Chapter 301: O2O Strategy South China! Dad, I

Slept for twelve hours straight?

Chen Yansen stared blankly at the clock on the wall; the energy consumed by activating 【Planck Clock】 far exceeded expectations.

Though his mental energy had recovered, his stomach had long been growling, hollow and desperate.

The fridge door popped open automatically; a pineapple bun and a bottle of milk flew straight into Chen Yansen's hands. He devoured it in large bites, finishing the bun in two or three bites, and the 650-milliliter bottle of fresh milk was gone in an instant.

Not enough!

Chen Yansen ate two more pineapple buns and drank another bottle of fresh milk before the hunger finally eased slightly.

He let out a long sigh.

Chen Yansen collapsed onto the sofa, unable to help but marvel at the terrifying power of this talent.

His mind raced at high speed for three hours, yet only three seconds passed in reality—like activating God Mode, giving him the illusion of controlling all things.

If he continued strengthening his mental energy, he could remain in the 【Planck Clock】 talent state for all twenty-four hours of the day; then mathematics, physics, chemistry, astronomy, and life sciences would all reveal their secrets to him without resistance.

Thinking of this, Chen Yansen summoned his system panel.

Human Dao Ember remained at 27 strands, Divine Dao Ember at 105 strands, mental value at 100, physical value at 10. .

Exactly as he had anticipated, a new option for synthesizing Immortal Dao Incense appeared beneath the Divine Dao Ember.

One strand of Immortal Dao Incense is synthesized from every 100 strands of Divine Dao Ember.

"Let's try it!"

Chen Yansen focused his will; a thin strand of purple mist, as fine as a hair, materialized out of thin air and shot instantly into his third eye.

In an instant, starlight blazed brilliantly in his mind, as if he were drifting through an endless cosmic river, his brow glowing with clarity.

A few seconds later, his mental value rose to 100. 1!

Though the increase was only 0. 1, Chen Yansen clearly felt his spiritual sense detection radius and maximum object-control weight had both improved.

He didn't waste the remaining five strands of Divine Dao Ember, channeling them all into his physical value.

Once the object-control weight limit surpassed his body weight, wrapping a few loops of mental energy around his waist generated enough buoyancy to offset part of gravity, instantly solving the problem of excessive body density.

At 10 points of physical value, the 【Rhino Skin, Tiger Bone】 talent awakens—impervious to fire, water, blades, and bullets. What about 100? What about 1000?

For a moment, Chen Yansen was filled with eager anticipation.

After a minute, his emotions gradually calmed.

He took off his dirty clothes, stepped into the bathroom for a hot shower, brushed his teeth and washed his face, then changed into a clean, fresh set of casual wear and stepped out the door.

He went downstairs, got into the driver's seat of the Bentley Mulsanne, and sped toward the tech park.

He had found a better technical solution to the intelligent memory compression problem with aurorafutureos—he naturally had to start over from scratch.

Ten minutes later, Chen Yansen parked the car and walked straight into Building Nine, opened the office door, turned on his computer, and began working.

The tech park was eerily quiet on the weekend; most employees were on vacation, with only a few on duty and online customer service staff present.

After Pinduoduo, Orange Tech, Today Tech, and Orange Pay passed their initial growth phase, overtime gradually decreased as staff numbers increased.

The original 997 schedule had been adjusted to 986.

Employees worked two extra hours on weekdays and six extra hours on Saturdays, balancing work and life while still earning substantial overtime pay each month.

Of course, some well-off employees chose the 955 rhythm instead.

Chen Yansen had no objection; the overtime pay system was in place—if you wanted to earn more, work overtime; if you didn't want to, the company wouldn't use it to restrict your quarterly bonus evaluation or promotion.

The morning passed quickly. Chen Yansen looked up, rose from his chair, and walked toward the window—just in time to see Song Yuncheng below.

She really is relentless!

Chen Yansen smiled faintly; with Song Yuncheng's abilities, even if she left him now, she could easily land a director of business development role at any major internet e-commerce giant, with a monthly salary no less than 50, 00 yuan.

After all, she was his own protégée.

While Chen Yansen was busy developing his proprietary system, Wang Xin met with representatives from Sequoia Capital and Transatlantic Capital at Meituan's headquarters in Yancheng.

With no one else interested, Wang Xin had turned his attention to foreign capital.

Fortunately, European and American investment firms placed immense value on China's 1. -billion-person market; even though Meituan was now surrounded by enemies and had lost its top industry position.

Yet Hong Jing, General Manager of Transatlantic Capital's Beijing branch, still unhesitatingly chose to invest in Meituan.

Because whether in food delivery or group-buying, Meituan still held tangible value in business model, industry development, and market potential.

"Mr. Wang, as I understand, in June last year, Meituan received a joint investment from Alibaba and Sequoia Capital totaling $80 million, post-money valuation around $196 million. Over the past year, Meituan's market share rose from 6. % to 23. %, though it recently dropped three percentage points…"

Hong Jing spoke calmly, seated in Meituan's conference room.

Beside her sat several Transatlantic Capital financial analysts and legal advisors, all dressed in sharp suits, exuding an air of elite professionalism.

Shen Nanpeng of Sequoia Capital sat directly across, expressionless and silent.

Wang Xin opened his mouth to argue, but Hong Jing waved him off: "Mr. Steven has reviewed Meituan's organizational structure and business model and acknowledges your operational skills—but I cannot accept your $1 billion valuation."

Steven Dannin was Chairman of Transatlantic Capital, wielding immense influence within the group; by all rights, Hong Jing's investment judgment should have dismissed Wang Xin and Meituan entirely—but her boss had spoken, so she had no choice but to comply.

"Five billion dollars maximum. Otherwise, Transatlantic Capital will withdraw." Hong Jing crossed her arms, adding before Wang Xin could respond.

"If it's five billion, Sequoia Capital can accept it too," Shen Nanpeng said slowly, straightening his posture.

Though he believed in Wang Xin and Meituan, as a seasoned investor, he sought to maximize ROI by acquiring the most equity for the least capital.

As for personal ties?

Businessmen don't have feelings!

"Eight billion dollars. That's my bottom line," Wang Xin replied tightly, each word deliberate.

He refused to sell Meituan's equity at a fire-sale price!

"Lashou's transaction price was $420 million, Nuomi's was $150 million. Though Meituan holds a slightly higher market share, it cannot justify a 100% premium. Five billion is Transatlantic's highest offer. If you refuse, we can discuss again next month."

Hong Jing smiled faintly, lips curling in disdain.

To maintain market share, Meituan poured massive funds daily into marketing and channel acquisition—earning nothing, losing tens of millions each month.

Without Transatlantic and Sequoia's investment, Meituan might not even survive until year-end.

Hong Jing knew. Shen Nanpeng knew. Wang Xin knew.

After a long silence, Wang Xin sighed deeply and nodded heavily.

Though Transatlantic and Sequoia clearly sought to exploit Meituan's weakness, he had no better option.

Besides, Meituan operated under an AB share structure—Wang Xin wasn't afraid of losing control.

The three parties reached a preliminary agreement: Transatlantic would lead the round, Sequoia would follow, providing Meituan with a combined $75 million in development funding.

The financing was secured, but the valuation fell far below Wang Xin's expectations. In short, his strategy was simple: ensure Meituan survived first, then plan for the future.

Equity sometimes matters. Sometimes, it's worthless.

On the other side.

After communicating with Hillhouse Capital, Today Capital, and overseas Asian investors, Li Yanhong's expression grew darker—none of them would increase their investment.

Only Junlian Capital still showed strong interest in Didi Chuxing—but Zhu Nanli's demand gave him pause: they wanted to install Liu Yiqing as CEO of Didi.

Li Yanhong refused outright.

The subsidy war between Kuaide and Didi had burned nearly one billion yuan in just four months; for ordinary venture capital firms, these two giants were too risky.

The Hundred-Group Battle was so fierce, yet no single player lost two hundred million yuan per month!

They weren't here to be pawns!

Moreover, the battle between Didi and Kuaide wasn't just about ride-hailing platforms—it was a proxy war between their backers.

Didi was backed by Baidu; Kuaide by Sunlink, Tencent, and Alibaba.

None lacked traffic or capital—now it was simply a test of who cracked first.

Li Yanhong wanted to emulate Chen Yansen's strategy: bring in multiple VCs to share the risk—but he was too late. Whether internet capital or state capital, all had already joined Kuaide's camp.

Unless Kuaide made a major operational blunder, no one would switch investment targets mid-game.

"Try approaching Apple An or Temasek."

After careful consideration, Li Yanhong asked his assistant to arrange a meeting with the heads of Apple An or Temasek's investment divisions.

Didi's monthly losses reached three to four hundred million yuan; its $600 million Series D funding was nearly exhausted. Li Yanhong wanted to launch Series E as soon as possible.

Meanwhile.

Cheng Wei had completed his layout across North China, East China, and Central China—and now turned his sights on South China.

Dense cities, high mobility demand, 170 million permanent residents—producing at least one million orders daily.

First swallow South China, then move into Northeast China—eventually capturing 80% of the national market share.

At that point, Didi would be nothing but a child before Kuaide's scale.

"Tell Xiao Zong and Lao Pei—we'll expand Gaode Map's O2O strategy to the southern market."

Cheng Wei muttered softly, then initiated a video conference.

"Chief Cheng, what's up?" Pei Yi asked casually, looking into the camera.

"I'm expanding Kuaide's services to South China. I need Xiao Zong and Pei Zong's traffic support."

Cheng Wei smiled.

Kuaide had channel entry points on KuaiPao's PC and app platforms, as well as on Gaode Map—thanks to KuaiPao and Gaode's cooperation, Kuaide had firmly kept Didi's market share below 20%.

"Already? No problem," Xiao Jun agreed cheerfully.

He earned commissions from every order processed through KuaiPao and Gaode Map, boosting revenue and profitability.

All three companies were subsidiaries under Sunlink Capital, so their coordination was seamless, internal communication effortless.

"South China? Sure!" Pei Yi nodded.

His people had already infiltrated Meituan's internal team and had just learned Wang Xin planned to launch food delivery in South China.

The opponent wanted to avoid confrontation?

He'd make sure Wang Xin couldn't have it his way.

The three of them exchanged words back and forth for over half an hour before finalizing the marketing plan for the South China market, then jointly sent a work email to Chen Yansen.

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"South China market? Pei Yi and Cheng Wei's expansion pace isn't slow—they've already secured the North China, East China, and Central China markets in just over half a year."

Chen Yansen opened the email, scrolled with his mouse, and finished reading the three men's proposal in just two or three seconds—it was largely sound, fully replicating their previous successful approach.

It looked aggressive, yet was methodical and steady.

Chen Yansen didn't overthink it and immediately approved it.

Under Cheng Wei's leadership, Kuai De Da Che had maintained a leading position in the ride-hailing market.

In project operations and management, they were no less capable than Cheng Wei.

Talented people in this world are as numerous as fish crossing a river; most simply never encounter a patron who gives them the stage to display their abilities.

As dusk fell outside the window, Chen Yansen ate dinner at the company cafeteria before driving back to Xu Yuan.

As soon as he stepped out of the car, his phone rang in his pocket.

"Teacher Tang, what can I do for you?" Chen Yansen pressed answer, smiling.

"You haven't forgotten about tomorrow, have you?" Tang Qingshan asked cautiously.

"I've already prepared the speech draft," Chen Yansen lied casually.

"Good—you're the face of Xu Yuan. Many new students enrolled here specifically because of your reputation."

Tang Qingshan spoke with deep emotion.

Come on!

Chen Yansen sneered. Others might not know, but he knew perfectly well.

At least one-third of the freshmen at Xu Yuan are experts at barely scraping past the cutoff score—just barely above the second-tier university line, where else could they go?

"Alright, I understand," Chen Yansen pretended ignorance, choosing not to expose the truth.

"Alright, I won't disturb you further. Remember to rest early and keep your energy up," Tang Qingshan added, still uneasy before hanging up.

It's just a welcome ceremony—why take it so seriously?

Chen Yansen put away his phone and sighed, shaking his head.

Just as he was about to head upstairs, he heard loud arguing coming from the entrance of Male Dormitory No. 6.

"Dad, I'm dropping out! This school's environment is terrible—there are mantises and grasshoppers on the balcony, and last night I even saw a ghost!"

"Ghost your head! You've already paid tuition—stay put. Want to transfer? Go take the postgraduate exam yourself. Don't keep coming up with half-baked ideas and dragging your old man through this!"

A ghost?

Could they possibly be talking about me?

Chen Yansen's expression froze as he thought to himself.

His spiritual sense only extends thirty meters; last night he'd flown too carelessly and hadn't paid attention—he might very well have been seen as a blurry shadow.

Sigh, I need to be more careful.

Chen Yansen didn't want rumors of hauntings spreading through Xu Yuan, so he resolved: he would avoid activating flight mode unless absolutely necessary.

(End of Chapter)