[{"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-106":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},2264319,4419,"Chapter 106: First Meeting: Zhou Returns from Fleeing Disaster","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-106",106,"\u003Cp>“Buzzzz—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting Chen Yansen’s thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello? Speak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, you’re still not up? Our train leaves at ten.” Song Yuncheng stood at the school gate, pulling her suitcase, speaking in a low voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re always late—when have I ever had to rush you?” Chen Yansen snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, yes, yes, Boss Chen.” Song Yuncheng, having just received her salary, dared not argue with Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hung up, went to the bathroom, brushed his teeth, and washed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dressed neatly, he stuffed a few extra sets of clothes into the suitcase, then slowly walked downstairs and drove toward Dongmen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two minutes later, Chen Yansen pulled over and told Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng shoved her suitcase into the trunk and was about to sit in the backseat when Chen Yansen glared at her: “What are you doing? Taking your boss as your driver?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Song Yuncheng slumped her face and obediently slid into the front passenger seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Every business trip, I have to drive you myself. Next time before a trip, if you still don’t have your license, I’ll transfer you back to the design team.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen threatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll get it soon! I’m taking Test Two right now—I’ll pass on the first try.” Song Yuncheng hurried to assure him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last month she took home 59,000 yuan—why would she want to go back to design and earn a fixed 5,000 or 6,000?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There are two main reasons I’m taking you: First, Lei Zong promised to introduce me to the new Amazon channel director, and Fanke’s Chen Nian—you’ll handle the coordination; second, we’ll negotiate a gaming co-promotion partnership with Xiaomi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After laying out the plan, Chen Yansen drove toward Xucheng East Station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>New channel director?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Zhang Hanhua quit?” Song Yuncheng asked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t you see the news? Got caught taking kickbacks—probably facing five or six years inside.” Chen Yansen said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng fell silent, staring at Chen Yansen—her gaze was certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Has nothing to do with me.” Chen Yansen denied it outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fox Tao , as a third-party channel, didn’t care who Zhang Hanhua was—taking kickbacks was an unspoken rule in most business deals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If outsiders found out he was the one who got Zhang Hanhua locked up, he’d earn a reputation for breaking the rules.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reputation? Useless when you don’t need it—worthless. Vital when you do—priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng clearly didn’t believe him. She had a strong feeling Zhang Hanhua’s downfall was Chen Yansen’s doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled, didn’t press it, and began studying the mechanics and profit core of gaming co-promotions. Once she understood, she turned her mind to how Fox Tao , as a third-party channel, could maximize returns through distribution and promotion tactics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, Chen Yansen parked at the high-speed rail station, pushed his suitcase inside, and Song Yuncheng followed close behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drive from Xucheng to Yancheng took three and a half hours total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two sat in the waiting hall. Song Yuncheng unzipped her backpack, pulled out a still-warm steamed bun, and nibbled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen had woken up late and hadn’t eaten. He’d planned to buy a boxed meal on the train, but the scent of the bun made him swallow hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation, he snatched the bun from Song Yuncheng’s hand and devoured it—yes, still his favorite: pork and pickled mustard greens bun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other one—tofu and vermicelli bun—was also gone in a few bites.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tastes good. Which cafeteria window did you buy it from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen licked his lips, satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Second cafeteria, first floor, third stall inside the door.” Song Yuncheng opened her mouth, dared not say more, and answered irritably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time you buy breakfast, remember to get me one too.” Chen Yansen ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng nodded. Unlike months ago, she no longer foolishly asked why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen, Train G106 is now boarding. Please have your tickets and valid identification ready, queue orderly, and proceed to the designated platform.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcement echoed through the hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two followed their ticket info to find their carriage and seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They ate a boxed meal mid-journey. Chen Yansen closed his eyes for a nap. When he opened them again, the high-speed train had arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, they took a taxi to the hotel—as usual, they booked only one suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng grabbed her suitcase and walked over to the sofa, plopping down and reclining comfortably.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tonight there’s a dinner. Dress nicely.” Chen Yansen tossed out the words and turned into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dress nicely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng froze slightly. The only outfit she owned that was even remotely presentable was the “work uniform” Chen Yansen bought her last year in Shencheng—a white blazer set.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yancheng was still chilly in March. Song Yuncheng added a base layer, walked to the mirror, and pinned her loose hair behind her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her oval face brimmed with collagen, paired with a sharply professional outfit—both girlish innocence and commanding presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stepped out in a casual suit, just as he caught sight of Song Yuncheng in the mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you wearing that again?” Chen Yansen frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t that the outfit was ugly—it was just that Boss Chen was sick of seeing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t I wear it?” Song Yuncheng looked puzzled. She’d studied business etiquette in private and saw nothing wrong with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You must’ve been Scrooge in your last life.” Chen Yansen teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out his phone, checked the time, and said to Song Yuncheng: “Let’s go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then you must be Zhou the Stingy reborn.” Song Yuncheng muttered under her breath, afraid he’d hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Next month I’ll transfer you to customer service.” Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You heard that?” Song Yuncheng stared, incredulous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you forget? My ears are sharp.” Chen Yansen tapped his ear, grinning mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, you misunderstood—I didn’t say anything!” Song Yuncheng forced a smile, stubbornly denying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen ignored her and walked straight out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng hurried after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the hotel lobby, Chen Yansen flagged down a taxi, gave the destination, then sent a message to Lei Yijun on MiChat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of a traditional-style roast duck restaurant. The exterior was grand, the entrance lined with luxury cars—clearly expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chen Yansen stepped out, a man in his thirties approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Medium build, buzz cut, glasses, jeans with a suit, smiling broadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Chen, I’m Li Wanqiang from Xiaomi. Lei Zong specifically told me to wait here, said if I saw a guy around 1.8 meters tall, better-looking than him, I should bring him right in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Li Wanqiang was originally a UI designer, since becoming Xiaomi’s marketing head, his innate social confidence had erupted—he was brilliant at channel integration, and instantly lifted the mood upon meeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Zong, you’re too kind. Let’s go inside and talk.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded humbly, calm and composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, in his last life, when Feiyu’s market cap peaked, his net worth wasn’t lower than Li Wanqiang’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This life? Even less so—Xiaomi’s phone hadn’t even launched yet, and its valuation hadn’t surpassed Fox Tao ’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the one with money was Lei Yijun, not Xiaomi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tech-investor like Li Wanqiang wouldn’t even appear on the rich list for another seven or eight years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright! Lei Zong and Zhou Zong are inside.” Li Wanqiang smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Zong?” Chen Yansen asked, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The boss of 360—Zhou Hongyi.” Li Wanqiang explained as they walked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t this guy hiding in Hong Kong to avoid trouble?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Someone high up intervened and settled last year’s incident.” Li Wanqiang lowered his voice to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 3Q war last year had made headlines—everyone in the industry knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Zhou hadn’t been well-informed and fled fast, he might’ve ended up on a sewing machine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded, said nothing. Talking too much invited trouble—he wouldn’t make such a basic mistake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Wanqiang led the way past the front hall to the back courtyard, stopping before a classically elegant private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside sat two middle-aged men. One had a 3:7 parted hairstyle, wore a polo shirt with an indigo-blue suit, sipping tea and chatting with the man across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the door, Lei Yijun turned, stood up, and greeted: “Boss Chen, sorry to make you come all this way.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His smile was sincere, his tone warm, a flicker of guilt in his eyes—he’d used the guise of investment to actually seek a partnership with Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stepped into the room, shook hands politely, exchanged pleasantries. He knew Lei Buse had no intention of investing—but neither did he come with good intentions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two smiled and chatted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lei Yijun thought Chen Yansen was sincere, uncalculating; Chen Yansen thought Lei Yijun was nothing like he’d expected—smiling on the surface, but his words hid sharp edges, completely overshadowing Li Wanqiang and Zhou Hongyi, who still sat in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who reached this level couldn’t possibly be as simple as they appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was certain of this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1493,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","94c567da24a45a56a04b088b8c306e1d6444f6c1db4448a42583a5b13cda0542","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-107","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-105",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]