[{"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-12":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},2264225,4419,"Chapter 12: If It","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-12",12,"\u003Cp>The sun rose in the east, the summer breeze cool and light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stood at the alley’s mouth, six cardboard boxes and a pile of supplies beside his feet, holding a thousand-layer pancake wrapped around a crispy fried dough stick, devouring it with relish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pancake layered spicy minced chili and yellow bean paste, enclosing a fragrant, crunchy fried dough stick—each bite brought immense satisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside him, Wang Zihao tugged at a strand of his bangs, agonizing for a long while, then turned to Wang Yanyan: “Which way should we tilt it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, to the right.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yanyan, still half-asleep, nodded listlessly and replied offhandedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think left looks better.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao held his phone, staring at his reflection on screen, silently praising himself as ‘handsome as hell,’ then immediately reached his conclusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yanyan’s tone was dismissive—she’d expected this. She knew people with indecision didn’t want answers; they wanted someone to eliminate one option.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Five minutes left till seven. Will Coach Huang ditch us?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao glanced at the time and grew irritable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why rush? There’s still five minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t look up, continuing to eat his breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, he’d dealt with Huang Boxiang—this man had a foul temper, but was also straightforward and honest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to his estimate, reselling MP3s and MP4s could bring in at least ten to twenty thousand a day; hiring any random driver might invite trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wasn’t afraid of criminals, but he hated complications.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smart people avoided potential risks—that was wisdom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang was at least someone he knew well; compared to safety concerns, being late was trivial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A burst of engine roar cut through the mist as a silver Bluebird pulled up before them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was 6:59 a.m.!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen… Boss, shall we depart now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang leaned out of the car, his gaze flickering over them; seeing the three were young, he was briefly startled, then spoke up warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yesterday on the phone, Chen Yansen had demanded ten days of his time—he was clearly a major client!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone naturally grew more courteous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang, in his early forties, of average build and slightly overweight, wore a dark blue work uniform with “Da Xiang” printed on his chest—still advertising even while doing side jobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Huang, let’s load up first! Can you lend a hand?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded, asking tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sure thing. Let me check the trunk—see if it’ll fit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang didn’t refuse, agreeing readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trunk lid popped open with a thud; he stepped out, roughly estimated the cargo volume, then turned back: “Should be fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Chen Yansen could speak, he immediately lifted a box and carefully stacked it into the trunk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Chen, what’s all this cargo? If it’s all fragile, I can wrap it in foam for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang, while loading, casually inquired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need. Nothing breaks easily.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced up at him—he hadn’t expected Huang Boxiang, though seemingly simple, to be so shrewd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood the man’s concern: he feared transporting contraband and getting dragged into trouble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang chuckled awkwardly, kept loading, his eyes scanning the box labels—until he spotted “Mei Mo MP3 × 100,” then he exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only a few boxes—within moments, they were neatly stacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Huang, today we’re going to Zhongqiaozhen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stepped into the front passenger seat, fastened his seatbelt, and instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Boss Chen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang responded politely, not showing the slightest disrespect due to Chen Yansen’s youth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in the back, Wang Zihao inwardly marveled: “Who says Coach Huang has a bad temper? He’s quite gentle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He noticed Huang Boxiang always called Chen Yansen “Boss Chen”—he instantly understood: Chen Yansen hadn’t told him they were driving school students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car started, speeding along the ring road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through the window, distant breakfast stalls bustled with smoke curling upward, voices rising in the dawn’s soft glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s gaze grew distant, lost in thought, then he closed his eyes, breathing steadily, soon dozing off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To catch the early market, he’d risen before dawn; now, exhaustion overwhelmed him—he dropped straight to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao, eager to discuss sales strategy, instinctively reached to wake him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wu wu wu—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yanyan, beside him, reacted instantly, clamping a hand over his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, quiet. Let Chen Yansen sleep a bit longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yanyan shot her brother a glare, whispering a warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re siding with the outsider! Wang Yanyan, look closely—I’m your real brother!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao pried her hand off, lowering his voice, looking wounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Yanyan raised a thumb, smiling sweetly, her bright peach-blossom eyes gleaming—her pupils reflected a sharp-suited young man, eyes half-closed, lost in dreams.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ride passed in silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty minutes later, the noise outside grew louder; Chen Yansen reluctantly opened his eyes and sat up straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ahead is Zhongqiaozhen’s main market. Where should we park?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang, seeing he was awake, immediately asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Near the market entrance or exit—is there a bank, a large supermarket, or a government office?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen asked thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make this resale business work, he first needed a suitable stall location.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Market stalls in rural towns were either officially assigned and rented, or spontaneously formed by locals on a first-come, first-served basis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But neither suited him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first involved too much bureaucracy—he’d stay at each market at most two days; the second, though first-come-first-served, saw the busiest spots already taken by veteran vendors—if you tried to grab one, they’d pull knives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang, who’d driven illegally for years across a dozen towns around Chunshen, was essentially a living map—he could answer this with his eyes shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At the exit, there’s a small clinic. No supermarket or bank, but at the entrance, there’s a Police Inspector’s office.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang squinted, listing details with familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can we set up a stall there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s interest sparked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“At the Police Inspector’s office?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang was baffled—who in their right mind would set up a stall right outside a Police Inspector’s office?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master Huang, let me introduce myself—I’m the sales manager of Yangcheng Mei Mo Electronics Factory. This is my colleague Wang Zihao. We’re on a business trip to promote our MP3 and MP4 products, so our priority is finding a suitable spot for promotion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pointed behind him, speaking with convincing detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, you two start work early.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang nodded in understanding, chuckling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, though Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao wore suits and looked like white-collar workers, their faces were painfully young.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even generously estimating, he guessed they were no older than twenty-three or twenty-four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Our family’s poor—we started working early to ease our parents’ burden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen lied without a flicker of guilt, utterly natural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting in the back, Wang Zihao nearly burst out laughing—what the hell was this “sales manager” and “Mei Mo Electronics Factory”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it, Chen Yansen could bullshit like a pro!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, the girl in back—is she your colleague too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang paused, then frowned in suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen denied it outright, offering no further explanation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Usually no one dares set up a stall outside the Police Inspector’s office, so I don’t know if it’s allowed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But once, passing by, I thought I saw someone selling baked bread there—though maybe I was mistaken.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang was an honest man—he spoke plainly, steering the conversation back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it’s not forbidden, then it’s allowed!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen declared firmly, then gestured for Huang Boxiang to keep driving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Boxiang’s mouth hung open, his expression frozen—he realized his mind operated on a completely different frequency from Chen Yansen’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1266,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","402148de9ab5d8b21f945e23f87699b0d060b73e7e23fe9c450b763b119470fa","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-13","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-11",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]