Chapter 194: Pi Bei and Kuai Pao, Daily Orders Exceed 100,000, Pei Yi

Meanwhile.

Chen Yansen left the exam room and walked downstairs.

He hadn't lied to Tao Jingwen; the past two days had truly been final exams, and with his current spiritual value, social science majors like journalism posed him zero difficulty.

He could effortlessly master an entire semester's material in just ten minutes.

Last year, he passed without failing thanks to Tang Qingshan's favor; this time, he could score full marks purely by his own ability.

University final exams, especially for liberal arts majors, typically involved professors highlighting key points—the questions and answers were all in the textbooks, making it extremely hard to fail.

Unless you were too lazy to memorize the highlights or got caught cheating in the exam hall.

"Bro Sen, finally done! Let's head downtown this afternoon? Dinner, karaoke, and a soak—all on me!"

Just as he reached the first floor, he saw Song Yang leaning against a stone pillar, grinning and waving.

Wang Zhengqiang stood beside him, holding an Orange C1 and playing Temple Run; hearing Song Yang offer to treat them, he abandoned his game and chuckled, "Can we swap the soak for a foot bath?"

"Sure thing," Song Yang grinned, threatening, "I'll record a short video and send it to your girlfriend tonight."

Wang Zhengqiang's girlfriend was studying in Yicheng; they were high school alumni, and she'd visited Xucheng once before.

Back then, Song Yang had asked her to confirm: had Wang Zhengqiang chased her, or had she chased him?

After all, Qiangzi often bragged to the group that he'd been the star of his high school soccer team, with a dozen girls chasing him, and he'd picked the one with the best figure.

But before his girlfriend could answer, Wang Zhengqiang hastily admitted he'd been the one to pursue her, drawing teasing from Song Yang, Meng Xibo, and others.

Still, they played and joked without exposing Wang Zhengqiang's lie.

"Why would you add my girlfriend?" Wang Zhengqiang asked, his logic oddly twisted.

"To snitch on you," Song Yang chuckled.

"Fine, no problem," Chen Yansen nodded, agreeing readily.

Winter break was just days away; though Pi Bei and Orange Tech both had year-end banquets, there was no separate gathering planned for Dorm 8302.

The three waited at the intersection for a moment, then saw Tang Zhenzhe, Xu Xingxing, Meng Xibo, and Zhu Xiaopeng walking over together.

Song Yang stepped forward to invite them to the afternoon gathering.

"Class rep, can I come along too?" Xu Xingxing asked Tang Zhenzhe with a smile.

She knew asking Chen Yansen would likely get a refusal, but asking Tang Zhenzhe was different.

"Uh… is that okay?" Tang Zhenzhe glanced at the others, especially Chen Yansen.

He knew Xu Xingxing's target was Chen Yansen, and since he'd joined Orange Tech's branding department, Chen Yansen had become his boss—he dared not make decisions lightly.

"More people, more fun," Chen Yansen said dismissively.

Then he pulled out his phone and called Meng Jie, arranging to meet her at the campus gate.

"Bro Sen, you called your girlfriend? Wait, I'll call mine too," Song Yang said, and after seeing Chen Yansen nod, he also pulled out his phone.

Tang Zhenzhe, Meng Xibo, and Zhu Xiaopeng exchanged glances and cursed: "You two are truly heartless!"

Only the three of them in 8302 were still single.

Generally, the only three reasons a college student remained single were: first, not being proactive; second, being ugly; third, thinking others were ugly.

"Damn it! I'm calling someone too!" Tang Zhenzhe cursed, walked to the flower bed, and started texting.

"Brother Zhe, are you dating someone now?" Meng Xibo asked, puzzled.

"No idea, never heard anything," Zhu Xiaopeng shrugged, looking equally confused.

Ten minutes later, over a dozen men and women stood at the east gate of Xuyuan.

Chen Yansen took Meng Jie's hand and stepped into the nearby Bentley Mulsanne, with Xu Xingxing and Meng Xibo following behind.

Wang Zihao got into the driver's seat of the BMW 750, carrying Tang Zhenzhe, Su Meiling, and Zhu Xiaopeng, heading toward Fengbo Zhuang in the city.

Song Yang, holding the car keys Chen Yansen gave him, got into the Aston Martin Rapide, carrying his girlfriend and Wang Zhengqiang, closely following the Bentley.

"Was that guy Chen Yansen?" Song Yang's girlfriend, Fu Yin, asked curiously.

There was no way around it—Chen Yansen's fame at Xuyuan had long overshadowed even President Tang Qingshan.

Freshmen might not know who the university president was, but they'd definitely heard of Chen Yansen.

Started a business at eighteen, became a billionaire at nineteen, and at twenty owned two companies valued over thirty billion each.

Including part-time customer service staff, over four hundred students at Xuyuan were his employees.

When Fu Yin was pursuing Song Yang, he'd told her he was dorm mates with Chen Yansen.

"Yeah," Song Yang replied casually, gripping the steering wheel.

"He's even more handsome in person than in photos!" Fu Yin commented with a smile.

"What's that supposed to mean? Am I not handsome?" Song Yang frowned, sounding slightly jealous.

"Of course you're the most handsome," Fu Yin said sweetly, lifting her chin.

Wang Zhengqiang, sitting in the back, coughed twice to remind them there was still a living person in the car—could they at least be a little discreet?

"Is Qiangzi got a cold?" Song Yang teased.

"Next time my girlfriend comes, I'll make you two eat even more dog food," Wang Zhengqiang grumbled.

One was his boss, the other his boss's girlfriend—his retaliation was weak, and it only made the two of them laugh heartily.

"Xu Xingxing and Su Meiling seem to hate each other—I wonder what Zhege is thinking, inviting Su Shu together, sigh."

Song Yang sighed, thinking of this.

"Don't worry, the sister-in-law's here," Wang Zhengqiang smiled.

In Class 10 Journalism, many knew that although Su Meiling and Xu Xingxing shared the same dorm, they'd always been at odds; outsiders assumed it was a personality clash.

But everyone in 8302 knew the truth: both had pursued Chen Yansen—it wasn't a personality clash, just rivalry over the same guy.

Only because Chen Yansen had publicly announced his girlfriend early did their secret hopes come to nothing.

When the group arrived at Fengbo Zhuang, the restaurant manager was stunned.

This restaurant had an average per-person cost of just over a hundred yuan.

Its usual customers were college students or white-collar workers; occasionally, a BMW or Benz owner was a rarity—today, three luxury cars arrived.

The Bentley Mulsanne, Aston Martin Rapide, and BMW 750—all exceeded two million yuan each.

The manager glanced at the license plates and hurried over, seeing a tall young man step out of the Bentley's driver's seat.

"Mr. Chen, welcome to Fengbo Zhuang."

The manager greeted him with flattering enthusiasm.

Over the past two years, Chen Yansen, through Fox Taobao, Orange Tech, and Pi Bei, along with his tens of billions in wealth, had become a household name in Xucheng.

Even someone like the restaurant manager, who didn't know him personally, could recognize his license plate.

Moreover, Chen Yansen had over twenty million followers on Weibo; every post received tens of thousands of shares, likes, and comments, and he occasionally posted photos.

It was no surprise the manager recognized him at a glance.

"Find me a larger private room, far from the main hall," Chen Yansen replied, instructing him.

"Of course, Mr. Chen, please follow me," the manager immediately replied.

Fengbo Zhuang was a "wuxia-themed restaurant"; its dishes were named after elements from the Nine Yang Divine Art, Bone-Melting Palm, and Great Strength Pills, and its décor strongly imitated ancient styles, with waitstaff dressed as tavern attendants bustling through the main hall.

After sitting down in the private room, each person ordered one or two dishes, then passed the menu to the server.

After brief introductions, they began chatting about college anecdotes.

Chen Yansen opened his phone, launched the Kuai Pao app, switched his delivery address to Lucheng University District in the top-left corner, and only then did the homepage show he was within service range.

He scrolled casually through a few screens and found that the merchants offering milk tea, food, and flowers were fairly well-stocked.

Clearly, Kou Zhen had decent business development and team management skills; his lack of success at Lashou. om was probably due to lack of support from his superiors.

He then opened the Pi Bei app, logged into a test account, and noticed a new cartoon icon for Kuai Pao on the homepage's first screen.

Only users with Lucheng IP addresses could see this module.

Pi Bei had over twenty million daily active users; Chen Yansen wouldn't waste such a small display spot—he sold it to Kuai Pao for 800, 00 yuan per day.

In just three days online, it had brought over one million new customers to Kuai Pao, nearly capturing every young person in Lucheng; combined with new-user subsidies, Kuai Pao's daily orders once exceeded 100, 00.

The cost, however, was that Kuai Pao's account balance had rapidly vanished by nearly eight million yuan; at the current growth rate, the daily cost of acquiring new users reached over two million yuan—without a week, their funds would dry up.

But this was precisely one part of Chen Yansen's plan.

After lunch, the group headed straight to the city's largest KTV; Song Yang paid for everything, even selecting a massive deluxe private room with dual screens.

Chen Yansen sat beside Meng Jie; the two chatted like brothers, drinking beer and rolling dice.

"I know all these songs!" Xu Xingxing picked "Bad Girl," sang a few lines enthusiastically—but seeing Chen Yansen's complete lack of reaction, she secretly resented him.

In the corner, Su Meiling accepted the beer Tang Zhenzhe handed her and sipped slowly; she had long given up on Chen Yansen, but she still refused to accept Tang Zhenzhe.

She wasn't stupid—she knew that during his pursuit of her, he'd flirted with other female students, showing no sincerity; he was probably just a scumbag.

So she only treated Tang Zhenzhe as a friend.

"Bro Sen, what song do you want? I'll pick it for you!" Song Yang, sitting at the song selection station, asked with a grin.

"'Are You There?'" Chen Yansen replied—it was the song he'd picked for Meng Jie.

After Wang Zhengqiang finished singing "Love Until I Die" with his off-key voice, the atmosphere in the room gradually warmed up.

After all, except for Fu Yin and Meng Jie, everyone else was from the same class and already very familiar.

Meanwhile.

Lucheng, Kuai Pao headquarters.

"Yesterday's external advertising spend and new-user subsidies totaled 2, 30, 00 yuan; new user growth was 342, 00; daily orders reached 109, 00."

The data manager reported one by one.

Kang Guodong glanced at Pei Yi, then at Kou Zhen and the CFO, his emotions a tangled mix.

This kind of explosive growth was a scenario he'd never imagined.

With Chen Yansen's support, KuaiPao had indeed reached unprecedented heights.

"I think we should approach Chen Zong for a second round of funding," Pei Yi spoke up first.

Exchanging equity for growth is the first choice of most entrepreneurs.

Pei Yi didn't feel he had betrayed Kang Guodong; in his view, even with both their abilities, they would never reach 100, 00 daily orders before KuaiPao collapsed.

"Comrade Kang, Comrade Pei, I have no objection to further funding, but we currently face an even more critical issue."

Kou Zhen said loudly.

"What issue?" Kang Guodong pressed.

"Which city should be KuaiPao's next operational hub? We must prepare in advance for offices, hiring, training, and logistics teams."

Kou Zhen spoke with serious tone.

He had experienced the Thousand Group Battle on Lashou. om; "Kaicheng" was no stranger to him—he knew every step forward brought immense managerial challenges.

Upon hearing this, Kang Guodong furrowed his brow.

Previously, KuaiPao's operations were confined mostly to university districts, but after riding the fast train of Senlian Capital, he increasingly felt overwhelmed managing the entire company.

In plain terms, he lacked the energy—he excelled at development, but coordinating across departments felt especially exhausting.

"Beijing, Shencheng, Husheng, or Jin Ling—all are fine," Pei Yi said.

"Husheng is EleMe's stronghold," Kang Guodong reminded him.

"Then let's go to Husheng and crush EleMe first!" Pei Yi's face was dead serious, not joking at all.

EleMe had yet to secure funding—what could it possibly use to compete with KuaiPao?

"I think it's viable. Let's seek Chen Zong's approval first; if the boss agrees, we move to Husheng after the New Year!"

Kou Zhen also thought Pei Yi's idea excellent—strike directly at EleMe's heartland, kill the competitor, and then KuaiPao could freely divide up the massive takeout cake.

This was different from group buying; the competition pressure was too high, and in takeout, only KuaiPao and EleMe existed.

The boss?

Kang Guodong froze slightly, sighed inwardly, then nodded heavily.

The next morning.

Kang Guodong, Pei Yi, Chen Yansen, and Gao Weilin held an online meeting; after brief discussion, Senlian Capital would transfer 200 million yuan to KuaiPao's corporate account next week.

The cost: both men's equity stakes shrank again—Kang Guodong's holding dropped to 4. %, while Pei Yi's fell to just 1. %.

"By the way, Guodong, I want to discuss something with you—regarding the CEO position of KuaiPao, I plan to appoint Pei Yi. I still appreciate your technical abilities."

Chen Yansen spoke bluntly.

He had given Kang Guodong a chance, but the man had failed to rise to it—he could do nothing more.

"Chen Zong, I… I accept." Kang Guodong smiled bitterly; he had wanted to argue, but seeing Pei Yi, he chose silence.

"I leave the tech department to you. I hope KuaiPao's intelligent delivery system will earn the word 'intelligent' sooner rather than later," Chen Yansen encouraged, then ended the video call.

"Dongge, actually—" Pei Yi began to explain, but Kang Guodong cut him off: "Old Pei, maybe Chen Zong is right—you're better suited to be KuaiPao's CEO than I am."

Pei Yi fell silent, saying nothing more.

He knew clearly: even if Kang Guodong was magnanimous, a crack had quietly formed between them.

(End of Chapter)