[{"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-32":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},2264245,4419,"Chapter 32: Little Brother, I","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-32",32,"\u003Cp>Hearing the noise at the door, the group turned their heads in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Grab a drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen raised a snack in one hand and a beer in the other, grinning brightly as he suggested it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I can’t drink.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yang sat on the bed, his expression hesitant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He suffered from mild social anxiety; he felt he and Chen Yansen had only exchanged greetings so far, far from familiar enough to sit together drinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Can’t drink?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bullshit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, he’d passed through Qin Island; the two of them had stood on crates and downed a full dozen Blue Ribbon 1844s—back then, Song Yang had merely loosened his belt, not even blushing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop blabbing. Either get down here fast, or I’m coming up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grinned, openly threatening him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, I’ll drink with you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Xiaopeng, who had just criticized Chen Yansen twice, felt guilty and decided he owed him something—he was the first to respond, smiling broadly as he hurried over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it! Can’t sleep anyway, and it’s so damn hot—no fan in the dorm? This is brutal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe cursed as he got out of bed, grabbed a beer, and tilted his head back to gulp down a huge mouthful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen laid his suitcase down, dumped all the snacks out in a heap, filling the space completely—worth at least two or three hundred yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Homie’s generous! Save me a chicken leg!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhengqiang flipped off the bed in a flash, dragged over a chair, and praised Chen Yansen, then turned to the remaining two: “BoBo, YangYang, you two are the last ones.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Xibo and Song Yang exchanged a glance, then stopped hesitating, thanked him, and joined the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother Sen, you must have made a fortune running campus card proxy sales, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Xibo raised his beer, clinked it lightly against Chen Yansen’s, then cautiously asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether in speech or dress, Chen Yansen seemed far more mature than the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that a 800,000-yuan Mercedes, his 184-centimeter tall frame—and in their eyes, Chen Yansen carried an aura of seniority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief hesitation, Meng Xibo followed Zhu Xiaopeng’s lead and called him “Brother Sen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not much—just a little hustle money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen brushed it off casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew revealing he made 150,000 yuan a day would shock them too hard—each of them got only five or six hundred yuan a month for living expenses, at most two thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, I heard from fellow townspeople that you give them fifty yuan commission per card.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Xibo didn’t believe it—he’d already learned the commission rates through the hometown association.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to sell campus cards? Sure, no problem. Come find me at the telecom promotion site tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen caught the hidden meaning in Meng Xibo’s words and cut straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, Brother Sen—I’ll treat you to dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Xibo froze slightly—he hadn’t expected Chen Yansen to agree so readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reason he didn’t buy cards from upperclassmen? Simple—he didn’t want to pay the middleman markup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, can I join too?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Zhu Xiaopeng’s eyes lit up with interest; he smiled eagerly and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at them—all except Song Yang, the hidden rich kid, showed signs of interest; some stepped forward boldly, others held back out of pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, I just wanted to catch up with old classmates, and now he’s turned this into a recruitment fair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a moment’s thought, he said: “Anyone who wants to sell campus cards, come find me at the telecom site tomorrow. Let’s drop this topic—tell us about Qiang’s love life—did you finally lose your virginity?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk tsk tsk, your minds are filthy—I meant I couldn’t resist the pressure and gave up my first kiss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhengqiang took a sip of beer and grinned mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft—you’re such a bore!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe, who’d been waiting eagerly, felt tricked and immediately complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Anyone who thought dirty—go stand in the corner and reflect!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhengqiang loved this effect—he burst out laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe rolled his eyes, muttered “boring,” then turned to Chen Yansen with curiosity: “You really own a Mercedes E300?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I rented it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the group exchanged glances—they didn’t believe him for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes life’s like that: when you lie, they believe you; when you tell the truth, they refuse to believe it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from campus cards and luxury cars, they had plenty to talk about—games, comics, novels, movies, soccer gossip, even Japanese action movie stars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the room filled with a shared, silent laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Chen Yansen woke up groggily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“These animals—snoring, grinding teeth, talking in their sleep—this dorm’s like a chicken coop.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rubbed his eyes, silently grumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, everyone swore they never snored—turns out they’d never heard themselves snore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen got up, picked up his toiletries, and walked into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he returned after brushing his teeth and washing his face, all five were still fast asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen changed into clean, fresh clothes and headed toward the telecom station on Xuelin Road; on the way past the cafeteria, he bought a few breakfasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he approached, he spotted a familiar back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Chen, perfect timing—these two students want to work part-time selling campus cards. Talk to them.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gu Wenwen spotted Chen Yansen and waved him over, then grabbed a breakfast and ate it without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen—Chen Yansen, this is Senior Sister Jiang Ruoxuan from third year—we want to become second-tier telecom agents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng felt awkward, but remembering the critical first two days for card sales, she gathered courage to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Telecom had lured most freshmen with unbeatable plans; she and Jiang Ruoxuan were China Unicom agents, already at a disadvantage due to poor signal—and now even fewer people wanted Unicom cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All day yesterday, they’d sold only a handful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem—twenty cards each, fifty yuan commission per card. Leave your contact info and hand over your student ID—I need to register you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke calmly, following procedure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng froze slightly—she’d expected to beg, even endure mockery before he’d agree; nothing matched her expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t bring it, or won’t give it? Registration is because I don’t take prepaid card fees—if you want to pay upfront, fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her stunned, Chen Yansen smiled lightly and explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No, no—I have my student ID.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng hurried to say, then pulled out her ID and placed it gently before Chen Yansen; Jiang Ruoxuan did the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Brother Chen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After receiving the cards, Jiang Ruoxuan bowed slightly and thanked him with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank her—that’s enough. Second-tier agents were already full; I only made an exception because of Song Yuncheng.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen lied casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her identity was obvious—she was almost certainly the “senior sister” Song Yuncheng had mentioned before: average looks, light makeup, a face full of pleading charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jiang Ruoxuan, hearing this, turned and thanked Song Yuncheng repeatedly—whether true or not, she had to show a gracious attitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen saw she was sensible, so he said no more, waved his hand, and signaled her to go earn money for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How are you going to thank me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Jiang Ruoxuan walked away, Chen Yansen turned to Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I can treat you to dinner.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng thought long and hard, bit her lip, then spoke—as if inviting him to dinner was an unbearable burden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dinner’s out. Just kiss me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grinned brightly, eyes half-lidded, teasingly watching Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“???”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng thought she’d misheard—until she saw Chen Yansen’s smug, carefree smirk, and realized she hadn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Palm or back of hand—pick one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen paused, then added, extending his smooth, slender right hand before her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Oh thank god—it’s just a kiss on the hand—I was terrified!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng exhaled in relief, then snapped back to reality—kissing his hand was still unacceptable!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shook her head furiously inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not willing? Then give back the cards.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her frozen, Chen Yansen’s face darkened and threatened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, I’m your senior sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng looked around at the passing students, parents, and teachers, bent slightly, eyes misty, pleading pitifully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she sold forty cards, her semester’s living expenses were secured—but Chen Yansen’s demand was too much; she simply couldn’t do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen saw her eyes reddening, on the verge of tears, and ultimately couldn’t hold his ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his lips into a faint smile: “Senior, I was just joking—don’t tell me you took it seriously?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng’s furrowed brows froze suddenly; her lips parted, but the words stuck in her throat, leaving only one thought in her mind:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy is such a jerk!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1441,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b7780ec1ddacc6c925180f71bfa40873a041453da4f1a16715ce50f1dac8cc84","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-33","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-31",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]