[{"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-3":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},2264216,4419,"Chapter 3: I Think I Know How to Make Money Now","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-3",3,"\u003Cp>At eight in the morning, the morning light had faded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden chorus of cicadas outside the window woke Chen Yansen from sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fifteen-square-meter room was crammed with stuff: three stacks of textbooks and reference materials, two stacks of mock exam papers, and by the window stood a lacquered red wooden desk, equally piled high with books.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A poster of Xu Song was taped to the wall, in a distinctly non-mainstream style.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get up, make money!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen checked his system, then glanced at his phone’s time, and finally accepted it—he was in 2010, and he couldn’t go back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put on a short-sleeved shirt, walked into the bathroom, and began brushing his teeth and washing his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s house had two bedrooms and a living room, totaling about sixty square meters; it had originally been housing for employees of the salt company, bought ten years ago by Old Chen for thirty thousand yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By 2020, the demolition compensation came to 480,000 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sixteenfold increase!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I should tell Old Chen to buy the two apartments upstairs—this is a guaranteed profit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen thought aimlessly while brushing his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To make money, you first need startup capital!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night he’d counted everything—he had just over three hundred yuan, even the coins hidden in his dirty socks had been dug out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looks like I’ll have to “borrow” some from Old Chen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, when the old man dies, this money will be mine anyway—I’m just using it early, no harm done!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking this, Chen Yansen wiped the water from his face and, following memory, slipped into Chen Guobin’s bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nightstand, second photo album.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen easily found two bank cards—one registered to Old Chen, the other to his mother, whom he’d never met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For years, Chen Guobin had deposited money into both cards annually—for Chen Yansen’s college tuition and future marriage and children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The passwords were told to him by Old Chen himself!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 2018, Old Chen fell seriously ill; if Chen Yansen hadn’t exhausted every connection to find a hospital, he likely wouldn’t have survived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Old Chen woke up, he immediately told him where the cards were and their passwords.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A man like Old Chen somehow gave birth to a scumbag like me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen chuckled bitterly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flipped to the last page of the album—a yellowed old photo, which, had it not been laminated, would have long since fallen apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the photo, Chen Guobin wore a suit, stood tall, grinning foolishly, with a gentle-looking girl leaning on his shoulder, dressed in a linen dress, her face full of joy and happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As someone who’d lived through it, Chen Yansen understood his father’s feelings perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Love that fades slowly rarely torments you long; love that ends abruptly is what drives you mad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wife died in childbirth, leaving behind a crying infant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Chen became both father and mother to raise Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he wasn’t a saint—when he was a kid, he was mischievous and reckless, driving Old Chen to emotional breakdowns, and the old man would kick him without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d kick while crying and yelling: “If it weren’t for you, my wife wouldn’t have died!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was when he realized—for Chen Guobin, his son was an accident; his wife was true love.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After too many beatings, Chen Yansen’s stubbornness flared up—he stopped calling him “Dad,” and instead called him “Old Chen” all day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a way, the grit and drive he later showed in entrepreneurship were kicked into him, one kick at a time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mom, I’m taking the money you saved for me—I’ll use it now, and later I’ll get you more daughters-in-law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grinned at the photo, utterly carefree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put Old Chen’s card back where he found it, and slipped his mother’s card into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out his phone and called Wang Zihao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haozi, meet me at the crossroads in ten minutes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To the internet cafe?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao’s voice was muffled—he was clearly still half-asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kids play games all day. Dad’s taking you to make money!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was speechless, and spoke plainly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? You mean we’re getting summer jobs?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao sat up in bed, astonished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost August—they’d been glued to internet cafes and pool halls since the college entrance exam, never even thought about summer jobs or getting their driver’s licenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop talking nonsense. Get here now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hung up without another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he went downstairs, found a Jietian bicycle in the hallway, sat on it, and pedaled slowly outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Halfway there, he remembered he hadn’t eaten breakfast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So when he finally spotted Wang Zihao, the other boy immediately stormed over and yelled: “Fucking Chen Yansen, please be a human being! You said ten minutes—you’re half an hour late!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Spittle flew everywhere!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here, I knew you hadn’t eaten—I brought you breakfast.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wiped his face in disgust, stepped back slightly, and handed him a cup of soy milk and a fried dough stick wrapped in bean curd skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve got some conscience after all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao grinned, snatched it, and began wolfing it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, why the sudden interest in summer jobs? Ran out of pocket money? I’ve got two hundred—take it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao slurped his soy milk, then pulled two hundred yuan from his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Summer job? I’ll never work a day in my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t mean you’re gonna sell yourself? Let me warn you—I come from a family with clean morals. Selling your dignity or body? Absolutely not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao grinned wickedly, his belly fat jiggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wish. Even if you wanted to sell, someone’d have to buy you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen struck back without mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighteen-year-old Wang Zihao was slightly overweight, 1.78 meters tall—four centimeters shorter than him, not handsome at all—who’d pay for this kind of rough grain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao glared, clearly offended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Literal meaning.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s tone was light, his eyes mischievous, full of teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it. Are you really breaking up with Zhou Keyuan?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did I ever date her? We weren’t even a couple—no breakup to talk about.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen replied, completely indifferent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“True enough.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Wang Zihao didn’t understand his best friend’s emotional shifts, it was clear from his tone that Zhou Keyuan was already history.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Internet cafe, luggage, digital audio, milk tea, clothing, supermarkets, phones, cosmetics, idol shops...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen fell silent, his gaze fixed on the rows of shops ahead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was weighing which industry or product could bring him his first pot of gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plans flashed through his mind, only to be discarded one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I know too little about this era—I’ll survey the streets first, then decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment of thought, Chen Yansen cut off his train of thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m done eating. Where to now?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao wiped his mouth and looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Street survey.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen swung onto his bike and rode south; whenever he spotted a store that caught his interest, he stopped, went in, examined the goods, and asked prices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What the hell are you doing?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao, watching his serious demeanor, asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up, learn.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen gave no explanation, focusing entirely on the products in the display windows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Noah 5200, price 850.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huatian K801, price 988.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sony T303C, price 999.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bodao V788, price 1388.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Blue Magic MP3, price 159.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziguang MP4, price 399.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen recorded the prices with interest; a plan to make money was slowly taking shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before 4G networks were fully deployed, remote small towns like Chunshen suffered massive information gaps in clothing, department stores, and digital products compared to first-tier cities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Information gaps are cash!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mouse, come with me to the internet cafe again—I think I know how to make money now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grabbed Wang Zihao and ran out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’d better go after me instead of chasing money—I’m about to drop dead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao was drenched in sweat; he’d spent the entire morning walking four streets with Chen Yansen, his legs trembling, and now this yank nearly made him collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You wish—I’d rather go after your sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stopped and waited for him, annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monster! My sister’s only fourteen this year!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao knew his best friend was joking, but that didn’t stop him from launching into an insult.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah, she’s fourteen this year, but her cunning is scarier than most forty-year-olds.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen cursed inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, he’d nearly walked into the grave of marriage—all because of Wang Zihao’s own sister, Wang Ziyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, he woke up in time, turned away from the path of error, and returned to the sea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t kept walking further down the wrong road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How could Chen Yansen ever hang himself on one tree? This lifetime, I’ll stay as far away from her as possible.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen silently resolved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1488,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","94844734dd6c2e1202c4afe150de94881e7a0fd274d92807e72ead2188eee83d","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-4","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-2",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]