Chapter 133: Second Talent, Golden Mist (Requesting Monthly Tickets)

The next morning, mist filled the air.

Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes, gently moved Song Yuncheng, who had been lying on him, to the side, pulled back the quilt, and walked out to the small living room outside the door.

Today is June 1st, payday again.

He sat at the desk, opened a book he had brought with him, and passed the time.

By 8 o'clock, the column for the Human Torch of Humanity already held 597 threads.

Now, including the R&D team for the Aurora System, monthly salary expenses are nearly 6 million, but for the points needed after 10, it is still a drop in the bucket.

Opening a factory, manufacturing phones, is imperative!

Chen Yansen summoned the panel, focused his will on Constitution, and the familiar sensation struck again.

He sat on the sofa, quietly feeling the changes in his body.

Under his gaze, the skin and pores on his arm seemed to breathe.

Open and close, contract and expand!

Bones, tendons, skin, and flesh seemed to be hammered in a hydraulic chamber of 100 megapascals; density gradually increased, and the strength and toughness of bones, tendons, ligaments, fascia, tendon sheaths, and muscles transformed rapidly.

This sensation was exceptionally intense!

Chen Yansen let out a long sigh; his body was like one just pulled from water, covered in fine beads of sweat around the pores, slightly turbid.

At this moment, a new entry appeared in the Talent column: 【Rhino-Skin Tiger Bone】: Immune to water and fire, invulnerable to blades and guns!

What exactly does "immune to water and fire, invulnerable to blades and guns" mean?

Do a Barrett and an M2 heavy machine gun also count as "guns"? Do they fall within this category of "guns"?

This thing is hard to test; getting a gun isn't difficult, but shooting oneself is very hard.

He couldn't get past that mental barrier.

Chen Yansen stood up, walked to the sink, opened a disposable razor, squeezed with two fingers, and the plastic frame crumbled into pieces; a thin blade fell onto the counter.

He picked up the blade and held it against his arm.

Is this damn system reliable at all?

Chen Yansen was not entirely sure; after hesitating for a moment, he still began to apply force gently.

The sharp edge pressed against the skin, but it was as if blocked by a layer of tough rhino hide; with his current strength, it simply could not cut in.

Chen Yansen gradually increased his force; where the blade edge contacted the skin, short "puff-puff" sounds immediately rang out.

"Crack!"

The blade suddenly snapped and shattered onto the floor!

Chen Yansen raised his hand and examined it closely; on his arm, besides a white mark, not even a layer of skin was broken.

"My skin really is thick enough!"

Chen Yansen chuckled and sighed, but he immediately thought: what if he gets sick and needs surgery, and the doctor can't cut through his skin tissue?

Damn!

I'm already "immune to water and fire, invulnerable to blades and guns"; how could I possibly get sick!

Chen Yansen smiled carefree and brushed the chaotic thoughts out of his mind.

He then quickly rinsed, put on his clothes, and headed to the hotel's indoor pool.

After buying a swimsuit, goggles, and a swim cap at the service desk, he held the handrail and climbed down into the pool.

He couldn't swim!

But the four words "immune to water and fire" still made him want to test it.

He pinched his nose and buried his head in the water.

Oxygen in his lungs and blood gradually decreased while carbon dioxide increased; just as he couldn't help but want to lift his head to breathe.

Suddenly, pores all over his body opened, like an instinctive reaction; oxygen from the water passed through the fine pores and re-entered Chen Yansen's body, while carbon dioxide was expelled at the same time.

The sensation of suffocation vanished instantly!

Chen Yansen let go, held his breath; the muscles around his nostrils unconsciously contracted, closing the nasal passages and blocking water from entering.

Breathing remained smooth!

Chen Yansen fumbled around in the water for a while; before long, he could move his arms and swim in the water.

At first, his posture was stiff and awkward, but after getting used to the way to exert force and the movements, he was no different in the water than on land, feeling a sense of ease like a fish in water.

Half an hour later, Chen Yansen left the swimming pool.

The "water" in "immune to water and fire" refers to gaining the ability to move underwater; what about fire?

Chen Yansen pondered silently as he walked back.

In the end, he gave up the idea of testing; he had no masochistic tendencies.

After Constitution and Spirit reached 10, talents activated; what is the activation threshold for the next talent?

20 or 100, or perhaps 1,000, 10,000?

Chen Yansen was full of motivation; best if he got talents like 【Immortality】, 【Great Perfection Saint Body】, and he'd better get 【Blood Drop Rebirth】 too.

Then wouldn't I become an immortal old thing?

Chen Yansen chuckled, returned to Song Yuncheng's room, saw she hadn't woken yet, pinched her cheek, and kissed her soft lips.

"Next time I won't go on a business trip with you; I can't sleep well at all," Song Yuncheng said with difficulty, opening her eyes, looking exhausted.

Song Yuncheng wasn't sure whether to take Chen Yansen to the hospital for a checkup.

"But weren't you quite happy last night?"

Chen Yansen sat by the bed, holding her and teasing.

"Stop talking! Go back to your own room, or Finance Director Gao will find out." Song Yuncheng's small face turned red, her eyes watery, as she pushed Chen Yansen out.

"I haven't done morning exercises yet!"

"I'll train your head!"

"Exactly, training the head!"

"Chen Yansen, do you want to die?"

The two bantered, and before they knew it, they had slipped under the covers.

Not until nine-thirty did the two finish washing and dressing, then go downstairs for breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Gao Weilin stayed in his room the whole time; he dared not knock on the doors of either Chen Yansen or Song Yuncheng.

Only when Chen Yansen called him to set off on WeChat did he pull his suitcase toward the hotel lobby.

On the return journey, Gao Weilin was very tactful and treated Song Yuncheng with even greater respect.

The plane landed at Peng Cheng Guanyin Airport.

After getting in the car, Song Yuncheng drove, Chen Yansen took the front passenger seat, and Gao Weilin sat in the back row, yet felt entirely uncomfortable.

"Boss, once I finish the resignation procedures, I'll immediately go exchange for a mainland driver's license," Gao Weilin said.

He had a driver's license, but could not drive directly in the mainland; he had to go to the relevant agency to exchange for documents before he could legally hit the road.

"Mm, join as soon as possible. The 800 million in funds from Augusta hasn't been touched yet; we're waiting for you to handle it."

Chen Yansen gave the order lightly.

For the 800 million equity transfer payment, normal tax would be 150 million, but with a professional accountant's ability, leveraging tax havens and differences in company attributes, the tax amount could be legally reduced to between 90 million and 120 million.

This was another core reason Chen Yansen spent 100,000 monthly to keep Gao Weilin on staff.

"Alright, Boss," Gao Weilin nodded and agreed.

An hour later, the car stopped at the east gate of Xu Yuan.

Gao Weilin went straight back to the hotel to get his things; that night he still had to transfer flights back to Hong Kong Island.

Chen Yansen dropped Song Yuncheng off at the foot of the dormitory building, then went to the library to return and borrow books.

Afterwards, passing Song Yang's courier station, he picked up the books he had bought on JD. com and Dangdang. com.

Recently, Jingdong had been burning money wildly in the book category, issuing 199-minus-100 coupons for all categories every few days, forcing users to spend.

This was different from the coupon tricks of ten years later; these were genuine all-category red packets usable on any book purchase.

This prompted Li Guoqing to point at Liu Qiangdong on Weibo and scold: "I am older than you; you started later than me. I am the big brother; you must listen when I speak."

The implication was that Liu Qiangdong's approach of sacrificing costs to drive Dangdang to the brink was unkind.

Facing the former big brother, Liu Qiangdong could only smile awkwardly, saying he had taken venture capital money and had to deliver results; "Li Ge, why don't you just hold on a bit longer?"

If Li Guoqing held on any longer, there would be no way out for him; he likewise launched a price war, which actually gave quite a few benefits to the user group that loved buying books.

Seeing this, the major client investment group immediately contacted JD. com and launched a 199-minus-110 book brand group-buy event.

Dangdang. com immediately followed suit, holding a brand group-buy event on Super Return as well, selling over 20 million in sales volume in just three days.

Chen Yansen was long accustomed to the great internet chaos of 2011; these people, in their rush to grab market share, would dare issue not just 199-minus-110 coupons, but even 199-minus-150 coupons.

Anyway, venture capital backed them; spend the money, then ask for more!

Chen Yansen tossed the books onto the front passenger seat, drove to the foot of the faculty apartment building, and carried the things upstairs.

Back in his room, he summoned the panel once more.

【Host: Chen Yansen】

【Physique: 10】

【Spirit: 10】

【Skills: Car Driving (Two-Star Proficiency 74/100), Guitar Playing (One-Star Beginner 83/100), Eight-Part Diamond Art (One-Star Beginner 41/100), Swimming (Two-Star Proficiency 93/100)】

【Talents: Photographic Memory, Rhinoceros-Skin Tiger-Bone】

【Humanity Torch: 44】

【Divine Path Torch: 2】

The swimming skill was a derivative talent brought by 【Rhinoceros-Skin Tiger-Bone】; in just that half-hour of morning practice, it nearly reached level 3. Truly, 99% effort is no match for 1% talent.

The remaining 244 threads of Humanity Torch were synthesized by him into 2 threads of Divine Path Torch.

Chen Yansen hesitated for a few seconds, then still added it to Spirit.

A golden line, fine as a hair, appeared out of thin air, or perhaps pierced through the void from a higher-dimensional space, drilling into his brow.

This time there was no soul-burning sensation, only the comfort of a refreshed mind.

Three seconds later, everything returned to calm.

The Spirit value rose to 10.02!

Damn!

My 200 threads of Humanity Torch took only three seconds?

Chen Yansen couldn't help cursing loudly; it was too fast, reminding him of some embarrassing past events.

Meanwhile.

Far away in Shencheng, Lao Cao and Zuo Hongyu had just walked out of the electronic auction center; the two huddled together, staring at the equipment list in their hands.

High-speed surface mount machines (Fujicp842e) 16 units, high-precision surface mount machines (Yamahaysm10) 8 units, solder paste printers (Dek265) 8 units, reflow soldering furnaces (Btupyramax) 8 units, AOI inspection (Omron Vt-s730) 12 units.

These amounted to roughly the equipment quantity for 8 SMT production lines; though second-hand, the price was not low, totaling 128 million.

"Finally done. The testing equipment will be sourced in Shencheng; the assembly production equipment must still come from Suzhou Taike—best quality, most reliable after-sales service."

Lao Cao sighed with relief and said with a smile.

"We can ask Mr. Chen to transfer the funds now. Zhou Jinling called me yesterday, saying he wants to join us in this venture."

Zuo Hongyu unscrewed a bottle of mineral water, wiped his sweat, and said.

"It's you guys, not us. I am merely the person in charge of the startup park at Xu Cheng Academy, just here to offer guidance."

Cao Dahua hurriedly corrected.

"Brother Hua, stop pretending! I know you've been holding onto the factory's closure all these years; otherwise, why haven't you been to Shencheng for five years, yet you still know the prices of this equipment inside out?"

Zuo Hongyu saw right through Cao Dahua's thoughts.

"Old Zuo, you're just too honest."

Cao Dahua's expression froze; he smiled awkwardly and cursed helplessly.

(End of this chapter)