[{"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-122":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},2264335,4419,"Chapter 122: Divine Dao","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-122",122,"\u003Cp>The human Dao’s ember still had 236 strands; Chen Yansen focused his will and discovered a new synthesis button beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred strands of human Dao’s ember can be smelted into one strand of divine Dao’s ember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This really is a fucking pay-to-win system!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen cursed loudly—he’d guessed why his mental stat had gone silent after reaching 10; turns out he needed to feed it higher-tier materials.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, he didn’t synthesize the divine Dao’s ember; instead, he invested the ember into his physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strand of white mist, two fingers thick, appeared out of nowhere and shot instantly into his third eye—the same familiar sensation, a bone-chilling cold sweeping from within outward, scouring every sinew, bone, and muscle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded violently, like a booming bronze bell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three minutes later, Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes, exhaled deeply, and stretched his limbs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His physique rose from 4.11 to 6.47—double the human limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thick sense of power filled his entire body; perhaps due to the mental stat boost, he could swiftly master this surge of strength without shattering glass cups or snapping wooden floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After measuring his height and weight, Chen Yansen frowned slightly—he’d weighed 87 kilograms before, now he weighed 94.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d gained fourteen jin out of nowhere!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body shape showed no obvious change, but the density of his sinews, bones, and flesh had increased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen placed his hand on his kidneys and muttered: “Last life you suffered—I’ll make sure this life, you eat seafood feasts every meal.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put on a short-sleeved shirt, casual pants, and white sneakers, then stepped outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tomorrow was Labor Day, but he had no intention of returning to his hometown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d planned to take Meng Jie to Southeast Asia, but Meng Zhen Guo insisted she go to Chunshen to tutor his cousin—his motives were obvious: he feared Chen Yansen would sneakily seduce his little cabbage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad, Chen Yansen had already claimed Meng Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen drove to the intersection of Xuelin Road and Xuehai Road, where Meng Jie waited with her suitcase.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Get in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rolled down his window and called to Meng Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie tossed her suitcase into the trunk, slid into the front passenger seat, and grumbled: “It’s all Dad’s fault—he says I’m good at math, so he made me tutor my second uncle’s cousin. So unfair.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Meng probably fears I’ll use the trip as an excuse to devour some little lamb whole.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen drove straight to the city’s bus station, chuckling as he teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie’s cheeks flushed red; she shot Chen Yansen a sharp glance. She had her own suspicions, but neither father nor daughter dared voice them—they all pretended ignorance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t mind—he’d already eaten Meal A, and Meal B was still coming. That morning he’d sworn he’d never let himself go hungry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway there, the sky suddenly poured rain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The weather outside is just like your fickle expression.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s raining, the rain accompanies my tears—I can’t see clearly, and I don’t want to.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie kicked off her slippers, went barefoot, and hummed this fitting song.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain outside grew heavier, dense and relentless, reducing visibility to just seven or eight meters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For safety, Chen Yansen pulled over at an intersection and turned onto a side road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The rain’s too heavy—we’ll rest a few minutes until it eases.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie nodded; she wasn’t in a hurry—buses ran every thirty minutes until five p.m., so she wouldn’t miss hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She pulled out a pack of QQ candies, and the two of them held their phones, watching a drama as they waited for the rain to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a Taiwan idol drama—no logic, no sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After forcing himself to watch for a few minutes, Chen Yansen shifted his attention to Meng Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a strapless top with a chiffon short blouse; her pale arms were faintly visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They sat extremely close; a faint scent of gardenia drifted into Chen Yansen’s nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Snap!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie, engrossed in the drama, suddenly felt her top go slack—the strap had slipped onto her stomach. She put down her phone and said to Chen Yansen: “Stop it, I’m watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax, watch your show. I’ll play mine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Chen Yansen lowered the seatback and pulled Meng Jie onto his lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if someone sees us? So embarrassing,” Meng Jie whispered, gripping his wandering hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I put on privacy film. No one can see inside from outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That privacy film would’ve been illegal and fined years later, but in 2011, nobody cared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’d you learn this from, some movie?” Meng Jie blushed, hugging Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m this smart—I don’t need to learn. Don’t bother me, keep watching.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen found the lock with practiced ease, took a deep breath, and said to Meng Jie:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You do this, how can I focus?” Meng Jie held her phone, saying that—but her fingers obediently tapped play.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The drama’s leads, speaking in Taiwan accents, argued tenderly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, rain pounded heavily; the BMW 750 sat parked on a side road, surrounded by endless golden-green wheat, nearly ripe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The car rocked gently in the rain; droplets fell into a nearby stream, pattering softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After who knew how long, the rain gradually lessened; the road ahead grew clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled up his pants and adjusted the seat back to its original position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie’s cheeks were flushed pink, her ears tinged red; she stared straight at Chen Yansen, eyes brimming with affection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let’s go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen, sated, ruffled Meng Jie’s hair and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When I come back, I’ll bring you beef soup and fried dough sticks wrapped in tofu skin,” Meng Jie giggled, tugging his sleeve softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded slightly, started the car, and continued toward the bus station.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A dozen minutes later, they got out; Chen Yansen held an umbrella and saw Meng Jie onto the bus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his car, he was about to head back to school when Zhao Maolin called, inviting him and Wang Zihao to dine at Galaxy Star for seafood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The implication: his promotion had succeeded, and he owed them both a proper thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without FoxTao’s help, Zhao Maolin’s promotion might still have happened—but not so smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen thought for a moment, then declined Zhao Maolin’s invitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t a business meeting he had to attend; he wouldn’t dare touch those girls in the business K scene. Even though industry rules required monthly checks, what if he stumbled upon a bio-weapon? He didn’t know if his 6.47 physique could withstand it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Maolin urged a few times; seeing Chen Yansen’s firm refusal, he laughed: “Fine, you’re at school—I’ll come to Xu Yuan tomorrow. At least let me treat you to a meal? Don’t I deserve a chance to thank you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With him saying that, Chen Yansen naturally smiled and agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Maolin was being transferred at year-end, and his successor was someone he’d personally trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhao Maolin added: as long as Chen Yansen stayed in Xu City, he’d remain the Xu Yuan campus distributor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t refuse; though he no longer cared about the meager profits from phone cards, finding someone to take over let him skim a commission—and earn dozens of human Dao’s ember strands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was little, but even a mosquito’s leg is meat—he’d never turn down scraps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After handling Zhao Maolin, Chen Yansen drove back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at school, it was exactly 11:50; he went alone to the cafeteria for lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His two usual lunch partners had both returned to their hometowns—Chunshen and Qilu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the holiday, the cafeteria was empty; the few ladies serving food sat idle, chatting together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, over a dozen windows opened; today, only four were active.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chen Yansen entered, he saw Song Yuncheng hunched over a table, nibbling rice, a grain of rice stuck to her lip—unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1320,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","a5b8f02542118fab571fbacf295b5f80a8989f05e3b60ba9e7dcff79898bd07f","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-123","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-121",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]