Chapter 208: Total Sales Reach 50.7 Billion, Leiyi Army: You

"Grand prize! Employee ID 97, ID 261, ID 519—congratulations to the three of you! Please come up and collect your prize!"

Wang Teng stood on the stage of the Sky Garden banquet hall, announcing loudly.

"Wow! Ye Zong, you're having insane luck today—congratulations!"

"Wenwen, you won the big prize!"

"Bingge, you have to treat us to dinner tomorrow!"

As soon as the grand prize winners were announced, a wave of cheers erupted from the crowd.

Chen Yan glanced at Ye Qiuping—he hadn't expected this woman to have such luck; out of three slots and over seven hundred employees, she'd drawn one.

The second winner of the 200, 00-yuan prize was Zhou Ywen from Orange Tech's customer service department, a first-year journalism student from Wenxue Academy's Class of 2011, her face flushed with excitement.

Keep in mind, the total cost of four years' tuition and living expenses at the virtual academy wouldn't exceed eighty thousand yuan.

In other words, this girl had just effortlessly earned four years' worth of tuition and fees, with enough left over to buy a ten- or twenty-thousand-yuan commuter car.

The third winner was Wu Jiabin from the e-commerce department's promotional operations team, equally ecstatic as he joined Ye Qiuping and Zhou Ywen on stage.

Wang Teng picked up a bundle of cash—twenty stacks, all in bills—and smiled as he handed it to Ye Qiuping.

He then turned and lifted two more bundles, placing one in Zhou Ywen's hands and the other in Wu Jiabin's.

Ye Qiuping maintained a perfectly composed smile; to her, two hundred thousand yuan was substantial, but still only about two and a half months' salary.

Beside her, Zhou Ywen and Wu Jiabin had completely lost control of their expressions, grinning dumbly the entire time, their heads spinning as if in a dream.

"After the holiday, coordinate with the park to rent the building next door—Building 9."

Chen Yan turned to He Shuang, head of the administrative department, and gave the order.

Orange Tech's headquarters now had over seven hundred employees; Building 8 was only a mid-sized office tower, and as the workforce grew, workspace was becoming increasingly cramped.

Building 9 had 1, 00 square meters per floor, 4. -meter ceilings, and eight floors total—enough to accommodate over two thousand people simultaneously, sufficient to support Orange Tech's 2012 expansion.

"Understood, boss," He Shuang nodded.

Chen Yan checked the time, exchanged greetings with Gao Linwei, Yan Peng, Zhang Cong, Zhou Ze, and others, then left the banquet hall with Meng Jie, heading straight for the elevator and up to the eighth-floor guest rooms.

Chen Zong never planned to return to the virtual academy tonight—he'd sleep until noon tomorrow, just in time for the Pinbei annual meeting.

Meanwhile.

Song Yuncheng sat alone on the library stairs, clutching the car key Chen Yan had given her, staring blankly at the road across campus.

Unconsciously, memories surfaced of her first meeting with Chen Yan—the rain had poured like buckets, and she'd been trudging toward the East Gate in a raincoat, dragging her suitcase.

Chen Yan's car had driven through a puddle and splashed her with mud.

If you weren't so good-looking, I'd have smashed you in the face with a brick.

Thinking of it, Song Yuncheng couldn't help laughing.

She knew clearly that without meeting Chen Yan, she'd likely still be working part-time in the library and cafeteria, saving money by eating nothing but free seaweed-egg soup over rice every day.

He had pulled her out of the mire and turned her from a clueless rookie into a Director of Major Client Acquisition—that's why Song Yuncheng called him Master.

Master, you've trained me so well—aren't you afraid I'll leave you one day?

Song Yuncheng sighed and muttered softly.

A cold wind blew, snapping her back to reality; she stood up abruptly and headed toward her dorm.

Meanwhile.

No. 28 Xueyuan Road, Xihu District, Hangcheng—Guanlan Tower.

Cheng Wei sat in a chair, holding a test device, using Kuaide Taxi 1. —no drivers or customers were online, so he could only simulate in a virtual environment.

"Boss Cheng, performance and compatibility tests have passed, but there are still security vulnerabilities. I recommend implementing dual verification using IMEI and UUID numbers to prevent black-market operators from exploiting virtual machines and fake accounts to claim new-user subsidies."

Xu Minggang sat across from Cheng Wei, his face grim.

Originally, Kuaide Taxi was scheduled to launch on the app store before the Spring Festival, but after Cheng Wei sent the technical documentation to Chen Yan for review, it was promptly returned.

"Security is riddled with holes—if black-market groups target it, Kuaide Taxi will lose fifty yuan for every hundred yuan spent on marketing."

Chen Yan delivered his critique without mercy.

Only then did Cheng Wei realize he'd focused entirely on developing user and driver registration systems, location, ride-hailing, order acceptance, payment, and reviews—but had completely neglected the most critical modules: user privacy protection and encrypted data transmission.

Prompted by his boss, Cheng Wei immediately formed an anti-fraud team and a data security center, instructing members to understand cheating methods better than black-market operators themselves.

He demanded that Kuaide Taxi launch without making any rookie mistakes.

Any user caught modifying GPS data, posting fake trips, or registering massive numbers of new accounts would have their account frozen immediately and handed over to the Police Inspector.

"Sharpening the axe doesn't slow down the chopping—we were too crude in our earlier version."

Cheng Wei chuckled bitterly, secretly relieved.

"Boss Cheng, I'll get back to work," Xu Minggang said with a forced laugh, standing up.

"It's almost ten p. . tell everyone to head home. Tomorrow—"

Cheng Wei glanced out the window; nearby buildings were dark, the streets deserted, and he hurriedly urged them.

"Got it, Boss Cheng."

Xu Minggang replied, gathered his laptop, and left the conference room.

Kuaide Taxi's development team had originally operated out of a residential building to save costs, but after securing funding from Senlian Capital, they immediately upgraded to a bright, clean office tower.

Everyone's compensation was adjusted: they now received a 20% monthly housing allowance, meal subsidies, transportation subsidies, quarterly bonuses, and overtime pay strictly in accordance with labor law.

As a result, Kuaide Taxi's development accelerated dramatically—every day, Cheng Wei had to urge employees to leave.

Otherwise, these programmers would have worked straight through until dawn.

…

…

The next morning, Chen Yan slowly opened his eyes.

He'd attended four annual meetings in quick succession—Shanghai, Lucheng, Shencheng, and the virtual city—but felt no fatigue whatsoever.

His superhuman physique and spiritual power had stripped him of nearly all negative states.

Chen Yan threw back the covers, sat down on the sofa.

He turned on his computer and logged into the backend data.

Orange Tech's two new products had been on sale for six days, with cumulative sales of 3. 7 million units: 2. 6 million Orange D1s and 1. 1 million Orange C2s, totaling 5. 7 billion yuan in revenue.

During the same period, Orange C1 sales had plummeted sharply, with only 273, 00 units sold in six days.

Compared to Xiaomi, Meizu, and OPPO, this number was still far behind—but the downward trend was clear.

After all, the Orange C1 was only seven hundred yuan cheaper than the standard Orange C2; users who valued performance and camera quality naturally preferred the higher-spec C2.

At that moment, the phone on the bedside table vibrated.

Meng Jie was woken by the noise, poking her head out from under the covers, still half-asleep.

She picked it up—it was a call from Meng Zhenguó.

Instantly, all sleep vanished.

She signaled to Chen Yan to be quiet, then pressed answer: "Dad, I haven't woken up yet."

"When are you coming home? Grandpa and Grandma miss you."

Meng Zhenguó sat in his living room, smiling.

Before heading to work, he'd thought of his daughter and couldn't resist calling.

"I'll be home tomorrow afternoon—no need to pick me up. Yeah, I'm driving back with Wang Zihao and Chen… Chen Yan."

Meng Jie replied.

At the mention of Chen Yan's name, Meng Zhenguó's smile froze, his emotions turning complicated.

In terms of emotional intelligence, experience, eloquence, and earning power, Chen Yan was undoubtedly the ideal son-in-law.

But in Meng Zhenguó's eyes, his daughter had no chance of controlling him.

"Are all your roommates gone? It's awfully quiet over there," Meng Zhenguó asked.

"Yeah, the virtual academy shut down two weeks ago. Chen Yan's been forcing me to make profit statements and cash flow reports every day—yesterday, if it weren't for the company's annual meeting, I'd still be working overtime."

Meng Jie lied without blinking, then began complaining about Chen Yan's exploitation of her.

The finance department had already prepared those reports, but Chen Yan insisted she redo them, claiming it was to cultivate her independent financial analysis skills.

"That kid's pretty ruthless. Have him come over for the holiday—I'll give him a proper scolding."

Meng Zhenguó said sternly.

From his daughter's few words, he could tell she'd learned real skills at Orange Tech.

"Dad, I was just joking—Chen Yan's actually been really nice to me."

Hearing her father's serious tone, Meng Jie thought she'd overacted and quickly explained.

Meng Zhenguó sighed helplessly, shaking his head—his daughter was so naive that if Chen Yan sold her tomorrow, she'd happily count the money while following him away.

He paused, then added with concern: "Stay sharp. This kid has no lack of money or looks—you've got to keep a tight grip on him, or some other girl will steal him away. I can't stand seeing you sad."

"Dad, you don't get it—he's not like other guys," Meng Jie replied, completely ignoring him, now defending Chen Yan.

Meng Zhenguó clutched his chest, took a moment to recover, then said: "You can date, your mother and I don't object—but don't go too far too soon, understood?"

Meng Jie's cheeks flushed red; she looked up and met Chen Yan's mischievous grin. She hurriedly said: "Got it! Gotta go—I'm gonna be late for work."

Before Meng Zhenguó could respond, she hung up.

"Tsk tsk—so your lying skills are top-notch, Class Monitor."

Chen Yan teased.

"It's all your fault!" Meng Jie rolled her eyes, then leapt up, wrapping herself around him, whispering softly: "So, if you meet a pretty girl, will you get swept away?"

"Of course not."

Chen Yan picked her up and carried her toward the bathtub, his tone firm.

He added silently to himself: Usually, pretty girls end up falling for me—just like you.

At this moment.

Far away in Beijing, Xiaomi's headquarters was also preparing for its annual meeting.

After Xiaomi phones launched on Pinduoduo, JD. om, Taobao, and Suning Mall, they pushed full-channel sales, finally reaching a total of two million units sold.

Lei Zong was in high spirits, sitting in his office, reviewing the sales reports, filled with ambition.

"Tap-tap-tap—!"

A knock came at the door.

"Come in!" Lei Zong wiped his smile away and called out loudly.

Li Wanqiang pushed the door open and began reporting without sitting down: "Boss Lei, we just got word that 360 and Haier are teaming up to launch a smart phone targeting Xiaomi and Orange phones."

"Zhou Hongyi is making a phone too?"

Lei Zong paused slightly, then realized and muttered to himself: "Didn't you say you weren't making phones?"

"Strictly speaking, this phone is Haier's product; 360 handles promotion and sales."

Li Wanqiang continued.

This kind of arrangement was common among the three major carriers, but it was the first time in the internet industry.

In plain terms, it's an exclusive model!

(End of Chapter)