[{"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-124":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},2264337,4419,"Chapter 124: Just Call It Cheng Zi (Requesting Monthly Votes)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-124",124,"\u003Cp>Back in 0418, Meng Jie had already left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen opened the fridge, where a row of sealed beef soup packs and two bean curd rolls with fried dough sticks were stored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took one out, popped it in the microwave for two minutes, took a big bite—it was still salty, fragrant, and crisp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sat down beside the sofa, eating while opening his laptop, checking the project group messages first, then scanning the sales data from the past three days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily active users: 2.8 million; daily orders exceeded 500,000; single-day sales broke the 30-million mark, a 20% increase compared to April.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks like we won’t have to wait until June—FoxTao’s monthly sales will hit a billion.” Chen Yansen finished the bean curd roll in a few bites and muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the Aurora system’s test version launches, I’ll need to start hiring talent in hardware and industrial design; using FoxTao’s resources then won’t be appropriate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Including the OS development team, we’ll have at least a hundred people—labor costs might even exceed FoxTao’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Penguin, Siwei, and IDG Venture Capital, no matter how slow, will notice Chen Yansen’s small moves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still short on money!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen frowned, thought for a moment, then decided to sell part of his equity—compared to the phone industry, guide e-commerce gave him too little Humanitarian Flame Value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he figured it out, Chen Yansen planned to leak the news tomorrow and see if any fools would bite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew clearly that once Ali and JD went public and their stock prices stabilized, they’d come after FoxTao; after that, earning comfortably would be nearly impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After reading at home all afternoon, Chen Yansen invited Meng Jie out for dinner, then sat with her on a stone bench by Pearl Lake for a while.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The early summer breeze blew gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Meng Jie said she wanted to watch a movie in 0418; Chen Yansen smiled, made up a flimsy excuse, and sent her back to her dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He and Song Yuncheng still had design tasks to finish—he couldn’t let Meng Jie interrupt him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing Meng Jie off, Chen Yansen walked home alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just reaching the fourth floor, he saw Song Yuncheng holding her laptop, peering out at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t you have a key?” Chen Yansen walked over, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just got here, about to unlock the door,” Song Yuncheng retorted, lifting her chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?” Chen Yansen smirked, not believing a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He opened the door and walked straight to the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s get this straight—we’re only talking about work,” Song Yuncheng hurriedly reminded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just getting my laptop—what are you thinking?” Chen Yansen turned, face full of disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Song Yuncheng lost her edge, sat down at the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hadn’t been to 0418 in a while; her eyes wandered around—this was where she’d completed FoxTao’s practical interview, started with design, later handled operations and customer service, and finally moved to the major client acquisition department.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These past six months felt like a dream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen had been the lifeline she grabbed while drowning, pulling her ashore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A straw was too thin—Chen Yansen was more like a wooden pole that saved her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Song Yuncheng blushed, smiled faintly, and let out a quiet laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Move over a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen carried his laptop, nudged Song Yuncheng with his hip, and sat down to her right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s plenty of space over there!” Song Yuncheng snapped back, pushing Chen Yansen toward the table corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Pop!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen leaned down and kissed her lips, forcibly shoving Song Yuncheng to his left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t we agree to only talk about work?” Song Yuncheng wiped her mouth, angrily demanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I promise that?” Chen Yansen countered with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know what Wang Teng’s team is working on every day?” Chen Yansen dropped his smile, asking seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, I heard from Xu Dan—they’re developing FoxTao’s mobile app. Why ask?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng answered instinctively, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They’re developing a mobile operating system,” Chen Yansen shook his head, speaking honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few people at FoxTao knew about the Aurora development team’s work—now there was one more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mobile operating system?” Song Yuncheng froze, her mind not catching up—in her view, FoxTao’s business had nothing to do with mobile OS.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I plan to enter the phone industry, but it’s still early days—so I need you to design a brand logo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke seriously, then added: “Keep this to yourself—don’t go blabbing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it. So what’s the product called?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng, realizing Chen Yansen truly wanted her to design, felt a sudden pang of disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not decided yet,” Chen Yansen shook his head, utterly honest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d thought of many names—banana, strawberry, rice—easy to say, down-to-earth, making users feel they could afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d also considered names like Lingxi, Shunying, Huanjie—but found them too awkward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He felt someone like Song Yuncheng, who had little contact with the phone industry, might come up with a name more appealing to the masses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“????”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng was baffled, helplessly smiling: “Boss, if you don’t even have a name, how am I supposed to design?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You know I’m your boss? I hired you to work—do you expect me to think of everything? What’s the point of you then?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen instantly put on the vile face of a capitalist, leaned back in his chair, and became a hands-off boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng rolled her eyes, stared at the screen, scoured the market for phone brand names, and tentatively asked: “How about Star Shine? Sounds high-end.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need something down-to-earth—something users instantly feel they can afford,” Chen Yansen snapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about Xiao Mai? A jin costs nine mao—cheaper than a bottle of mineral water.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng offered a new suggestion based on her upbringing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen shook his head—Xiao Mi was already there; Xiao Mai right after would be too obvious a copy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao La Jiao? Xiao Ping Guo? Xiao Tu Gou? Xiao Mian Bao? Xiao Hua Sheng?” Song Yuncheng continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thump!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen raised his hand and gave Song Yuncheng a hard knock on the head: “Use your brain.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What if I use my nickname? Call it Xiao Cheng Zi?” Song Yuncheng, still stinging from the hit, dared not retaliate, so she kept guessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Cheng Zi? Sounds okay. Three syllables are too long—cut it to two: just call it Cheng Zi.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing “Xiao Cheng Zi,” Chen Yansen suddenly became interested—years later, this thing would be mass-produced, prices dropping to 9.9 yuan for five jin, no pricier than Xiao Mai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cheng Zi? Apple? Won’t people accuse you of plagiarism?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng kindly warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When my shipment volume and sales exceed Apple’s, it’ll be them copying me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke confidently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll try,” Song Yuncheng, worn down by Chen Yansen’s audacity, smiled and opened CorelDRAW, sketching an orange outline, then adding two leaves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Remove one leaf—keep only one. See how it looks.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen placed his hand on Song Yuncheng’s shoulder, glanced at the logo draft, and immediately said: “Not satisfied.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay,” Song Yuncheng obeyed, deleting the left leaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks a bit like Apple,” Chen Yansen murmured, stroking his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then keep the left leaf?” Song Yuncheng asked, quickly adjusting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, now it’s better. Go back, tweak it, and send me three versions by email.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded in satisfaction, instructing Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’m leaving,” Song Yuncheng packed up her laptop, eager to get out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s still early—let’s watch a movie. I just bought a projector—help me test the clarity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pointed to the projector beside the sofa, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time,” Song Yuncheng smiled faintly, lips pressed together—Chen Yansen was clearly just trying to take advantage, using projector testing as an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dorm mates had all returned to campus—she didn’t want to explain tomorrow where she’d been tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing she wouldn’t bite, Chen Yansen didn’t press—he pulled Song Yuncheng into his arms, playing with her like a doll, until her face turned bright red, then let her go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked the time—just past eight. He picked up the stack of books by the door and walked into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving the teacher’s apartment, Song Yuncheng walked home, cheeks still flushed, smiling as she thought of Chen Yansen naming the new product after her nickname—her steps light and quick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1383,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","54832926a333a51d3c1f439be98dc6837806f5f6db4469cacae12d21531616bd","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-125","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-123",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]