[{"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-206":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},2264419,4419,"Chapter 206: Nan Sen Bei Dong! Test Zhang Xuhao","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-206",206,"\u003Cp>While Liangzi Dong was delivering packages, Chen Yansen was delivering food in Lucheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The winter wind cut like knives, relentlessly pouring down the gaps in his collar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kou Zhen and Xia Xiangyu wore grim faces, wishing they could pull their windbreakers’ zippers all the way up to the backs of their heads, silently thinking: this job wasn’t fit for humans—after just one delivery, they felt like they were about to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Yi and Kang Guodong were fine; during Kuai Pao ’s early days, they had both worked as delivery riders in the university district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four of them rode their electric scooters behind Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next order: Old East Gate Beef Fried Rice, 3.7 kilometers away, pay 5.2 yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at his phone on the mount, memorizing the order details and navigation route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Directly ahead, several staff from Kuai Pao ’s marketing department held cameras and video recorders, constantly adjusting their shooting angles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cold gust blew through, making Kou Zhen shiver—but when he spotted the camera sweeping toward him, he quickly forced a look of intense focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As head of the rider team, Xia Xiangyu complained bitterly while pondering: Was it fair to place the entire 29-minute delivery deadline solely on the riders?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why couldn’t Kang Guodong’s tech team plan delivery routes more reasonably? Why couldn’t order allocation and rider dispatch follow the nearest-principle rule?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Xia Xiangyu felt it deeply—even though Kang Guodong was one of Kuai Pao ’s shareholders, he couldn’t help but seethe with resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to find trouble with the tech department as soon as he got back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the riders were formal employees of Kuai Pao —they all signed employment contracts with the same company as the office staff at headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only difference was their income level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen weaved through alleys and streets, quickly spotting the sign for Old East Gate Beef Fried Rice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shop was right next to a public toilet, where a middle-aged man with thinning hair, wearing a greasy apron, was frantically tossing food in a wok.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides Chen Yansen, two other Kuai Pao  riders sat on their scooters, waiting for their orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, Old East Gate Beef Fried Rice was doing brisk business on the platform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Pei Yi and the others rode up on their scooters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Pei? Boss Kang?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell! Boss Kou and Boss Xia too!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two delivery riders immediately recognized them, jumped off their scooters, and rushed over with beaming smiles to greet them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many orders have you delivered today?” Chen Yansen asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Brother, are you new? You look familiar—why haven’t I seen you at the station?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The older rider stared at Chen Yansen, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is Mr. Chen Yansen, Kuai Pao ’s founder,” Xia Xiangyu said flatly from beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuai Pao ’s founder, Chen Yansen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The billionaire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two riders exchanged glances—hadn’t Xia Xiangyu said it, they’d never have believed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This young man in a helmet and Kuai Pao  uniform, right in front of them, was a billionaire?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rider Chen Yansen addressed blinked, then quickly recovered, smiling: “Boss, I delivered 39 orders today, earned 218 yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Kuai Pao ’s per-order pay seemed low, with monthly base pay of 1,500 to 2,000 yuan added, nearly all formal riders earned over 7,000 yuan per month.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s only three in the afternoon—couldn’t you do 60 to 80 orders a day?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, Brother Li is our station’s order king—he never does fewer than 80 orders a day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another rider dared to speak up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re better than me—I’ve only delivered my second order.” Chen Yansen joked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, you make big money—I just sweat hard. How could I compare to you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhou smiled shyly, nervously rubbing his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whether you’re order king or not doesn’t matter—earning money is important, but don’t neglect your health. Did you sign up for tonight’s annual party?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen asked, first showing concern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kuai Pao ’s annual party was held at a four-star hotel in Luyang District; due to the nature of food delivery, only 30% of riders could attend.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest had to keep delivering orders to keep operations running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But regardless of attendance, everyone could enter the raffle and receive a year-end bonus of 3,000 to 10,000 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I didn’t sign up,” Li Zhou scratched his head and chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Attending the party meant a good meal—but he’d lose about 200 yuan in evening delivery income.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhou refused to waste time earning money!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen fell silent, didn’t press him, then turned to Kou Zhen: “What problems did you notice?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kou Zhen froze, glanced between the riders and the shop, then felt a sudden pang—he answered honestly: “The hygiene here is problematic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guodong, add a module for real-store photos to the shop info—include the sign, kitchen, and dining area. Assign this to the ground-promotion BDs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Kou Zhen spotted the issue, Chen Yansen instructed Kang Guodong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since this shop was on Kuai Pao ’s platform, its business license and food safety permits were surely complete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t proactively ban such shops—but users must see the merchant’s true condition, and have the choice themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I’ll start rectifying tomorrow. For merchants like Old East Gate Fried Rice, I’ll raise review standards to protect users at the first gate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As head of the merchant acquisition department, Kou Zhen naturally had to resolve this issue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The review department is the second line of defense—not just checking document completeness, but also verifying the authenticity of photos uploaded by ground-promotion BDs. Set up a punishment mechanism.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded slightly, pulling Pei Yi and Kou Zhen aside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Orders 78, 79, and 80 from Old East Gate are ready! Come get them yourselves!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The owner of Old East Gate Fried Rice shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen shook his head with a smile, verified the details, picked up order 80, placed it in his delivery box, waved to Li Zhou, and sped off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Yi and the others hurried after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Li, you’re dumb—Boss Chen himself asked if you’d attend the party, and you said no!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other rider scolded him, exasperated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, if Chen Zong noticed him, he might get promoted or get a raise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you brain-dead? I’m just a delivery rider—no skills. Do you think Boss Chen will make me a manager? To earn money, just work hard!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhou slapped his colleague’s shoulder, laughing at his daydream.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, what if the boss has a brain fart?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young courier grinned widely and laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think it’s you who’s got a brain fart—if Boss Xia hears that, you’ll lose your job.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Zhou glared at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Lucheng, jobs like Kuai Pao  were hard to find—TCL, Haier washing machine, and Gree factory workers worked themselves to exhaustion for only 4,000 to 5,000 yuan a month, and had less freedom than Kuai Pao  riders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Chen Yansen delivered the meal, he couldn’t help warning: “Order from this place less often—it’s unhygienic.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?! No way? I eat here all the time—oh, you must be from out of town. Old East Gate Beef Fried Rice is next to a public toilet, but there’s a wall between them, and their fried rice is insanely delicious!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The customer blinked, then waved dismissively, laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen chuckled to himself—he’d overthought it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d worried users were being deceived, but clearly, this customer ate here regularly and acted like a loyal patron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pei Yi and the others behind him couldn’t help smirking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing this delivery, Chen Yansen took another order: a Mango Tea from Kawan Kawa, delivered to a nearby software park.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The customer was a young woman who came out holding an Orange C2 phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kuai Pao  delivery—enjoy your meal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen recited the standard phrase and turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait! You look familiar!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman frowned at him, stared for a few seconds, then burst into delighted laughter: “You’re Chen Yansen from Orange Tech, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rubbed his forehead, smiling wryly—he’d worn a helmet, yet still got recognized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But why are you delivering food?” the woman asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kuai Pao  is also our company’s product. Thank you for supporting Orange Tech and Kuai Pao .”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled, speaking his thanks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Chen, can I take a photo with you?” The woman grabbed his arm, pleading sweetly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen agreed readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman kept snapping—she’d said one photo, but she pressed the shutter dozens of times in a row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Boss Chen! I’ll use Kuai Pao  every day. Oh, my dad’s also your fan—can I record a video and have you say hi to him?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman immediately asked for another favor after taking photos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen frowned, and before she could react, added: “Unless you buy another Orange phone to support me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl frowned, looking troubled: “But my mom and dad both use Orange phones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m just kidding you—give me your phone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he took the girl’s phone and recorded a few seconds of a blessing message for her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl took back her phone and ran happily into the building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at his watch—it was nearly four-thirty—and called out to Pei Yi and the others to head for the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl returned to her desk and immediately posted the photo she’d just taken on Weibo, tagging Chen Yansen’s account.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is this Chen Yansen? What does ‘Kuai Pao’ mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know—Kuai Pao is a food delivery platform based in Lucheng!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A billionaire delivering food?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the comments, some accused Chen Yansen of putting on a show, while others praised him for being down-to-earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, someone suddenly uploaded a photo of Liu Qiangdong delivering packages in Yancheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn! Who’s copying who here?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think Liu Qiangdong copied Chen Yansen—yesterday Chen Yansen’s news about drinking with Yunsu couriers hit the trending list, and today Liu Qiangdong is delivering packages? What are the odds?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, he’s truly down-to-earth—this isn’t staged. I got a JD package at work this afternoon, and the courier was General Liu!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a netizen from Yancheng appeared in the comments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, news that two e-commerce tycoons—one in the south, one in the north—were delivering food and packages respectively both hit the trending list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jindong of Suning snorted in disdain, silently cursing Liu Qiangdong for being so theatrical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way! How is he so good at marketing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xuhao, far away in Husheng, nearly went mad upon seeing photos of Chen Yansen wearing a food delivery uniform.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last week he’d sent the Eleme business and financial data to Ali, but it had been stuck in review—he was desperate, terrified that Kuai Pao would break into Husheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, he pulled out his phone and dialed Ji Gang’s number directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“General Ji, has Eleme’s funding application been approved?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xuhao got straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s reached General Ma’s desk—I can’t be sure when he’ll approve it. Mr. Zhang, please wait a little longer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Gang didn’t deceive him; normally, Cai Xin’s approval alone would suffice, but for some reason, Ma Liyun had personally taken interest in this investment, extending the review period.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could this guy be lying to me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xuhao now deeply distrusted Ji Gang—a 50-million funding deal shouldn’t need to go to Ma Liyun. Cai Xin’s rank was more than enough to make the final call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, thanks, General Ji. I was just curious.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Xuhao spoke lightly, though he meant the opposite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ji Gang smiled and hung up. According to Boss Cai’s view, Eleme’s model showed potential and was worth investing in—but they needed to test Zhang Xuhao’s stress tolerance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he cracked under pressure, Ali’s 50 million might secure a larger equity stake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Chen Yansen raised his glass and clinked it with Kuai Pao’s riders, Liu Qiangdong sat at a street-side grill in Yancheng, arm around several JD couriers, calling each one “brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2004,"2026-06-19T19:17:19.606Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","e4e8efd2b1e79bf3210e6eb3c804e6f2bf670c5f5019ff80cb18c6ac255d5b74","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-207","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-205",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]