Chapter 290: 8 Hours, 1 Million, 1.6 Billion! Crush Dingdong Community!

"Dingdong Community? Liang Changlin?"

At Zhuxianzhuang Technology Park, after hearing Pei Yi's report, Chen Yansen suddenly recalled the product "Dingdong Buy Vegetables"; connecting the dots, it wasn't hard to guess that Dingdong Community was likely the predecessor of Dingdong Buy Vegetables.

"Add a lifestyle services section to KuaiPao, and incorporate all of Dingdong Community's operations—including housekeeping, printing, laundry, lock opening and replacement, and appliance repair—into KuaiPao's operational scope."

Chen Yansen smiled faintly and instructed Pei Yi.

There was no choice; to be safe, it was better to crush Dingdong Community before it could grow.

People change!

If left unchecked, Liang Changlin might, once he grew bigger, turn his eyes toward the food delivery market.

No need to invite trouble!

Even a lion fighting a rabbit uses its full strength!

Once KuaiPao swallows the entire food delivery market and becomes number one in group buying, perhaps I'll spare Dingdong Community a lifeline.

But not now!

Whether it's Liang Changlin, Wang Xin, Ma Liyun, or Ma Huateng blocking my path—I'll crush them all anyway.

"Understood. Once General Gao completes the business and financial audit, I'll immediately restructure Nuomi. om's organizational framework and ground promotion model."

Pei Yi nodded, then added, thinking of Nuomi. om's takeover:

"Cut all third-tier agents. If anyone dares to embezzle our money, send them straight to the sewing machine."

Chen Yansen warned coldly.

"Yes, boss. I know exactly what to do," Pei Yi replied without hesitation.

In reality, besides the group buying agents, were the regional managers, area managers, and city managers any cleaner?

Since KuaiPao's risk control department was established, the number of employees reported to the Procuratorate Association each quarter never fell below double digits.

Human nature: expecting someone not to covet piles of white cash is like forcing them to become a eunuch.

Chen Yansen grunted and hung up the phone.

He looked up at the window; night had long fallen, and the late summer breeze rustled the camphor trees below.

Chen Yansen couldn't help but recall Ye Qiuping's wind chimes—jingling softly—and the milky scent in her room.

Master hasn't changed at all; still as flirtatious as in his past life.

Chen Yansen smiled, stood up to leave work, and the car keys on his desk flew up automatically, slipping neatly into his pocket.

Just as he reached the first floor, he saw Song Yang standing outside on the open ground, seemingly arguing with his girlfriend.

Chen Yansen strolled over.

Song Yang heard footsteps, saw it was Chen Yansen, and his anger softened slightly; he asked awkwardly, "Sen-ge, off work?"

"Here to pick up your girlfriend? I haven't eaten yet," Chen Yansen replied, squinting with amusement.

"Duoqing Restaurant, QQ-E Home, Fengbo Manor—Sen-ge, pick whichever you like," Song Yang patted his chest.

In his heart, he'd long regarded Chen Yansen as his blood brother, not even counting the courier agency business; just the annual campus card commissions alone let him earn two ten thousand easily.

"Can't I just eat at Sky Garden once?" Chen Yansen sneered inwardly: damn it, Song Yang, lives in a five-star hotel, but treats his brothers to a roadside stall with sixty yuan per person?

"Sen-ge, don't misunderstand. It's just that you go to Sky Garden so often—I thought you'd enjoy a place with more everyday flavor, to experience ordinary college student life."

Song Yang scratched his head and smiled in explanation.

"Duoqing Restaurant then," Chen Yansen didn't care—he'd eaten there before.

"Got it! I'll call and book a private room first. Should I invite Zhe-ge, Qiangzi, Bobo, and Xiaopeng too?" Song Yang pulled out his phone, stepped aside, and turned back to ask.

Chen Yansen stayed silent, giving a thumbs-up.

One minute later, Song Yang hung up, gestured to his girlfriend Fu Yin to get in the car, and said to Chen Yansen: "Second floor, Huangshan Hall."

Chen Yansen nodded slightly, stepped into the driver's seat of the Aston Martin Rapide, and drove slowly out of the tech park.

Song Yang followed behind in his second-hand BMW X1.

"What's wrong with relying on your parents? You know my family background—both my parents are civil servants, and they place great value on social status. If you won't take over managing the hotel, but insist on striking out on your own by opening a tiny hotel across from the academy, then let's break up."

As soon as she got in the car, Fu Yin's expression turned cold, delivering her final ultimatum.

If relatives and friends found out her boyfriend ran a tiny guesthouse across from campus, they'd laugh themselves to death.

In her eyes, Song Yang was mentally ill—turning down a chance to inherit a chain hotel business, insisting on starting from scratch.

Do you think you're Chen Yansen?!

"Are you sure you want to break up?"

Song Yang asked flatly; over the past few weeks, they'd been quarreling intermittently for half a month.

"If you won't listen to me, then break up," Fu Yin replied just as coldly.

Song Yang's face remained expressionless; he said nothing more. Only when he pulled up at the east gate of the academy did he suddenly say: "Get out."

"Song Yang, what do you mean?" Fu Yin panicked when she saw he'd stopped at the school gate instead of Duoqing Restaurant.

She hadn't expected that this time, she hadn't controlled him—he really meant to break up.

"Our dorm gathering isn't appropriate with an outsider present," Song Yang replied.

"Bang!"

Fu Yin stormed out of the car and turned to scream: "Jerk!"

Three minutes later, Song Yang wandered dazedly into Huangshan Hall. Wang Zhengqiang had already arrived from the startup park, sizing him up before asking: "Yang-ge, broken up?"

He'd only been joking, saying it offhand—but to his surprise, Song Yang actually nodded.

"Damn! Weren't you and Yin-jie getting along fine?" Wang Zhengqiang asked, baffled.

"Yangyang broke up?" Tang Zhenzhe, Meng Xibo, and Zhu Xiaopeng, who had just walked in, heard half and immediately pounced with gossip.

Chen Yansen sat at his seat, checking real-time sales data for the Orange C3 and Qingcheng D1S; from 6 p. . until now, total sales of the two phones reached 597, 00 units—far exceeding his expectations.

The 2012 phone market wasn't as cutthroat as he'd imagined.

Even junk like 360 Phone, NetEase Phone, and Aliyun Phone sold millions; selling a million Orange Phones a day seemed perfectly reasonable.

As for Song Yang?

He didn't even bother cursing—here was a rich kid who insisted on starting from scratch. So I ask you: didn't your father spend decades working hard for nothing?

Just like that idiot son of the Wanda family—completely brain-dead.

Still, it's better this way. Fu Yin was someone he'd met before—her depth and level far surpassed Song Yang's.

"Tomorrow I'll tell HR to fire her?"

Chen Yansen suddenly suggested.

He'd only placed Fu Yin in the Orange Tech design department out of respect for Song Yang; now that they'd broken up, why give her any favor?

Tang Zhenzhe, Meng Xibo, Wang Zhengqiang, and others exchanged glances—they'd never seen Chen Yansen so cold.

"That doesn't seem right," Zhu Xiaopeng said weakly. "Thanks, Sen-ge, no need." Song Yang believed they could still be friends after a breakup—leave each other some dignity.

"Orange Tech has plenty of outstanding young people—dozens of programmers earning four or five hundred thousand a year—very attractive to young girls…" Chen Yansen said slowly.

"Sen-ge, sorry to trouble you, fire her," Song Yang's expression changed instantly—he clearly still cared about Fu Yin.

"..." Tang Zhenzhe.

"..." Meng Xibo.

"..." Wang Zhengqiang.

"..." Zhu Xiaopeng.

Suck-up.

Chen Yansen silently judged, his gaze toward Song Yang filled with disdain.

Next, three single men with no dating experience, speaking as seasoned veterans, gave Song Yang detailed advice.

"Zhe-ge, you've never even held a girl's hand, yet you understand relationships so well—impressive!" Wang Zhengqiang teased.

Tang Zhenzhe's face flushed red; Wang Zhengqiang's insult was too crude. He could only glare back: "I've never eaten pork, but haven't I seen pigs run? Does a pianist have to build pianos?"

"Qiangzi, don't interrupt! I think Zhe-ge's right," Song Yang waved him off.

This scene made Chen Yansen chuckle silently—twenty-year-old Song Yang was so naive, nothing like the greasy middle-aged man who'd later hug girls over wine at business banquets.

Because of Song Yang's breakup, the gathering didn't end until midnight.

Tang Zhenzhe and the others, still thirsty, grabbed a case of beer and a bag of braised snacks, planning to rent a hotel room and party till dawn—tomorrow was Sunday, no work.

The group stumbled out of the restaurant toward the hotel.

"Sen-ge, what should I do?" Song Yang, drunk and flushed, gripped Chen Yansen's arm.

"If you want to keep Fu Yin, give up your startup dream. Otherwise, find someone else."

Chen Yansen shrugged. "Over 70% of college couples break up. Economically, it's caused by imperfect competition, diminishing marginal utility, and rising opportunity costs. So in love, if you take it seriously, you've already lost."

"Sen-ge, I get it," Song Yang replied after a ten-second silence.

I just blabbed a few things, and you suddenly "get it"?

Chen Yansen blinked—Tang Zhenzhe and the others stared at him with worshipful eyes.

"What about you guys? You get it too?" Chen Yansen asked casually.

"The Dao is simple. Sen-ge is absolutely right," Meng Xibo responded promptly.

"In matters of love, Sen-ge is truly a master," Zhu Xiaopeng chimed in.

Guys, I've only ever dated once—how did I become a master? I just talked my lips raw, and you never praised me like this before!

Tang Zhenzhe opened his mouth, nearly laughed in disbelief.

Soon, the six men stood before the hotel front desk.

"One room. Big," Song Yang mumbled.

The female front desk clerk stared at them strangely—six men renting one room?

"Open six rooms," Chen Yansen said coolly.

"ID and deposit," the receptionist finally sighed in relief.

After checking in, the six of them headed upstairs—but only one room was entered.

The receptionist stared at the surveillance feed, her mind conjuring all sorts of lurid scenarios.

Chen Yansen stayed in the room for only half an hour before stepping out—but he didn't return to his own room; he went into 8488.

"I brought you some sobering tea—want me to pour you a cup?" Meng Jie, dressed in a pink pajama set, pounced on him with a grin, wrapping her arms around his waist and asking softly.

"Sure," Chen Yansen lowered his head, sniffing at her neck—the fresh scent of body wash.

Hearing this, Meng Jie let go of Chen Yansen and hurried to fetch the thermos.

Chen Yansen pulled out his phone, opened the project group, and saw the latest sales summary: in eight hours, the Orange C3 sold 275, 00 units, the Green Orange D1S sold 728, 00 units, totaling 1, 03, 00 units, with revenue reaching 1. 07 billion yuan.

Among them, KuaiPao contributed 220, 00 units; Orange Mall and Pinnbei's billion-level subsidy channel contributed 430, 00 units; flagship stores such as Suning, Gome, and Taobao collectively sold 353, 00 units.

One million and three thousand units sold in eight hours!

Orange Tech was thrilled, but Huawei, ZTE, Shanxing, Xiaomi, and other competitors were devastated.

Normally, nationwide daily smartphone shipments totaled just over 600, 00 units—Orange phones came out and sucked the entire market dry.

Almost no smartphone brand remained unaffected or held steady on daily sales; all were cursing now.

Also noteworthy: Mos Smart Speaker's daily sales surged from 3, 00 units to over 40, 00 units. Though still far behind overseas performance, the improvement from its previous dismal state was unmistakable.

"The tea's still warm—perfect to drink now," Meng Jie said, handing the cup to Chen Yansen.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen tossed his phone aside, drained the tea in one gulp, then picked up Meng Jie and carried her into the bathroom.

"I washed clean," Meng Jie said, blushing.

"Wash again—I'll wash you," Chen Yansen grinned mischievously.

Meanwhile.

After reaching a mutual agreement, Chen Dejun and Yu Weijiao immediately departed from Shanghai, traveling overnight to Xucheng.

They both knew the true power behind YunSu was Chen Yansen.

Liao Wei was nothing—he couldn't make a single decision!

As long as they could sell ShenTong and YuanTong for a higher price, they didn't care who the buyer was.

Compared to Ma Liyun, both Chen Dejun and Yu Weijiao preferred to sell their companies to Chen Yansen.

While Chen Yansen, who crushed ShenTong and YuanTong, was despicable, Ma Liyun—who deliberately delayed to pressure them into lowering the price—was even worse.

The two drove hard and arrived at the East Gate of Xuyuan at three a. ., checked into a nearby hotel, and planned to visit the next day.

Unbeknownst to them, Chen Yansen was staying right next door.

Early the next morning, Orange Tech's official Weibo and Chen Yansen's personal Weibo posted a victory report: Orange's new phone surpassed one million sales.

If measured by daily sales alone, it wasn't an outstanding figure—but Orange Tech shattered Apple's iPhone 4S first-day pre-sale record in just eight hours, leaving everyone stunned.

At nine a. .

Chen Yansen parked his car and stepped into Building No. 9, where Orange Tech was located.

"Boss, two guests are waiting in the lounge—both the CEOs of ShenTong Express and YuanTong Express," administrative receptionist Tian Tian whispered.

(End of Chapter)