Chapter 290

"Dingdong Community? Liang Changlin?"

At Zhuxianzhuang Technology Park, after hearing Pei Yi's report, Chen Yansen suddenly thought of 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 Kuai Pao, and incorporate all of Dingdong Community's business scope—including housekeeping, printing, laundry, lock opening and replacement, and appliance repair—into Kuai Pao'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 early.

People change!

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

No need to invite trouble for yourself!

Even a lion fighting a rabbit uses its full strength!

Once Kuai Pao swallows the entire food delivery market and makes group buying the number-one in the industry, perhaps he'll spare Dingdong Community a lifeline.

But not now!

Whether it's Liang Changlin, Wang Xin, Ma Liyun, or Ma Huateng standing in his way, he'd crush them all without hesitation.

"Got it, I understand. Once General Gao finishes the business and financial audit, I'll immediately begin reorganizing Nuomi. com's organizational structure and ground promotion model."

Pei Yi nodded, then, remembering the takeover of Nuomi. com, added:

"Cut all agents in third- and fourth-tier cities. 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 Kuai Pao's risk control department was established, the number of employees reported to the Prosecution 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, then hung up the phone.

He looked up at the window; the sky had long since darkened, and the late summer breeze made the camphor trees below rustle softly.

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

The master hadn't changed at all; just as annoying as in his past life.

Chen Yansen smiled, stood up, and prepared to leave work; the car keys on his desk flew up automatically and slipped neatly into his pant 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 walked over.

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

"Come to pick up your girlfriend? I haven't eaten yet," Chen Yansen said, squinting, clearly enjoying the show.

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

In his heart, he had long regarded Chen Yansen as his adoptive big brother; even without the courier agency business, the annual campus card commissions alone allowed him to easily earn two hundred thousand yuan.

"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 where everyone spends sixty yuan?

"Sen-ge, don't misunderstand—Sky Garden is where you go all the time. I thought you'd enjoy a change, somewhere with more everyday flavor, to experience ordinary college student life."

Song Yang scratched his head and smiled in explanation.

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

"Alright, I'll call and reserve a private room first. Should I invite Zhe-ge, Qiangzi, Bobo, and Xiao Peng too?" Song Yang pulled out his phone and stepped aside, then turned back to ask as he was about to dial.

Chen Yansen said nothing, giving a thumbs-up.

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

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

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

"What's wrong with relying on your parents? You know my family situation—both my parents are civil servants, and they place great importance on social status. If you're unwilling to inherit the hotel management, and insist on striking out on your own by opening a tiny hotel across from Xu Yuan, then let's break up."

As soon as Fu Yin got in the car, her expression turned cold, delivering her final ultimatum to Song Yang.

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

In her eyes, Song Yang was mentally ill—turning down a chance to be a proper chain-hotel heir, 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 arguing intermittently for half a month.

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

Song Yang's face remained icy; he said nothing more. Only when he pulled up at the east gate of Xu Yuan did he suddenly speak: "Get out."

"Song Yang, what do you mean?" Fu Yin panicked as he stopped at the school gate instead of Shuangqing Restaurant.

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

"Our dorm gathering—your being an outsider isn't appropriate," Song Yang replied.

"Bang!"

Fu Yin stormed out of the car, then turned and screamed: "Asshole!"

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

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

"Damn! Weren't you and Sister Yin getting along fine?" Wang Zhengqiang asked, bewildered.

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

Chen Yansen sat in his seat, checking the real-time sales data for the Orange C3 and Qingcheng D1S; from 6 p. m. until now, total sales of the two phones reached 597,000 units—far exceeding his expectations.

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

Even phones like the 360 Phone, NetEase Phone, and Aliyun Phone managed to sell millions of units; it seems quite reasonable for the Chengzi Phone to sell a million units in a single day.

As for Song Yang?

He was too lazy to even scold; clearly a second-generation rich kid, yet he insisted on starting from scratch. Then let me ask you, wouldn't your father's decades of hard struggle have been in vain?

Just like that silly son from the Wanda family; purely a case of having a missing screw in the brain.

However, it was for the best they broke up; he had seen that girl Fu Yin, and her depth and level were far beyond Song Yang's.

"Tomorrow I'll give HR a heads-up and fire her?"

Chen Yansen suggested abruptly.

He had arranged for Fu Yin to join the Design Department of Chengzi Technology only out of consideration for Song Yang; since they had broken up, what face was there to give?

Tang Zhenzhe, Meng Xibo, Wang Zhengqiang, and others exchanged glances, seeing Chen Yansen's cold side for the first time.

"That's not good, right?" Zhu Xiaopeng said weakly. "Thanks, Brother Sen, no need," Song Yang thought that even after breaking up, they could remain friends and leave each other some dignity.

"Chengzi Technology has many outstanding young people; programmers with annual salaries of four or five hundred thousand are a dime a dozen, very attractive to young girls..." Chen Yansen said leisurely.

"Brother Sen, trouble you, fire her." Song Yang's face changed as fast as flipping a book, obviously still hung up on Fu Yin.

"..." Tang Zhenzhe.

"..." Meng Xibo.

"..." Wang Zhengqiang.

"..." Zhu Xiaopeng.

Simp!

Chen Yansen commented silently, his gaze toward Song Yang also filled with disgust.

Next, three single dogs who had never been in a relationship, acting as veterans, began to analyze things for Song Yang in great detail.

"Brother Zhe, you haven't even held a girl's hand, yet you know everything about matters of the heart, amazing!" Wang Zhengqiang joked with a smile.

Tang Zhenzhe's old face turned red; this guy Wang Zhengqiang cursed too foully, so he could only stiffen his neck and retort: "Haven't eaten pork, but haven't seen a pig run? Does a piano player have to know how to build a piano?"

"Qiangzi, don't interrupt! I think Brother Zhe makes sense." Song Yang waved his hand, signaling Wang Zhengqiang to shut up.

This scene made Chen Yansen chuckle; twenty-year-old Song Yang was too damn innocent, completely different from the greasy middle-aged man who would hug girls and drink cross-cupped wine in business KTVs more than ten years later.

Due to Boss Song's breakup, this gathering did not end until midnight.

Tang Zhenzhe and others, still not drunk enough, carried a case of beer and a bag of braised snacks, planning to rent a room at the hotel and fight until dawn; after all, tomorrow was Sunday, no need to work.

The group staggered out of the restaurant, heading toward the hotel.

"Brother Sen, what should I do?" Song Yang, slightly drunk and with a flushed face, asked while pulling on Chen Yansen's arm.

"If you want to keep Fu Yin, give up the idea of starting a business; otherwise, just find another one."

Chen Yansen shrugged, then added: "The breakup rate among college couples is over 70%; from an economic perspective, this is mostly caused by imperfect competition, diminishing marginal utility, and increasing opportunity costs, so when it comes to feelings, if you take it seriously, you lose."

"Brother Sen, I've realized it." Song Yang fell silent for over ten seconds, then responded.

I just made up a few sentences, and you damn well realized it?

Chen Yansen was stunned, seeing Tang Zhenzhe and the others staring at him with looks of admiration.

"What about you? Have you realized it too?" Chen Yansen asked casually.

"The Great Dao is simple; Brother Sen makes no mistake." Facing the boss's question, Meng Xibo responded promptly.

"In matters of love, Brother Sen is truly a master." Zhu Xiaopeng chimed in to agree.

Not my friend, Chen Yansen had only been in one relationship, how did he become a master? I just talked my mouth dry, yet I never saw you praise me like this!

Tang Zhenzhe opened his mouth, almost laughing in exasperation.

Before long, the group of six stood at the hotel front desk.

"Open one room, big one." Song Yang said dizzily.

The front desk girl in charge of cashiering stared at the group with a strange expression; six men opening one room?

"Open six rooms." Chen Yansen said indifferently.

"ID cards, deposit." The front desk girl finally breathed a sigh of relief.

After checking in, the six walked upstairs, but only entered one room in the end.

The front desk girl stared at the monitor, instantly imagining all sorts of unspeakable scenes.

Chen Yansen stayed in the room for only half an hour before coming out, but he didn't return to his own room; instead, he entered 8488.

"I brought you some hangover tea, shall I pour you a cup?" Meng Jie, wearing a set of pink pajamas, pounced up with a smile, wrapping her arms around Chen Yansen's waist, and asked in a soft, gentle voice.

"Sure." Chen Yansen lowered his head, sniffed around Meng Jie's neck, catching the fresh scent of body wash.

Hearing this, Meng Jie let go of Chen Yansen and busied herself getting the thermos.

Chen Yansen took out his phone, and as soon as he tapped into the project group chat, he saw the latest sales data summary: eight hours after launch, 275,000 units of the Chengzi C3 were sold, 728,000 units of the Qingcheng D1s were sold, totaling 1,003,000 units, with revenue reaching a high of 1.607 billion yuan.

Among them, Kuipao contributed 220,000 units in sales, the Chengzi Shangcheng and Pinbai Hundred Billion Subsidy channel contributed 430,000 units, and flagship stores like Suning, Gome, and Taobao accumulated a total sales volume of 353,000 units.

1,003,000 units sold in eight hours!

Chengzi Technology was thrilled, but Huawei, ZTE, Shanxing, Xiaomi, and other competitors were in a sorry state.

Normally, the daily smartphone shipment volume nationwide is only around 600,000 units; with the Chengzi Phone out, it sucked the entire market dry.

There were almost no phone brands unaffected, able to stabilize their daily sales figures; at this moment, everyone was cursing.

Additionally, it is worth noting that the daily sales of the Mo Si smart speaker rose from over 3,000 units to over 40,000 units; although it couldn't compare to the performance in overseas markets, compared to the previous dismal scene, there was obviously a significant improvement.

"The tea is still warm, it's perfect to drink now." Meng Jie held the tea and handed it to Chen Yansen.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen tossed his phone aside, downed the tea in one gulp, then picked up Meng Jie and walked toward the bathroom.

"I've already washed clean." Meng Jie said with a red face.

"Wash again, I'll wash you." Chen Yansen said with a wicked smile.

Meanwhile.

After Chen Dejun and Yu Weijiao reached a consensus, they immediately departed from Hu City and traveled overnight by car to Xu City.

The two of them knew clearly that the true power behind Yun Su was Chen Yansen.

Liao Wei is nothing; he cannot make any decisions!

As long as they could sell Shentong and Yuantong for a higher price, the two of them did not care who the buyer was.

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

Chen Yansen, who had defeated Shentong and Yuantong, was indeed detestable, but Ma Liyun, who deliberately delayed time and tried to lower the price in the process, was even less of a person.

The two traveled rapidly all the way, arriving at the Dongmen of Xu Courtyard at three in the morning. They chose a nearby hotel to stay in, preparing to visit the next day.

Little did they know, Chen Yansen was staying in the room next door at that very moment.

Early the next morning, the official Weibo account of Orange Technology and Chen Yansen's Weibo account published a battle report stating that the new Orange product phone had sold over one million units.

If it were single-day sales, to be honest, it would not count as a particularly good result; yet Orange Technology had broken the first-day pre-sale record of the iPhone 4s in just eight hours, which was still shocking.

Nine o'clock in the morning.

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

"Boss, there are two guests in the waiting area who wish to see you; they are the bosses of Shentong Express and Yuantong Express," administrative receptionist Tian Tian reminded softly.

(End of this chapter)