[{"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-100":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Get Stronger Every Payday—With One Billion Employees!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2264313,4419,"Chapter 100: I Want Both the Money and the Girl! (Request Subscription)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-100",100,"\u003Cp>Two hours later, the car left the highway, crossed Dongjin Du Bridge, and headed toward the old district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, they first dropped Meng Jie off at home, and Wang Zihao got out at Qipan Street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen returned to the driver’s seat, drove along Beidajie, and finally parked in front of Guobin Bookstore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With students on winter break, the bookstore was empty, just like the weather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin was deeply absorbed in a novel as thick as a brick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Beep-beep-beep!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen honked twice and flashed his headlights at Chen Guobin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! Think you’re big shit with your car!” Chen Guobin raised his hand to shield his eyes, cursed under his breath, and tossed the novel aside before heading out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was about to yell when the BMW window rolled down, revealing a smug grin—it was his bastard son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If your mom knew her son had turned out so well, she’d probably wake up laughing every day,” Chen Guobin swallowed the rest of his curse and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, you weren’t bad back then either—didn’t you drive a golden minivan in the ’90s? That was pretty flashy.” Chen Yansen pointed at the junker parked outside and teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That minivan rattled everywhere except the horn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough, go home first—I won’t be done for a while,” Chen Guobin rolled his eyes and waved him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Students are all on break—what are you waiting for, ghosts to show up? Close up, I’ll take you out for a big meal—consider it a little New Year’s celebration.” Chen Yansen grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guobin Bookstore was near the school, which had clear pros and cons—once break started, the front was so quiet not even sparrows came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin turned to look—indeed, the streets were utterly silent, not even a barking dog to be heard—and with that mention of “little New Year,” he finally nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned back to the bookstore entrance, began sorting magazines, newspapers, and study guides, stacking them into boxes and carrying them inside—this repetitive, tedious work, he’d done for twenty years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen watched for a while, then got out to help.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sit there and rest—you’re clumsy, you’ll mess up my books,” Chen Guobin rejected his help with a disgusted frown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was holding two books; hearing that, he casually dropped them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d played the good son for only a few minutes—he was already impatient, pulled out his phone, and started chatting with Meng Jie and Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man liked to fuss—let him do it alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About an hour later, Chen Guobin pulled down the roller shutter and said to Chen Yansen: “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen put away his phone, nodded, got in, and took the driver’s seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Juhongsheng or Chunshen Lou?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after Chen Guobin fastened his seatbelt did Chen Yansen ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both were local old-school restaurants, open for decades, their flavors perfectly suited to local tastes—everyone loved going there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just pick any roadside stall,” Chen Guobin muttered quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it—Chunshen Lou then.” Chen Yansen made the decision outright and drove out of town.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin said nothing aloud, but inside he was pleased—first, Chen Yansen had grown far more composed since high school; second, his son’s filial gesture warmed his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Chen Yansen always calling him “Old Chen,” he’d long grown used to it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the Lunar New Year approaching, when Chen Yansen arrived at the restaurant, the server said all private rooms were booked, but the main hall was noisy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Yansen frown, Chen Guobin whispered: “The main hall’s fine too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Arrange us a private room. Our bill will be at least double your minimum spend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen knew the industry’s unspoken rules—saying there were no private rooms meant they were judging their spending power and feared low consumption would hurt business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Right away, gentlemen, this way,” the server’s attitude instantly shifted, as if he’d changed personalities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Chen Guobin looked from the server to his son, finally understanding the meaning of “money moves ghosts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the private room, Chen Yansen ordered aggressively—meat and vegetables, only the expensive dishes—three or four courses already tripled the room’s minimum spend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first time in his life he’d ever treated Old Chen to a meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin wanted to advise him, but seeing Chen Yansen’s demeanor, he realized: this kid never listened before, and he certainly wouldn’t now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bring a bottle of Maotai,” Chen Yansen told the server.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not because he wanted to drink, but because Old Chen had never tried it—considered a filial offering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re driving—drinking isn’t appropriate,” Chen Guobin shook his head and refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem—just hire a driver,” Chen Yansen said lightly, cutting off all escape routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the server left, the two stared at each other in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a long pause, Chen Guobin suddenly said: “Your third uncle came to me last month—he wants you to visit your grandparents for the New Year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you agree?” Chen Yansen picked up his tea cup, took a sip, and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No—I told him to let you decide,” Chen Guobin muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, I’m not heartless—I remember every sneer and insult from when you took me to your parents’ house as a kid. Do you think they believe I’m too young to remember?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen snorted—his meaning was clear: I won’t go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, fine—I’ll tell your third uncle clearly next time,” Chen Guobin understood the Liang family’s ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now they wanted to reconnect only because they’d heard Chen Yansen had made a fortune—using New Year visits as an excuse to extract benefits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me about you—only forty-one, really not planning to find someone else? I have no interest in supporting you in old age—you need a wife, to take care of yourself.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke like a stern father scolding his son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really have no such plans,” Chen Guobin glared, then after ten seconds, sighed heavily and grumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then when you’re old, don’t expect me to care,” Chen Yansen chuckled, utterly unconcerned with Chen Guobin’s feelings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve got money—I don’t need you to manage me!” Chen Guobin snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After that, silence fell again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For over a decade, this mode of interaction had become second nature to them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The food and drinks arrived; they tentatively clinked glasses. After a few drinks, Chen Guobin relaxed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That girl you mentioned last time—is she from the same school?” Chen Guobin, slightly tipsy, asked with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah—her dad’s the CEO of the Agricultural and Livestock Bank, her mom’s an English teacher at the Experimental Primary School, only child—her entire family fortune will be mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not just after the girl—you’re after her family fortune too?” Chen Guobin was both annoyed and amused, couldn’t believe this was his own son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else? Should I learn from you?” Chen Yansen shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin had three brothers-in-law; two despised him, and only the youngest, because of his good relationship with Liang Huizhen, still kept in touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His father-in-law treated Chen Guobin worse than his own dog.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, last time I told you to buy more apartment units from the Salt Company—did you?” Chen Yansen noticed Chen Guobin’s slumped posture and quickly changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bought two—when the demolition finally happens, I’ll…” Chen Guobin trailed off mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suddenly realized: with Chen Yansen’s current earning speed, he didn’t need him to prepare a wedding apartment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid had no shame—he wanted the girl and her fortune; why would he need his father worrying about buying a house?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buy another ten or so—if you’re short on cash, I’ll lend you some. After demolition, go buy a few shops on Chunshen Business Street and collect rent.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen laid out Chen Guobin’s retirement plan in three sentences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Later,” Chen Guobin couldn’t bring himself to use Chen Yansen’s money—even if it was a loan, he couldn’t ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled—this was why Old Chen had been poor his whole life: he couldn’t seize opportunities, too thin-skinned, too morally rigid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen understood—he wouldn’t push Old Chen; he’d find a real estate agent later and handle it himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They clinked glasses, drank, and interacted like friends—or even buddies—but nothing like father and son.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m going to the restroom,” Old Chen stood up unsteadily, squinting with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded, opened the photo Meng Jie had sent—a family of three, the table full of home-cooked dishes, clearly well-prepared—and replied: “Mom’s cooking is amazing—can I come over tomorrow for a meal?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, Chen Yansen said your cooking’s great and wants to come eat at our place?” Meng Jie relayed it honestly—Chen Yansen’s use of “our mom” made her cheeks flush.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?” Meng Jie’s mother, Zhang Yanni, froze and exchanged a glance with Meng Zhenguó.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t this too fast?” Zhang Yanni said. She knew Chen Yansen and had heard about his university achievements.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d built a company worth 2.8 billion by his first year of college—impressive, and she didn’t oppose their relationship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But meeting parents this early still felt too soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s just teasing you—he’ll find an excuse to back out if you really invite him,” Meng Zhenguó sneered, confident in his assessment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Meng Jie said, pouting. “Mom says she’ll go to the market early tomorrow and cook you a few special dishes.” She tested Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow? Unlucky—I had a dream from Mom saying she’s short on cash down there and needs me to burn her some money,” Chen Yansen replied instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you—he’s like a fox spirit reincarnated, always making up nonsense,” Meng Zhenguó pointed at the message, smugly triumphant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about noon the day after tomorrow?” Chen Yansen sent another message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie waved her phone in front of Meng Zhenguó’s face, pouting: “Dad, you guessed wrong!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó stared, internally shocked—how did this kid not follow the script? He didn’t want to host Chen Yansen at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen waited a long time in the private room—Chen Guobin hadn’t returned. He wondered: had Old Chen drunk too much and passed out in the bathroom?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, he stood up and headed toward the restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few steps, he saw Chen Guobin loudly arguing with a man in his fifties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, what’s going on?” Chen Yansen stepped forward, shoved the man away from Chen Guobin, and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look at this kid you raised—no manners at all! Doesn’t even greet his uncle!” Liang Anguo pointed at Chen Guobin’s nose and yelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncle?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen turned to look, grinned: “Mr. Liang runs a supermarket? Bet I can open another one right across from yours and drive you out of business.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell kind of uncle!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wouldn’t give him any face!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little brat, how dare you!” Liang Anguo clutched his chest, furious, pointing at Chen Yansen, wanting to curse but dared not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had heard that Chen Yansen had made a fortune in the internet business, with deals worth hundreds of millions; his small grocery store couldn't withstand such upheaval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get out!” Chen Yansen spat, then added a warning: “Next time you see my father, show some respect—or I won’t mind spending tens of millions to swallow your business whole.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Anguo hadn’t expected Chen Yansen to be so ruthless; his face flushed red and pale, frozen in place, at a loss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled Chen Guobin back into the private room; he had no interest in dealing with the Liang family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, he’s still your uncle,” Chen Guobin sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time, stand your ground. If someone points at you and curses, hit back—I’ve got your back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brat! I’m not a kid—I’m an old man, do you want me to fight?” Chen Guobin chuckled bitterly, raising his wine cup, eyes reddening—he was thinking of his wife again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled carefree, thinking: Even if I meet a girl like my mother, it won’t stop me from falling for someone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Life is so long—loving only one person is such a waste!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After drinking and eating his fill, Chen Yansen called a driver, and had the car taken back to the Salt Company’s staff apartment building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neighbors below spotted the BMW and began whispering about whose car it was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when they saw Chen Yansen helping Chen Guobin up the stairs did they confirm: the news was right—Old Chen’s son had truly made it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apartment 401.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen lay on his bed, opened the news link forwarded by the intermediary—the headline blared: Amazon Internal Purge: Former Channel Director Zhang Hanhua Detained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Zhang, looks like you’ll never go hungry again. After five years, you’ll have a new skill to support your family—don’t thank me too much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled faintly, muttering to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether or not he was behind the fake alcohol incident didn’t matter anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s modus operandi was simple: once he suspected someone, even if they were innocent, he treated them as guilty—and crushed them utterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2145,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","34e27870443e17ab407f7f730cef4d5516fc01f005a20246a994a8ef807cc85c","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-101","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-99",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]