miss Miranda, for you I had to turn down important work at Price’s List." Dean, feeling like his trip was wasted, began packing up to leave.

"Hey~ I helped you out, didn’t I?" Miranda felt the guy wasn’t grateful at all, "Besides, you also got to see my stockings..."

"Wow~" Dean glanced at her long legs again before leaving, "Fantastic! I like today’s style a lot!"

Watching his retreating figure, Miranda was so annoyed she almost stamped her foot.

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