Chapter 192

"Build a factory in Xucheng?"

Inside the private room, Chen Yansen listened to Xu Zhenhui's proposal and began to think seriously.

Generally speaking, the location of a smartphone assembly plant focuses on infrastructure, industrial support, labor resources, and policy environment.

Although Xucheng's labor costs are low, there are no component suppliers in the city or surrounding areas, and before the Beijing-Shanghai and Longhai railway trunk lines opened, its transportation convenience was far inferior to Shencheng's.

Moreover, a smartphone factory capable of accommodating over ten thousand employees requires at least one and a half years for site selection, planning, approval, construction, inspection, and commissioning.

Xu Zhenhui has overseen Xucheng affairs for two years; by the time the factory is built and yields results, he could use it as a stepping stone for promotion, but his five-year term is nearly over.

Whether his successor will be as willing as he is to secure tax breaks, land concessions, and fiscal subsidies for Orange Tech remains uncertain.

"What concerns does Mr. Chen have?"

Xu Zhenhui pressed.

In formal settings, he now addressed Chen Yansen as Mr. Chen instead of "Student Chen."

"Director Xu, Orange Tech's current smartphone production capacity exactly matches monthly sales—I wouldn't have any orders if I built another medium-sized factory."

Chen Yansen smiled bitterly, looking troubled.

"I heard Orange Tech rented another fifty thousand square meters of factory space in Zhongsha Tech Park."

Xu Zhenhui cut straight to the point, unwilling to beat around the bush.

"So, it's even less necessary." Chen Yansen smiled faintly, showing no embarrassment, and refused firmly.

He was not the least intimidated by Xu Zhenhui.

Orange Tech's smartphone factory in Shencheng provides over six thousand jobs; Yunsu Express's headquarters moved to Hucheng, employing nearly twenty thousand nationwide employees enrolled in social insurance.

Chen Yansen was no one to be manipulated.

Xu Zhenhui's expression froze—he hadn't expected Chen Yansen to be so unyielding—but then he understood Chen's reasoning.

"At the intersection of East Second Ring Road and Port South Road, there's an eighty-thousand-square-meter factory building, originally part of Boyang Industrial Zone, but they relocated to Lucheng, leaving the land vacant—utilities and communications are fully installed, and it's close to the bus and train stations."

"Orange Tech only needs to complete recruitment and production line calibration to start manufacturing immediately."

Xu Zhenhui spoke slowly, clearly having prepared this in advance.

Chen Yansen frowned slightly—he hadn't expected Xu to be so persistent, having already picked out a site for him before he even arrived.

But he still wasn't eager; building a factory in Xucheng meant assembling an entire management team, and he had no suitable candidates on hand.

In short, the cost outweighed the benefit—it was hard work with no reward.

Seeing this, Xu Zhenhui sighed: "Student Chen, though you're not from Xucheng, you're a graduate of Xuyuan University—once the factory is operational, it will solve employment for over ten thousand people."

Chen Yansen chuckled softly, choosing his words carefully: "Director Xu, I truly wish to contribute to Xucheng, but its transportation and industrial infrastructure simply cannot meet Orange Tech's development needs. I'm sorry."

"I can personally arrange to sell the factory building to Orange Tech at cost price—16 million—and I'll secure the best possible tax and subsidy policies for you."

Xu Zhenhui's tone was sincere, his gaze fixed on Chen Yansen.

An eighty-thousand-square-meter factory building for only 16 million?

Chen Yansen was internally startled—he didn't think Xu was lying; the price truly matched cost.

In Shencheng, the annual rent for a building of equal size was over 14 million.

What's the difference between this and giving it away?

"Director Xu, let me think it over—setting up a branch factory poses a significant challenge to Orange Tech's management capabilities."

Chen Yansen softened slightly but gave no direct answer.

Xu Zhenhui felt disappointed, yet powerless—compared to first-tier cities like Yan, Hush, Yue, and Shencheng, Xucheng's supporting infrastructure was indeed inadequate.

He could understand Chen's refusal.

Xu Zhenhui then changed the subject, discussing Pianbei and Orange Tech's recent developments, and smiled, reminding him the previous offer still stood—if he encountered any trouble in Xucheng, he could always contact his secretary.

Chen Yansen nodded, but he didn't change his mind because Xu treated him with courtesy.

Building a factory in Xucheng wasn't impossible—but Xu needed to offer real leverage.

Tax breaks, land concessions, fiscal subsidies—given Orange Tech's current strength, it could secure similar terms in any city in Hui'an.

After some polite small talk, Xu Zhenhui rose to take his leave.

Chen Yansen saw him off to the first floor, waiting until he got into his car and drove away before checking the time and deciding to drive back to Xuyuan University.

"You drive."

Chen Yansen tossed the car keys to Ye Qiuping.

"Yes, Boss." Ye Qiuping caught the keys and replied obediently.

On the way back, Chen Yansen sat in the passenger seat, momentarily lost in memory, transported back to the year they first met.

Back then, Ye Qiuping was dazzlingly beautiful, driving an Audi convertible to work every day, often speeding with him along Shanghai's Middle Ring Road under the night sky.

Chen Yansen learned many things—and positions—from her.

"Are you still comfortable at Orange Tech?" After a long silence, Chen Yansen asked softly.

"Very good—my income is more than double what I earned at Jingdong," Ye Qiuping replied with a smile, as if she'd forgotten Chen still held her secrets.

"This woman is exactly the same as last life—still obsessed with money."

Chen Yansen sneered inwardly and fell silent.

"Boss, refusing Xu Zhenhui today wasn't a wise choice."

After a pause, Ye Qiuping suddenly spoke.

"When dealing with people like him, if you retreat, he advances; too accommodating, and you lose your bottom line."

Chen Yansen replied calmly.

This was a lesson Ye Qiuping had once taught him—now he returned it to her.

At his current wealth and status, whether or not he showed Xu Zhenhui respect had little impact on the company's development.

Ye Qiuping nodded slightly, her eyebrows furrowing as she pondered his words.

Half an hour later.

The car stopped at the first floor of Zhuxianzhuang Tech Park. Ye Qiuping got out, preparing to return to her desk, when Chen Yansen said: "Come with me."

Ye Qiuping looked puzzled but followed obediently as Chen Yansen returned to the fifth-floor office.

Chen Yansen sat down, took a file from the cabinet, and tossed it onto Ye Qiuping's desk.

"Boss, what's this?"

Ye Qiuping knew it was her background check report—but felt no thrill.

"Keep it yourself. Do whatever you want with it."

Chen Yansen said indifferently.

During this time, Ye Qiuping had worked diligently at Orange Tech; remembering their past-life connection, Chen Yansen had never considered using this file to threaten her.

Returning it now was meant to reassure her, so she'd stay at Orange Tech and work hard to earn money for him.

"Boss, please keep it for me," Ye Qiuping shook her head, refusing.

She was smart—she knew that as long as Chen wanted, he could copy it hundreds of times.

"..." Chen Yansen smiled helplessly.

He'd made a rare attempt at kindness, and she wouldn't accept it.

"Fine, go."

Chen Yansen waved his hand impatiently.

"Boss, if you have any demands, just say them—I'll do anything."

Ye Qiuping bit her lip, speaking softly.

Inside, she thought: Of course this was just a test. Though she appeared calm and composed, every time she remembered Chen could instantly crush her from the clouds into the mud, fear gripped her.

Though she didn't want to, she gritted her teeth, walked to Chen Yansen, and assumed a casual, submissive posture.

You refuse the gift, but you want to fuck me into submission, is that it?

Chen Yansen sneered, gesturing with his finger: "Show me your sincerity."

Ye Qiuping's heart pounded; though her mind was chaotic, she lowered the blinds and locked the door before stepping forward in small, hesitant steps.

She shed her coat, revealing a high-neck sweater, then slowly knelt.

A soft *click* as the belt buckle came undone.

"Hah!"

Chen Yansen exhaled deeply, leaning back in his chair to enjoy himself.

To be honest, Ye Qiuping's technique was clumsy—so clumsy that Chen Yansen briefly doubted whether this woman was even the real Ye Qiuping.

After over ten minutes, Chen Yansen took control, signaling for Ye Qiuping to kneel on the desk.

"It hurts—be gentle," Ye Qiuping whispered.

Afraid someone might hear, she kept her lips tightly shut, refusing to make a sound.

Chen Yansen sighed—he'd walked down this path again.

But this time, he was the one in control.

Winter nights arrived early; only after the last light faded did Chen Yansen release Ye Qiuping's slender waist.

To be fair, her figure and appearance were top-tier.

Chen Yansen was very satisfied, slouching in his chair as he watched Ye Qiuping tidy her clothes and carefully clean the water stains from the desk and floor.

What surprised him slightly: Ye Qiuping was a virgin.

When he first met her, she was thirty, appearing experienced and worldly—now she was twenty-eight.

Could two years turn someone into this?

Chen Yansen didn't believe it—he'd seen too many gold-diggers' tricks; he naturally assumed her behavior was an act.

Don't play that game with me—I'm not some kid who falls for it so easily.

Chen Yansen slapped Ye Qiuping's buttocks and warned her with a grin.

Ye Qiuping froze, then quickly understood what Chen Yansen meant; she blushed with shame and anger, snapping, "I didn't fake it. I didn't act."

"Mm, I believe you! Actually, it's my first time too, haha."

Chen Yansen had started out speaking seriously, but couldn't help bursting into laughter.

Ye Qiuping stood frozen, her eyes filled with mist.

"I told you, I don't buy that act. If you try it on me again, the consequences will be severe. Understood?"

Chen Yansen remained unmoved, a faint sneer curling his lips.

"Understood, Boss," Ye Qiuping forced a weak smile, wiping away tears from her eyes, her heart sinking into ice.

"You really won't take this document? If I lose it here, I won't be responsible."

Chen Yansen tapped the desk again, reminding her once more.

"You really aren't going to use this to threaten me?" Ye Qiuping didn't believe it—but when Chen Yansen said it again, she finally asked back.

"What value do you have that I'd need to threaten you? Sure, your work ability is decent—I gave you a million-yuan salary and a valuable stock option. As for your looks and figure, you're already twenty-eight. Honestly, I'm the one getting the short end."

Chen Yansen spoke without mercy, striking straight at Ye Qiuping's core.

Ye Qiuping stared fixedly at Chen Yansen, realizing he wasn't lying—his tone and expression felt genuine.

So… had she misunderstood?

Ye Qiuping's scalp prickled. Last time he rejected her, she'd thought it was because her sales skills were lacking, so she'd watched over a dozen educational films and drilled herself hard.

Now that she'd actually done it, he says: "I never meant for you to do anything."

This guy is such a bastard!

And is twenty-eight really that old?

Ye Qiuping picked up the document on the desk, wanting to slam it into Chen Yansen's face—but she dared not.

In the end, she limped out of the office, silently cursing: "I told you to go easy, but you used all your strength—I've never done this before."

Chen Yansen didn't give Ye Qiuping another thought. He casually pulled open the curtains and opened the window, letting the room's scent disperse quickly.

Meanwhile.

A buyer in Shanghai had already received the Orange C2 engineering prototype.

"Hey, kid, I've got to ask—does Yun Su Express deliver this fast? Faster than SF Express?"

The buyer grabbed the delivery guy, curiously pressing for answers.

From placing his order to receiving the package, only six hours had passed.

"Our Yun Su Express and Orange Phones share the same boss. These phones were already in our Shanghai warehouse last week. The fastest buyer got theirs just one hour after ordering."

The delivery guy replied with a grin.

In the past, he'd just call the customer from the gate of the compound and make them come down themselves.

But now he dared not treat customers like that—his salary had risen, but so had the demands: one complaint cost 100 yuan, three complaints meant immediate termination.

The buyer nodded, turned, and went inside to try out his new phone.

Yun Su Express's first trial of instant delivery had launched silently, without warning.

(End of Chapter)