[{"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-133":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},2264346,4419,"Chapter 133: Second Talent: Golden Mist (Requesting Monthly Votes)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-133",133,"\u003Cp>The next morning, mist hung thick in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes, gently shifted Song Yuncheng, who had been lying on top of him, to the side, pulled back the covers, and walked toward the small living room outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today was June 1st—another payday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat at his desk and opened the book he’d brought along to pass the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By eight o’clock, the Human Dao Flame column had already accumulated 597 strands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with the Aurora System R&D team included, monthly payroll expenses neared six million, yet it was still a drop in the bucket compared to what was needed for post-10 attribute points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Setting up a factory and manufacturing phones was absolutely necessary!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen summoned his panel and focused his intent on his physique—the familiar sensation returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat on the sofa, quietly sensing the changes in his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under his gaze, the skin and pores on his arms seemed to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inhaling and exhaling, contracting and expanding!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tendons, bones, skin, and flesh were as if being hammered inside a hundred-megapascal hydraulic chamber, their density increasing, while the strength and resilience of his bones, tendons, ligaments, fascia, tendon sheaths, and muscles transformed at lightning speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, the sensation was especially intense!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen exhaled deeply; his body felt as if just pulled from water, every pore glistening with fine, slightly cloudy sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, a new talent appeared in the talent column: [Rhino Skin, Tiger Bone]—impervious to water and fire, invulnerable to blades and bullets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly did “water and fire, blades and bullets” mean?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would a Barrett and an M2 heavy machine gun count as “bullets” under this category?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard to test—getting a gun wasn’t difficult, but shooting yourself? That was another matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just couldn’t cross that psychological barrier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stood up, walked to the sink, opened a disposable razor, pinched the plastic frame between two fingers, and crushed it into fragments—a thin blade fell onto the countertop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up the blade and held it against his arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just how reliable was this damn system?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wasn’t sure; after a moment’s hesitation, he still applied gentle pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp edge pressed against his skin—but it was blocked as if by tough rhino hide; with his current strength, he couldn’t cut in at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen slowly increased force; where blade met skin, a series of short, muffled “puff-puff” sounds emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crack!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade snapped abruptly and fell to the floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen lifted his arm, examined it closely—only a faint white mark remained; not even a scratch broke the skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My skin’s really thick as hell!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen chuckled, then immediately wondered: what if he got sick and needed surgery—what if the doctor couldn’t cut through his skin?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m already “impervious to water and fire, invulnerable to blades and bullets”—how could I possibly get sick?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen laughed it off and shook the absurd thoughts from his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He quickly rinsed off, dressed, and headed to the hotel’s indoor pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the front desk, he bought a swimsuit, goggles, and a swim cap, then stepped down into the pool, gripping the handrail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t swim at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the words “impervious to water and fire” still sparked his curiosity to test it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pinched his nose and submerged his head underwater.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oxygen in his lungs and blood gradually depleted, carbon dioxide built up—and just as he couldn’t hold his breath any longer,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every pore on his body suddenly opened, as if by instinct; oxygen from the water flowed through the fine pores back into Chen Yansen’s body, while carbon dioxide was expelled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation of suffocation vanished instantly!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen released his grip, held his breath, and his nasal muscles involuntarily contracted, sealing off the nasal passage and preventing water from entering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing remained smooth!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen groped around in the water for a while, and soon, he could move his arms and began swimming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, his movements were stiff and awkward—but once he mastered the technique and motion, swimming felt no different than walking on land, a liberating, fish-in-water ease.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Chen Yansen left the pool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “water” in “impervious to water and fire” meant underwater mobility—then what about “fire”?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he walked back, he pondered silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he abandoned the idea of testing it—he had no self-destructive tendencies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once physique and spirit reached 10, talents activated—so what’s the next activation threshold?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>20? 100? Or 1,000? 10,000?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen felt energized—he hoped the next talent would be something like [Immortal Life], [Great Sage Body], or even [Rebirth from a Single Drop of Blood].\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would I turn into an ageless immortal then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen chuckled, returned to Song Yuncheng’s room, found her still asleep, pinched her cheek, and kissed her soft lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not traveling with you again—you’re ruining my sleep,” Song Yuncheng muttered, blinking sleepily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng wasn’t sure whether she should take Chen Yansen to the hospital.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But weren’t you happy last night?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sat on the edge of the bed, teasing her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t talk! Go back to your room—otherwise High Finance will find out!” Song Yuncheng’s face flushed red, her eyes glistening, pushing him toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I haven’t done my morning exercise yet!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exercise your head!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s exactly about exercising your head!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen, you’re going to die!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They bickered, and before they knew it, they’d tumbled back into bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at 9:30 did they finally wash up, dress, and head downstairs for breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Wei stayed in his room after breakfast, too afraid to knock on Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng’s door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Chen Yansen called him on WeChat to depart did he grab his suitcase and head for the hotel lobby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the return trip, Gao Wei was tactful, treating Song Yuncheng with even greater respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane landed at Pengcheng Guanyin Airport.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting in the car, Song Yuncheng drove, Chen Yansen sat in the front passenger seat, and Gao Wei sat in the back—utterly uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, once I finish my resignation paperwork, I’ll immediately get a mainland driver’s license,” Gao Wei said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a license, but couldn’t drive legally on the mainland without exchanging it at the relevant authorities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm. Get hired as soon as possible—the 800 million from Augusta hasn’t been touched yet; it’s waiting for you to handle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen gave a casual instruction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 800 million in equity transfer fees would normally incur 150 million in taxes, but with a professional accountant’s expertise, leveraging tax havens and corporate structural differences, the tax burden could be legally reduced to between 90 and 120 million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was another core reason Chen Yansen paid Gao Wei 100,000 per month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Boss,” Gao Wei nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, the car stopped at the East Gate of Xuyuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Wei went straight back to the hotel to collect his things—he’d need to transfer flights back to Hong Kong that night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen dropped Song Yuncheng off at her dormitory, then went to the library to return and borrow books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, he passed Song Yang’s courier station and picked up the books he’d bought on Jingdong and Dangdang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recently, Liangzi Dong had been burning cash wildly on books—offering 199-100 full-category coupons every few days, forcing users to spend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the gimmicky vouchers of ten years later, these were genuine, full-category red packets usable on any book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This made Li Guoqing point at Liu Qiangdong on Weibo and yell: “I’m older than you, you started later than me—I’m the elder brother, you’ve got to listen to me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His implication: Liu Qiangdong’s strategy of sacrificing profits to crush Dangdang was unethical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faced with his former elder brother, Liu Qiangdong could only awkwardly smile and say he’d taken venture capital and had to deliver results—Brother Li, could you just bear with it for now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Guoqing had no choice but to endure—he launched his own price war, which ended up benefiting book-loving users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Big Client Acquisition Team immediately contacted Jingdong and launched a 199-110 book brand group promotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangdang quickly followed suit with a brand group event on Super Rebate, selling over 20 million in sales within three days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was already used to the internet chaos of 2011—these people, desperate to grab market share, wouldn’t hesitate to offer 199-150 coupons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, venture capital had their backs—spend it all, then ask for more!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen tossed the books onto the front passenger seat, drove to the faculty apartment building, and carried his things upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back in his room, he summoned his panel again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Host: Chen Yansen】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Physique: 10】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Spirit: 10】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Skills: Car Driving (Two-Star Proficient 74\u002F100), Guitar Playing (One-Star Beginner 83\u002F100), Eight-Section Vajra Art (One-Star Beginner 41\u002F100), Swimming (Two-Star Proficient 93\u002F100)】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Talents: Photographic Memory, Rhino Skin, Tiger Bone】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Human Dao Flame: 44】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>【Divine Dao Flame: 2】\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swimming skill is a derived talent from [Spike Skin Tiger Bone]; in just half an hour this morning, it nearly reached Level 3—99% effort can’t match 1% talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The remaining 244 strands of Human Dao’s ember were fused into 2 strands of Divine Dao’s ember.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hesitated for a few seconds, then added it to Spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A golden thread as thin as a hair appeared out of nowhere—or perhaps pierced through from a higher-dimensional space—and drilled into his third eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, there was no sensation of soul searing, only a refreshing, pleasant clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three seconds later, all returned to stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spirit value increased to 10.02!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did my 200 strands of Human Dao’s ember vanish in just three seconds?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen couldn’t help cursing aloud—this was too fast, reminding him of some humiliating memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far away in Shencheng, Old Cao and Zuo Hongyu had just exited the electronic auction center and stood together, staring at the equipment list in their hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>16 high-speed chip mounters (Fujicp842e), 8 high-precision chip mounters (YamahaYSM10), 8 solder paste printers (DEK265), 8 reflow ovens (BTUPyramax), 12 AOI inspection systems (Omron VT-S730).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These amounted to the equipment for roughly eight SMT production lines; though secondhand, the price was high—totaling 128 million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Finally done. Test equipment can be picked up in Shencheng, but for assembling production gear, we need Taike in Sucheng—best quality, most reliable after-sales.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Cao exhaled, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We can ask Chen Zong to transfer the funds. Zhou Jinling called me yesterday—he wants to join us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Hongyu opened a bottle of mineral water and wiped his sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s ‘you guys,’ not ‘us.’ I’m the head of the Entrepreneurship Park at Xucheng Academy—I’m just here to supervise.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua quickly corrected himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Hua, stop pretending! I know you’ve never forgotten the factory’s collapse—otherwise, why, after five years away from Shencheng, do you still know every piece of equipment’s price by heart?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zuo Hongyu cut straight to Cao Dahua’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Zuo, you’re just too honest.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua’s expression froze; he forced a awkward laugh and muttered helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1832,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8718742b203002805b7fae02b80145e685f27838c55b229ffe986b9899c8c982","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-134","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-132",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]