[{"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-169":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},2264382,4419,"Chapter 169","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-169",169,"\u003Cp>Orange F1 is an Orange smartphone factory model specifically launched for the African market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It supports quad-SIM quad-standby, a 3.7-inch screen, 512MB + 8GB RAM, a 2320mAh large battery, and runs on AuroraOS 1.1.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In specifications, it absolutely crushes the Shanxing S5300 and Huawei Ascend Y100.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Zhou Jinling and others spent two months barely clearing the first batch of 50,000 units in inventory, which left Chen Yansen dissatisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, from the design phase, he had instructed the R&D team to optimize battery capacity, back panel material, camera algorithms, and switched to a larger aperture lens—all to meet local users’ actual usage needs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Jinling said Abyssinia isn’t as backward as we imagined; he recommends upgrading and improving the Orange C1 and launching it in Africa alongside the Orange F1.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua relayed this faithfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I understand. Have the factory produce another 100,000 units.” Chen Yansen paused, then instructed Cao Dahua.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking about it, even the poorest places on earth have rich people—he’d clearly underestimated Abyssinia’s consumer capacity for electronics.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Judging from Zhou Jinling’s work report, Orange phones had already broken into the local market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it, I’ll arrange it,” Cao Dahua replied with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Orange phones surpassed 8 million cumulative sales, Cao Dahua quit his job as a teacher at the Xu Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He devoted himself entirely to working for Chen Yansen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife complained a few times, but Cao Dahua shut her down with one line: “Are you teaching me how to do my job?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he sticks with Chen Yansen and works hard, given Orange Tech’s investment in its own factories, he’s destined to become a major figure in the phone industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he left Shencheng in defeat years ago, he was determined this time to seize the opportunity and realize his dream of rising to prominence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man can lose a hundred times, but he must win once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen asked further about production plans; based on the current monthly sales totals from Orange Mall, Taobao Flagship Store, and Pinbei Mall, all major platforms would need to switch to in-stock links before mid-December.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The current sales pace clearly couldn’t keep up with production speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve spoken with the production manager—we’ll reduce overtime after December 20th to control output.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen understood: either open new sales channels or launch a new model to ease this situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Underwhelming sales in Africa were dragging down Orange Factory’s expansion progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Should we talk to Old Lei and take over Xiaomi’s ODM orders?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Chen Yansen pondered silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Pinbei and Orange Tech employees began leaving for dinner did Chen Yansen snap back to reality—he checked the time: already 5 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget it; Xiaomi’s order volume isn’t even enough to fill Orange Factory’s tooth gap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen took the elevator to the third floor, gave brief instructions to Zhang Cong and Zhou Ze, then headed downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting in the car and waiting a few minutes, Meng Jie appeared, carrying her laptop bag, sprinting over with a smile and sliding into the passenger seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last time Zhao Maolin took me to dinner, that restaurant’s ambiance and food were pretty good—I’ll take you there.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled as he explained to Meng Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The restaurant he mentioned, of course, was Mingli—he wanted to see what Meng Jie looked like in Tang-style attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let’s go early and come back early—I have a Tax Law class tomorrow morning, and that teacher is brutal; everyone calls her ‘The Roll Call Killer.’”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem,” Chen Yansen replied casually—he’d already booked the hotel and had no intention of letting Meng Jie return to campus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, he sped toward the city center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his spiritual sense broke through to level 11, his car driving skill on the panel skyrocketed to Three-Star Professional (17\u002F100) in just half a month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This proved his earlier strategy of not wasting Xinhuo points on useless skills was correct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After his physical and spiritual stats broke through their peaks, Chen Yansen learned new things effortlessly, making rapid progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the Eight Vajra Exercises—he’d merely practiced them a few times, and his experience already climbed to One-Star Beginner (91\u002F100).\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, Chen Yansen felt that with his 10-point physique, this technique offered little benefit, so he didn’t take it seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On a bustling street corner in Abyssinia, East Africa, a busy Orange smartphone specialty store was packed with customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jinling, speaking broken English, was negotiating with a customer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His English was decent, but his accent was heavy, each word popping out like Liu Qiangdong’s style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhou, we’ve only got 20 units left in the warehouse—won’t last till tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A salesperson, holding an empty box, sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn! Headquarters won’t ship us more for at least another half-month—tomorrow we’re painting walls again. Can’t sit idle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jinling, smoking the butt of a cigarette, took money while cursing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat stains soaked his white shirt, clinging damply to his skin, yet his mood was exhilarated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the past month in Asbeba, he first studied the market, then opened a specialty store at the market entrance, and began promoting the Orange F1 to nearby merchants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cooperation model was blunt: Zhou Jinling supplied resellers at $89 per unit; they kept the profit margin, and he bought back unsold units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after the domestic smartphone explosion incident, Orange phone sales plummeted sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once selling 20–30 units daily, now they managed only 3–4.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Zhou Jinling and his two colleagues were worried, Cao Dahua called, bluntly stating: “If sales don’t pick up, the boss will replace you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Replace you” was a polite way of saying “fire you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jinling had nowhere to retreat—returning to Shencheng meant losing everything and being mocked; he had to fight for a chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d grown accustomed to luxury; spending his life as a mere screwdriver operator was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he gathered his remaining two team members, hired a local advertising company, and began “painting walls” in surrounding cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In plain terms: the same wall advertising common in rural China, which Zhou Jinling had imported to Africa—copying the tactics of China Mobile, China Telecom, and China Unicom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall ad three meters high and eight meters wide cost little—just $30 including labor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jinling painted over a hundred walls, each displaying the Orange F1’s appearance, labeled in English with specs, price, and a special emphasis: buy one phone, get a second battery free.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To his surprise, the method worked remarkably well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warehouse stock sold out quickly; they pulled in another 500 units from specialty stores in other cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within just three days, they were sold out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Zhou Jinling’s tactic, over a dozen other market teams began doing the same in their own regions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, commercial zones across Asbeba were plastered with eye-catching Orange phone ads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>$99!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>3.7-inch large screen, quad-SIM quad-standby, two batteries, 8GB massive storage smartphone!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The phonetic brand name “Orange” instantly became a hot commodity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nonono! Sold out! Sold out!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After selling the last Orange F1, Zhou Jinling shouted loudly at the customer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit!” Several customers who missed out glared angrily, still loitering by the counter, grumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jinling didn’t care—he waved them off, shook his head, repeatedly saying sold out, telling them to come back in two weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the customers left, Zhou Jinling rushed back to the warehouse to personally verify inventory—he trusted only himself now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Liang, I heard Zhou used to be a big boss in Huaqiangbei—could that be bullshit?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A salesperson named Jin Xu asked his counterpart Qi Liang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Xu had joined Orange Tech right after moving to Shencheng and was later assigned to Abyssinia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Liang was different—he’d previously worked in the marketing department of Ouhan phones and had followed Zhou Jinling for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bullshit? You don’t know anything! A year ago, Brother Zhou drove a Mercedes S-Class out of Huaqiangbei, tipped waitresses at business KTVs at least a thousand yuan, and ate abalone and sea cucumber like rice.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Liang sneered dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Indeed, Zhou Jinling had once been on top—everything went smoothly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn! That’s insane?” Jin Xu stared in awe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did Zhou Jinling look like now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wearing a $10 shirt, smoking $1 cigarettes, half his hair turned white—he looked like a fifty-year-old old man, with not a trace of his former boss aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You only see Zhou’s downfall—he once earned over a hundred million a year. Don’t underestimate him. Don’t casually call him ‘Old Zhou’—one day he might rise again, and when he does, you’ll beg to call him Brother Zhou, and he might not even reply.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qi Liang warned seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhou Jinling, just stepping to the door, paused—his eyes dimmed briefly, then brightened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I will rise again,” Zhou Jinling vowed silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll treat him more respectfully from now on,” Jin Xu said carelessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cao Zong and Zuo Zong are both old friends of Brother Zhou—I heard he got into Orange Tech thanks to Zuo Zong’s recommendation,” Qi Liang added, glancing at Jin Xu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way! Why didn’t you tell me sooner!” Jin Xu froze—he had no idea Zhou Jinling had this connection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he’d known, he’d never have called him “Old Zhou” every day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough! Cough!” Zhou Jinling deliberately cleared his throat, then stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhou, I was ignorant before—tonight I’ll treat you to a foot bath as an apology.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Xu grinned and approached, smiling ingratiatingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Foot bath? No thanks—you’re all too dark-skinned, I can’t bring myself to touch them. Since the stock’s sold out, let’s all go drink tonight.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhou Jinling draped his arm over Jin Xu’s neck, speaking casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He understood Jin Xu’s attitude shift was due to Cao Dahua and Zuo Hongyu, but he didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This three-man team was his lifeline to rebuilding his status at Orange Tech—he had to win over every one of them to have a chance at a comeback.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, someone like Jin Xu, a naive fool, might not be much help, but if he dragged us down or caused trouble, he’d be impossible to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Zhou, I heard from locals there are whiter ones too—let’s drink first, then go get foot massages.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jin Xu grinned, letting out a chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whiter on top or below?” Qi Liang pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two ease up, don’t get yourselves sick,” Zhou Jinling shook his head and refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If any of Zhou Jinling’s old acquaintances saw this scene, they’d be utterly astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Zhou Jinling used to be a veteran of the pleasure quarters, with no stunt he wouldn’t try.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, after enduring such a crushing blow, Zhou Jinling’s mindset had changed completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen and Meng Jie left Mingli Restaurant and drove toward the Sky Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This doesn’t seem like the way back to campus?” Meng Jie noticed something was off and asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s too late—don’t go back to campus. Let’s just stay in the city for the night.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie checked the time—it was only 8:30. How was that late?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t argue. Flashing through her mind were images that made her heart race, and she quietly lowered her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She thought to herself: No wonder Chen Yansen insisted on buying me that Tang-style Hezi dress—he had ulterior motives all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie gazed at Chen Yansen, her eyes glistening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1893,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","4a7d0ee5b1f732030f23564acf96c3e3d1b9b94f4c84e3bfb5fc3433cc4f800f","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-170","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-168",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]