[{"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-147":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},2264360,4419,"Chapter 147","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-147",147,"\u003Cp>August 31, the day before registration at Xu Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A year passed in the blink of an eye; the six residents of Dorm 8302 had transformed from freshman newcomers into second-year veterans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe put on a light beige suit and combed his hair until it gleamed with oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhe, aren’t you hot?” Song Yang stared at Tang Zhenzhe with a strange expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today’s high temperature was 28 degrees Celsius—he still felt stifled even in a short-sleeve shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I stand at the campus gate in this outfit, the freshman girls will be utterly bewitched.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe grinned, his eyes brimming with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at him, thinking: Hopefully the girls aren’t the ones bewitched—it’s their mothers you’ll end up charming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aren’t you still chasing after Secretary Su?” Zhu Xiaopeng chimed in from the balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t mention it—I’ve been kissing cold ass and it won’t warm up. I think Sen-ge is right; I’ll only get a girlfriend from the freshmen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe chuckled, turning to look at Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough nonsense. Get packed. There are plenty of freshmen who arrived early—this afternoon, you two go to the telecom office and distribute the second-tier agent SIM cards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen put away his phone and stood up to urge them on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d slept until 4:30, got up and read for four hours, ate breakfast, then wandered over to 8302 to pick up the others for an off-campus meal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge, don’t worry! Yesterday Zihao already split the second-tier agents between us—we won’t mess it up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yang quickly assured him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Xiaopeng and Wang Zhengqiang exchanged glances, secretly envious of Tang Zhenzhe and Song Yang taking over the campus SIM card business.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, they’d only need to work three days to earn over ten thousand in commissions—over four thousand a day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest, many Xu Yuan graduates earned less than four thousand a month in their first jobs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But their own lives at Xu Yuan weren’t bad either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Xiaopeng had worked nearly a year in Fox Tao ’s customer service team; with quarterly bonuses, he earned three or four thousand a month as a part-timer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over the year, after daily expenses, he’d saved two or three ten thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For this semester’s tuition, Zhu Xiaopeng hadn’t asked his parents for a cent—he even gave each of them a five-thousand-yuan red envelope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhengqiang helped Song Yang run the courier station and earned two or three thousand a month, so busy he’d stopped playing soccer altogether.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Song Yang started dating, he’d become a hands-off boss, handing the courier station entirely over to Wang Zhengqiang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His salary rose by five hundred—he now earned three thousand a month, and with his parents’ allowance, his bank balance kept growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both knew that all these changes in Dorm 8302 were thanks to Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Tang Zhenzhe becoming class monitor was the result of Chen Yansen’s vote-pulling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Guo didn’t even treat us to dinner before leaving—so stingy,” Chen Yansen joked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guo Dongchen had successfully passed his PhD entrance exam, just like in his previous life—he was probably in Shanghai, waiting to register at Jiaotong University.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So the counselor for Class 10 News had been replaced by a new PhD named Zhang Shun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge, do you think the new counselor will re-elect the class monitor?” Tang Zhenzhe frowned, whispering as the topic came up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been class monitor for a year and had tasted the sweetness—he no longer resisted it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry. As long as you don’t point your finger and curse him, Zhang Shun won’t care. I’ve checked—he’s even more laid-back than Guo Dongchen, completely hands-off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, good.” Tang Zhenzhe exhaled, finally relaxing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chengzi Tech’s brand department needs an intern—if you’re interested…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen looked at Tang Zhenzhe and spoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge, I’m super interested! As soon as I finish these two days, I’ll report in!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Chen Yansen could finish, Tang Zhenzhe’s face lit up—he grabbed Chen’s arm and agreed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come on, let’s go! If we wait any longer, we won’t get a table.” Song Yang slipped on his shoes and pushed Wang Zhengqiang toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Xiaopeng locked the dorm door last and hurried after them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yang-ge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they passed the male dorms of the School of Literature and Communication, people kept greeting them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dorm 8302 was extremely well-known among the Class of 2010; Song Yang’s courier station, though tiny compared to Fox Tao  and Chengzi Tech, was like an ant beside an elephant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to ordinary students, Song Yang—who netted seventy or eighty thousand a year—was a campus celebrity, otherwise how else would a sophomore senior have chased him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen needed no introduction—Chengzi Phone’s terrifying pre-sale of two million units had made him more famous than the university president.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many freshmen who hadn’t even registered yet knew of a senior named Chen Yansen who, in just one year of entrepreneurship, had amassed over ten billion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s tall, handsome, and young-rich image still sparked fantasies among many naive girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be so romantic, they dreamed, to have a chance encounter with him along Xu Yuan’s cherry blossom walkway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The six reached the first floor, but Chen Yansen didn’t drive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They walked south along Xuelin Road, heading toward the campus gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As usual, they chose Shuangqing Restaurant; after eating their fill, Chen Yansen, Meng Xibo, Wang Zhengqiang, and Zhu Xiaopeng headed to the Entrepreneurship Park.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yang and Tang Zhenzhe went together to the campus telecom office to coordinate tomorrow’s SIM card promotion with Meng Yaqin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stepped onto the second floor—he hadn’t been to the Entrepreneurship Park in a while, having been busy designing the new phone and staying mostly at Chengzi Tech; even Fox Tao ’s morning meetings had switched to online reports.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge!” Xiang Pengfei greeted him with a smile as he entered Room 206.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded slightly, sat down, and noticed the desk was spotless—someone clearly cleaned it regularly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him, Song Yuncheng seemed to sense his presence and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said nothing, turned on his computer, logged into the data backend, and checked the latest core metrics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fox Tao ’s total August sales reached 3.7 billion, with Chengzi Phone contributing over 2 billion—the remaining 1.6 billion represented Fox Tao ’s true performance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily active users rose from 4 million at the end of July to 4.8 million, just one step away from the 5 million mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even after ad spending was halved, growth remained steady, thanks largely to traffic from Chengzi Phone users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After buying phones, these users had to wait 21 days for their rebates to arrive; during that time, they occasionally opened Fox Tao  to browse Super Rebates, Nine-Yuan Deals, or the Mall’s rebate section, generating second and third purchases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Data showed that roughly 40% of Chengzi Phone users completed a second purchase on Fox Tao .\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a financial standpoint, though they lost 1.7% in gross margin, they gained 2 million new customers for Fox Tao  and boosted Chengzi Phone’s pre-sales—it was worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding-ding-ding—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The message window in the lower-right corner of his computer screen suddenly flickered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen opened it, saw it was from Meng Jie, stood up, and went downstairs to pick up his car at the faculty apartment building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng glanced subtly, guessed what Chen Yansen was about to do, and sighed: “It’s still more reliable to focus on making money. Handsome guys are unreliable anyway—let alone rich and handsome ones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she opened a business PowerPoint and reviewed the latest trends in the group-buying industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lashou.com’s IPO attempt failed, and it refocused on expanding market share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meituan.com, after securing 80 million U.S. dollars in funding from DST and Alibaba, was pushing hard to enter the top three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gaopeng.com faced repeated brand crises; even with Fox Tao  and Tencent backing it, its market share plummeted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excluding Juhuasuan, the current top three in the group-buying sector were Lashou, WoWoTuan, and Nuomi.com; Meituan ranked fourth, while Gaopeng barely clung to tenth place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng thought for a moment, picked up her phone, and called Lashou and WoWoTuan to discuss September’s group-buying promotions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early the next morning, Song Yang and Tang Zhenzhe, dressed neatly, sat at the telecom campus SIM card booth, busy selling cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sir, could you tell me where the School of Literature and Communication registration point is?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe was bent over organizing SIM cards when a clear, bright voice sounded beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sir?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around here, besides him and Song Yang, all telecom staff were female—where did this “sir” come from?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha…” Song Yang burst out laughing, pointing at Tang Zhenzhe: “Brother Zhe, I told you not to wear that suit—you already look too old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe finally realized the girl was calling him “sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Korean dramas had recently popularized terms like “sir,” “little brother,” and “little sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young girls loved calling men over ten years older than them “sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss, how am I a sir? I’m only a second-year student!” Tang Zhenzhe replied, annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you’re wearing a suit and your hairstyle is so mature—you really look like a handsome sir.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl, backpack slung over her shoulder, grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe’s face darkened at the first half, then brightened at the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at her: high ponytail, fair face, cheeks flushed pink from the heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll show you the way? Are you in Journalism or Chinese Language? Why didn’t your parents come with you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe set down the SIM cards, stepped out of the booth, and offered to guide her to the Literature and Communication registration point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m local—home’s only ten minutes away, no need for my parents to come.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe smiled back, but his heart sank—he realized he wouldn’t sell her a SIM card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen picked up Meng Jie from the bus station and brought her back to Xu Yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two months apart, the two didn’t even bother grabbing their luggage, heading straight for Room 0418, rolling from the bathroom into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This door bolt’s insertion hole, whether used for the first time or after long disuse, requires a period of re-matching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, Chen Yansen had studied the Yingzao Fashi and understood the structure and use of door bolt craftsmanship intimately; soon, he grasped the thickness and path of the insertion hole and began tugging back and forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, a thousand miles away in Shencheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jin Ling, accompanied by two market expansion staff, boarded a flight to Abyssinia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hired over thirty overseas channel managers like Zhou Jin Ling, most of whom had offline sales experience in African markets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some could even speak fluent Arabic or French.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These people were like seeds Chen Yansen had casually scattered, each flying toward the African market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1805,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e06f1d437b5be3aac375615d002aeef26a1d801a10fb5094995c7e3cf3f2873b","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-148","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-146",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]