[{"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-198":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},2264411,4419,"Chapter 198: First Meeting with Meng Yuanzhi: Zhang Liaoyuan","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-198",198,"\u003Cp>“Tap-tap-tap—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Jingwen raised her hand and knocked three times, lightly but with perfect timing—each knock spaced half a second apart, as if muscle memory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enter!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low voice echoed from inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Jingwen pushed open the door and led Chen Yansen inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The office was small, sparsely furnished: a desk, a bookshelf, two chairs, and a potted wen pine by the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man over fifty, wearing a gray jacket, revealed an elegant inner lining at the collar—made of fur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen thought: no wonder, in the depths of winter, the man wore only what looked like a thin shirt and jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Others might miss such details, but to Chen Yansen, Meng Yuanzhi’s attire, micro-expressions, even the trajectory of his finger movements, were all laid bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen had read many books—*The Body Language Code*, *Reading People*, *What Everybody Is Saying*—yet on Meng Yuanzhi, he gained almost no useful information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It meant the man concealed his true emotions with extreme precision; no facial expression, gesture, or posture gave away his inner state.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same time, Meng Yuanzhi was observing Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d met many young entrepreneurs, but never one as young as Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even someone as powerful as Shi Yuzhu took five years to make the Forbes billionaire list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen, in just one year, had matched Shi Yuzhu’s twenty-year achievements, leaving seasoned giants like Lei Yijun, Huang Guangyu, and Wang Chuanfu far behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Meng, hello.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled slightly and greeted him first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With this big shot’s backing, the Orange Phone Factory’s relocation to Lucheng would sail through every bureaucratic hurdle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sit down.” Meng Yuanzhi nodded, gesturing for him to take a seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t hesitate—he plopped down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tao Jingwen silently left the room and closed the door softly behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re from Zhoulai—why did you choose to attend university in Xucheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Yuanzhi didn’t mention the Orange Phone Factory or the JD equity swap; his tone was like a university advisor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I missed the second-tier cutoff by one point and got in through the supplemental list. I originally wanted to apply to Huake University, but didn’t make it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen answered seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with Meng Yuanzhi’s deep composure, he couldn’t help laughing at Chen Yansen’s audacity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For one, Huake University doesn’t offer liberal arts programs; for two, being one point below second-tier means you’re still tens of thousands of students away from Huake’s admission threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unless Huake increased its enrollment to one million, Chen Yansen had no chance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you’d gotten into a university in Lucheng, we might’ve met last year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Yuanzhi chuckled teasingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s not too late now. Timing matters—sometimes being too early or too late is just as bad.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen shrugged, noncommittal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from young, pretty girls, university held no appeal for him—he studied only to satisfy Chen Guobin and his unseen mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lately, KuaiPao has grown rapidly in Lucheng. Food delivery volume rose slightly in December, but electric scooter traffic violations have surged too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Yuanzhi spoke slowly, his tone turning more probing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Speed is the core metric for any food delivery platform. KuaiPao’s 29-minute delivery promise already accounts for traffic light waits, and we’ve purchased accident insurance for riders. Any individual rider’s violations are punished under internal regulations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen replied seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every delivery rider was his cash-printing machine—he couldn’t afford to lose them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good that you understand. I heard you pay five insurances and one fund for all your delivery riders, couriers, and factory workers—that’s tens of millions extra per month. Don’t you mind?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Yuanzhi asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was also his main reason for pushing this deal: once the Orange Phone Factory starts production, Lucheng gains ten thousand new social security contributors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Actually, I earn more.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled. Their base salaries were peanuts—if you removed overtime, commissions, and housing subsidies, labor costs could drop over 50% monthly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If Lucheng had more young people like you, my job would be much easier.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Yuanzhi sighed, genuinely impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled but stayed silent—he wouldn’t fall for the flattery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like his negotiation with Xu Minggang: business is business. If you want something, show real sincerity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Yansen say nothing, just nodding with a “big shot’s right” expression, Meng Yuanzhi paused, muttered “little fox” under his breath, then continued:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xucheng lacks Lucheng’s talent pool and transportation convenience. Why not move Orange Tech and Pinbei Mall here? I’ll handle the office space. If you want to build your own, I can provide commercial or industrial land.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry, Mr. Meng, but I have no plans to relocate—I’m still studying at Xuyuan, and it’d be inconvenient to manage remotely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen refused, with solid reasoning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Yuanzhi studied him, saw his firm stance, and dropped the idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Xucheng had produced only one Chen Yansen amid its agriculture and coal industries—if Meng Yuanzhi dared move Orange Tech and Pinbei to Lucheng,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Zhenhui wouldn’t dare curse him to his face, but behind his back, he’d bury him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, if Chen Yansen agreed, Meng Yuanzhi wouldn’t care about Xu Zhenhui’s opinion—Lucheng’s reputation as the “Magnetic Stone of Hui’an” was already solid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The land in Luyang District—just over 100,000 square meters—was the old site of Hé Steel Plant No. 3. Last year, they relocated to a new zone; water, electricity, and network infrastructure are all ready.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Yuanzhi changed the subject, his gaze fixed on the Lucheng map on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen followed his eyes—the factory site bordered a high-speed overpass, with roads radiating in all directions, yet it was indeed remote.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was fifteen kilometers straight-line distance from the city center, over half an hour by car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Looks good. Thank you, Mr. Meng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen politely thanked him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it was free—saying a few extra thanks cost nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else do you need?” Meng Yuanzhi asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Interest-free loans, tax breaks, talent recruitment policies—I need all of them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled in reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no shame—this was his moment. If he didn’t ask now, who knew if Meng Yuanzhi would still care once the factory started production?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid’s got guts!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Yuanzhi laughed in disbelief, then replied: “Interest-free? Forget it. I can approve a 1-billion-yuan low-interest loan at 2.9%. The corporate income tax rate for the first three years can be lowered to 15%. Talent recruitment? No problem—see Tao Jingwen afterward, he’ll handle it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One billion?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just enough for five fully automated phone production lines—or twelve semi-automated ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But for a 100,000-square-meter factory, equipment alone would cost nearly 3 billion yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen looked at Meng Yuanzhi, saw his calm expression, and dropped any thought of haggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They talked another half-hour, until Meng Yuanzhi’s gaze drifted casually to the door—Chen Yansen immediately understood and stood to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he stepped out of the office, Tao Jingwen was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She led him back to the same conference room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, it’s settled: 3% equity in Orange Tech exchanged for 6% equity in JD Oriental. Director Zhou of DST has been informed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Weilin stood, stepped forward, and reported.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. I’ve always trusted your work.” Chen Yansen patted Gao’s shoulder and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Chen, meet at Lucheng Government at 6 p.m.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Minggang reiterated before leaving—clearly, his earlier words weren’t empty flattery; he genuinely wanted to connect with Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Understood, Mr. Xu.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled back, already planning to bring two fine bottles of liquor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All three parties scheduled the formal contract signing for tomorrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Qingsheng, humiliated by Chen Yansen, left without even saying goodbye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They left the Central Office and returned to the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sent Gao Weilin out to buy wine, while he took Meng Jie back to their room to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, even a worker’s life is a life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gao Weilin rubbed his aching lower back from sitting all morning, turned, and headed straight to a nearby upscale mall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned, he carried two bottles of Maotai 80-year vintage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew mainland bosses rarely drank whiskey or wine—they adored baijiu.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He rested in the hotel all afternoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at 5:30 p.m. did Chen Yansen and Gao Weilin leave for the dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meal with Xu Minggang was simply about understanding Lucheng’s broader landscape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Chen, don’t mind Wang Qingsheng—he’s just like that, a dog’s brain. With Meng Yuanzhi watching over you, he won’t dare sabotage you behind your back—maybe just bark a couple times.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After three cups of wine, Xu Minggang, flushed, cursed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, he and Wang Qingsheng had long been at odds—otherwise, he wouldn’t have so openly insulted Wang in front of Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Does he have connections above?” Chen Yansen pressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little, but not much—if he had real backing, he’d have walked out this morning instead of gritting his teeth till the end of negotiations.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Minggang didn’t hold back—he whispered two sentences, laying Wang Qingsheng’s entire background bare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen instantly felt no more concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two men exchanged drinks, and after three rounds of wine, they walked together toward the restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Zhang, look across the way—is that Chen Yansen, the boss of Pinbei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, in the private room next door, a young man nudged his boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pinbei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Zhang Liaoyuan’s drunkenness instantly cleared by half; he stared hard and immediately confirmed his assistant had not mistaken the man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mid-December last year, he spent all his savings, with funding from several bosses, and founded Sanzhi Squirrel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to focus on online channels!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now the big shot was right in front of him—how should he go about building a connection?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Liaoyuan’s mind raced as he watched the two men leave the restroom and prepare to return to their private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have time to overthink—he jumped up and rushed out!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1624,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7b55c4600ad309fff9a53c9693d419adb1f5e8ade5e117dbbf73f2068661dac7","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-199","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-197",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]