[{"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-19":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},2264232,4419,"Chapter 19: The First Bucket of Gold: 180,000! (Begging for Follows)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-19",19,"\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen, what did my dad say to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Meng Jie grabbed Chen Yansen as soon as she got in the car and started pressing him for answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He asked me if we’re dating.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her anxious expression, Chen Yansen couldn’t help but smile faintly and teased her casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What!? How could he ask that!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie froze for a moment, her emotions collapsing instantly—especially when she saw Wang Zihao in the front seat barely holding back his laughter, making her feel she’d lost all dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So how did you answer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After venting for a while, Meng Jie gripped Chen Yansen’s arm again and asked cautiously, afraid he’d give her an answer she couldn’t accept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want me to say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Experienced as he was, Chen Yansen kicked the question right back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie looked at him as if it were obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yeah, we thought the same thing—I told him the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded, praising her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what exactly did you tell my dad?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie pressed on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told him the truth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stretched his arms wide, yawned, and grinned mischievously, repeating himself like a broken recorder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie finally caught on, teeth bared in fury, cursing loudly, her cheeks still flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In reality, Meng ZhenGuo would never ask such a question; with his experience and depth, a few casual words were enough to discern a person’s character, academic and career prospects, and whether they could positively intersect with Meng Jie’s future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What he hadn’t expected was that Chen Yansen’s level was far beyond his own.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their back-and-forth exchange, filled with hidden meanings, yielded only the information Chen Yansen deliberately revealed—none of the insights he truly wanted were extracted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Meng ZhenGuo felt both admiration and resentment toward Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He admired Chen Yansen’s maturity far beyond his years—such exceptional insight would surely let him thrive in society, making him more than qualified as a son-in-law;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He resented that his own daughter’s emotional intelligence and capabilities were utterly insufficient to control Chen Yansen—if this boy turned out to be fickle and promiscuous, Meng Jie would only suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After much deliberation, he decided to let it go for now and head home to discuss it with his wife.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one-hour drive passed in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious, Meng Jie followed Chen Yansen and the other two into the old house in Xicheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thud!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao tossed the cash box onto the floor and plopped down, eagerly beginning to count the money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have you two been doing this all summer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie pointed at the mountain of boxes piled in the room, astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not exactly—we’re only on day two. On the eighth, we’re going to Zhenyang Pass. Are you coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rolled up his pant legs to his shins and sat cross-legged on the blue stone slabs, utterly unrefined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! Trying to get me to work for free again!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie sat beside him, tone Buman , knowing full well his little scheme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax, I’m not paying you—so it’s not free labor.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke with dead seriousness, his handsome face clashing absurdly with his sly expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guess how much we made?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao suddenly looked up, grinning at Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Four hundred MP3s and two hundred MP4s—just wiggle your toes and you can calculate it. Add yesterday’s profit, it’s under forty-eight thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow, speaking casually—as if forty-eight thousand were forty-eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What did you say!?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie jumped in shock, face filled with disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father, as a bank branch manager, earned eight thousand yuan a month including bonuses—a sum that, in 2010’s Chunshen, surpassed 99.9% of ordinary people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet now Chen Yansen told her he’d earned in two days what her father made in half a year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sales far exceeded my expectations—there’s almost no MP4 stock left. I plan to restock.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen ignored Meng Jie’s stunned expression, paused to think, then explained to Wang Zihao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How much?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao asked eagerly—he had no objections to Chen Yansen’s decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll update you tomorrow. I need to reassess the population, spending power, and market saturation of the remaining townships before deciding on the second batch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen replied without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greed and caution were both fatal in business; only thorough market research and rational analysis could guide him to the right decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie watched it all, realizing Chen Yansen’s behavior was nothing like an eighteen-year-old—he seemed more like a seasoned businessman who’d weathered the commercial seas for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao grunted. Honestly, he understood little of what Chen Yansen said—but he knew one thing: just follow along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go. I’ll take you home.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen exhaled deeply, patted Meng Jie’s head, then turned and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, selling goods with you two is kind of fun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie lowered her head, speaking softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Be at the old house at seven a.m. on the eighth.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stopped abruptly at her words, turned around, looked at her, then extended one finger and pushed up her black-rimmed glasses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time, take off your glasses—I want to see a different you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s words were gentle, like a warm stream washing over Meng Jie’s heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it—I’ll walk home myself. You don’t need to see me off.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart racing, she blurted it out and sprinted home without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her posture was so cool, Chen Yansen couldn’t help laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his laughter behind her, Meng Jie ran faster, muttering “damn pervert” under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the following period, the sales team was officially formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On every even-numbered lunar day, the three of them traveled outward from Chunshen, hitting markets from near to far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao’s tongue grew slicker, and Meng Jie’s speed at counting money became increasingly refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By late August, they had sold out the second batch entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“August 8, Bao Yi Town: 147 MP3s sold, 85 MP4s sold, revenue 24,118, profit 11,024.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“August 10, Zhenyang Pass: 235 MP3s sold, 98 MP4s sold, revenue 31,017, profit 14,479.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“August 12, Feng Zhuang Town.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“August 14, Shan Jue Town.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We sold a total of 2,987 MP3s and 1,390 MP4s. After deducting chartered bus fees, fuel, meals, etc., we still have over 190,000 in profit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the courtyard of the old house in Xicheng, Wang Zihao held a worn, curled notebook, reporting the latest sales figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The 23 defective units were excluded and returned to the factory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having absorbed Chen Yansen’s influence for so long, Wang Zihao now spoke constantly of “revenue” and “gross profit”—a transformation so dramatic it was astonishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you before—your three thousand yuan counts as five percent. I rounded it up for you—exactly ten thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen tossed a thick stack of cash from the bag straight into Wang Zihao’s lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, thanks, Sen-ge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao held the money, sniffed it, then rubbed his face against it, mumbling: “Man, this smells amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Humanity’s Flame +1!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A semi-transparent string of text floated before Chen Yansen’s eyes—the long-silent system had finally found its use.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“System! Give me points!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen roared inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A thin strand of white vapor materialized out of nowhere and shot into his brow—suddenly, a bone-chilling cold surged through his veins into his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sensation came fast and vanished faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Chen Yansen could react, the chill was gone, and his physique stat had changed from “1.16” to “1.17.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he felt no physical change at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except his right foot, which had been numb from squatting, now felt fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stupid system! Come out and talk!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen exploded in rage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After cursing for a while, he remembered the system was just an inanimate object—he sighed helplessly: “Still gotta hustle for money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s just my sister. My sister says purple has elegance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Music suddenly blared, and his phone in his pocket vibrated wildly; Chen Yansen snapped back to attention and pressed the answer button at random.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get your ass home within ten minutes!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end of the line, Chen Guobin gripped a wooden stick as thick as a bowl and roared into the receiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether we make it on recommendation this week depends on you all—thank you so much! Please don’t abandon the novel; help me by reading to the latest chapter—I’m begging you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1385,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e2feca766f1c24c57a52823cfdc69e220afc14947e09701261bc8a78c943fa5e","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-20","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-18",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]