[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp":3,"chapter-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-1":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Get Stronger Every Payday—With One Billion Employees!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":18,"prevChapterSlug":19,"totalChapters":20,"novelImage":21},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":12,"translator":16,"content_hash":17},2264214,4419,"Chapter 1: The Firewood God System","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-1",1,"\u003Cp>Shanghai, Xingyuan Industrial Park, Feiyu Technology Headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a luxurious office on the top floor, Chen Yansen sat in a chair, skillfully tearing open the aluminum foil, dropping a small diamond-shaped blue tablet into his mouth, then swallowing it with warm water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once a man passes thirty, he can’t afford to go without technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen let out a long breath, silently reflecting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At thirty-four, after more than a decade of struggle, he now owned a five-hundred-square-meter standalone villa, a three-million-yuan Maha GLS600, and a company listed on the main board.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that the bachelor buff, and young girls became utterly obsessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who doesn’t dream of marrying a rich man and climbing the social ladder?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen knew this all too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Talking money with young girls was fine; talking feelings was absolutely out of the question!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, I bought a very sexy swimsuit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone buzzed with a new message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at it and smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was unquestionably his longest-standing girlfriend—pure in public, seductive in private.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Called him “Mr. Chen” by day, “Dad” by night—what man could withstand that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen calculated the time until the drug took effect, then replied: “Dad prefers Angel Beast. Stay home and wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for a reply, he pushed open the door and headed straight for the parking lot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a pitch-black Maha sped onto Yixian Avenue, then raced along the north-south elevated highway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The street scenes outside rolled backward endlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neon lights rose, traffic streams forming flowing ribbons of light, like a river of stars on earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Minutes later, Chen Yansen’s heart suddenly tightened, his chest pounding hard—“thump, thump”—his head grew heavy in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit! Is the drug this strong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His grip on the steering wheel weakened, until he finally let go entirely!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car shot straight through the guardrail, flying into the air dozens of meters high!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a thunderous boom, Chen Yansen lost consciousness completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking Chen Yansen, please stop sleeping!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-asleep, Chen Yansen heard someone calling him, accompanied by shaking; the intense sensation of falling vanished rapidly, the pain in his organs and viscera disappeared instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flash of white light passed—he slowly opened his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look what time it is now? The gathering’s at 7:30, and you? You slept straight until 8:15!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The speaker was a slightly chubby, dark-skinned teenager, about seventeen or eighteen, looking helpless and aggrieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Zihao?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stared at the fat boy before him, and suddenly a familiar name popped into his mind—he called it out unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao died three years ago!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He married a scheming woman, then gave birth to a son darker than charcoal—Wang Zihao’s skin was indeed a bit dark, but there was no way he’d father a black baby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was cross-racial!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the paternity test, they had a huge fight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ended up losing half his fortune, and unable to bear it, Wang Zihao chose to jump.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you dead?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft! What nonsense are you spouting again? If you don’t get up, I’ll kill you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao snatched up a short-sleeved shirt and hurled it straight at his best friend’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled off the shirt, looked around, and realized he was lying in the rest area of a bathhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The interior was old-fashioned, just like the public baths from over a decade ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since graduating university, he hadn’t set foot in a place like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Yansen still dazed, Wang Zihao grabbed a pair of gray shorts from beside him, intending to dress him himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let go, I’ll do it myself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Wang Zihao touched him, Chen Yansen felt utterly uncomfortable—he kicked Wang Zihao away and quickly pulled on the shorts and shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he finished putting on his shoes, Wang Zihao grabbed him and rushed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Passing a full-length mirror, he finally saw his current appearance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A messy side-swept fringe, one right eye exposed, a faint black stubble around his mouth—he looked both immature and ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long-buried memories shattered free—he remembered at last!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the summer of 2010. After submitting his university applications, he dragged Wang Zihao to the bathhouse to prepare for the evening gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve been reborn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s scalp prickled, as if electrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t particularly happy—after all, in 2026, apart from his kidneys, everything else was top-tier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He still had sixty million in the bank, unspent!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Chen Yansen couldn’t help cursing inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at the intersection, Wang Zihao waved for a taxi while scanning Chen Yansen, tentatively asking: “Had a fight with Zhou Keyuan? That’s why you’re delaying and skipping the gathering?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was observing the appearance of Chunshen in 2010—less neat and polished than its version over a decade later, but richer in everyday charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The early summer night was slightly stifling, yet carried refreshing, gentle breezes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets teemed with people, noisy and lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen froze at the question, then denied it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, he refused to marry partly because of Wang Zihao’s fate, and partly because of this woman—Zhou Keyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, his cultivation was shallow, his ability to spot manipulative women was poor—he was completely fooled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He groveled for her as a lapdog for five or six years!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I got a taxi! Get in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao flagged down a cab and urgently urged him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the rush? We’re already late—first, take me to get a haircut.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen waved his hand, calm and unhurried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you two going or not?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taxi driver stuck his head out, impatiently asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, we’re just discussing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his friend standing still, Wang Zihao apologized apologetically to the driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take your time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver snorted, rolled up his window, and sped off without giving Wang Zihao any time to reconsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen, standing nearby, chuckled—the taxi industry back then had such arrogance, untouched by the brutality of ride-hailing apps!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad those good days wouldn’t last much longer!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, Live Dad! We’ll have to tell Big Sister we’ll be late.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao sighed heavily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mouse, because of that ‘Dad,’ I promise you—this lifetime, your son will be 100% yours.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hooked his arm around Wang Zihao’s neck and grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You never say anything decent—you’re always making fun of me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao, hearing this, immediately gritted his teeth and cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the evening breeze beside them, the two wandered slowly until they found a hair salon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you cut side-swept bangs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen plopped down, eyed the barber’s punk-style side fringe, then asked uncertainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Easy! But are you sure you want this cut?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barber nodded confidently, yet worried Chen Yansen might complain later, so he kept double-checking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, side-swept bangs were the mainstream hairstyle for trendy boys in town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem—even a buzz cut would look better than this.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen shrugged, his tone firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Probably another heartbroken kid trying to start over.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barber, used to this, sneered inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He silently labeled Chen Yansen, then picked up the spray bottle and quickly soaked his hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snip—snip—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp scissors moved back and forth; thick clumps of hair fell away, revealing a broad, full forehead with clean, sculpted lines—utterly transforming his previous demeanor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Being reborn isn’t so bad—at least my kidneys are brand new.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stared at the boy in the mirror and finally accepted reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Future opportunities to make money were countless—Bitcoin, e-commerce, short videos, smart chips, AI, and more; just catching one would easily propel him into the ranks of the super-rich.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding! The ember glows softly into Profound Heaven, soothing the dusty heart and transforming it into a Dao immortal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The Ember-God System has been loaded!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Chen Yansen had fully processed the overwhelming joy of his rebirth, a string of strange characters appeared before his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A semi-transparent panel hovered in midair, its surface rippling with blue starlight, eerie and alluring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen squinted and fell into deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Newbie reporting~ Please follow and read on!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1339,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z","Qwen3-Next 80B","222439e31a7bde30a9753148b35b306e045b357dbc30c51b67c641dfb1286db4","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-2",null,387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]