[{"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-340":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},2264553,4419,"Chapter 340: 500 Million for 200 Billion? No Way to Lose! Lost 600 Bikes?","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-340",340,"\u003Cp>Zhuxianzhuang Technology Park, dusk settled heavily, autumn fading into stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao Chaorong sat in the lounge of Orange Tech’s headquarters building, gazing at Chen Yansen, a faint trace of impatience and irritation flickering in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After returning home, he leveraged Tencent’s summer startup camp to connect with Zhang Xiaolong, the father of WeChat, and through Zhang’s network, successfully met Ma Wenteng, one of BAT’s three giants.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Little Ma had no interest in his Red Skirt project.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What crushed him most was that Chen Yansen, the business genius, shared the same attitude as Ma Wenteng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He only wanted Mao to work for him, with zero intention of investing in Red Skirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Zong, please give me one chance—I guarantee I’ll raise Red Skirt’s valuation tenfold within three years.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a ten-second pause, Mao Chaorong spoke with conviction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s your projected valuation for Red Skirt in three years?” Chen Yansen shrugged, asking casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One billion U.S. dollars.” Mao gritted his teeth and bluffed boldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you understand WeChat 4.0? Moments’ photo-sharing function is identical to Instagram’s, but paired with a far more efficient real-time interaction model—how can Red Skirt survive? Will Tencent allow such software to grow?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s three questions struck straight at Mao Chaorong’s core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One billion U.S. dollars?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just hot air!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remember, Facebook’s acquisition offer for Instagram earlier this year was only one billion U.S. dollars—but from Spotify’s CEO, he learned the actual price was just 710 million U.S. dollars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Red Skirt currently has nothing but a business plan—empty words—and expects to become a unicorn in three years?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure fantasy!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao Chaorong probably said the same thing to Ma Wenteng—no wonder Little Ma turned him down; he likely thought Mao too reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Zong, domestic e-commerce is growing at breakneck speed, new brands emerging like mushrooms after rain—they need a content discovery platform. Red Skirt’s target audience will be young women, and I already have a mature monetization strategy…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rendered speechless by the questions, Mao paused, reorganized his thoughts, and replied earnestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you’d give up command of an aircraft carrier to row your own little wooden boat?” Chen Yansen waved him off, interrupting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then added: “Do you think Zhang Xiaolong could have built WeChat without joining Tencent? My valuation for Mimo won’t be lower than Orange Tech or Pinbei Mall. Decide whether you want to be the head or the tail.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, Chen Yansen slowly stood up and delivered his final words to Mao Chaorong: “When Ma Liyun invited Zhang Yong to join Alibaba, he gave him only thirty minutes to decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Excellent talent is everywhere—but can someone who fails to fulfill their potential still be called talent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smart people know how to seize the moment!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Mao Chaorong can’t grasp this, he’s unfit to lead Mimo’s North American operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Mao panicked and jumped up to follow: “Chen Zong, I want to give it a try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I grow Mimo’s user base to ten million, will you invest in Red Skirt?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Chen Yansen stopped and sized Mao up—unexpectedly, the man was proposing a bet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he knew clearly: once Mimo’s user base hit tens or even hundreds of millions, Mao would forget Red Skirt entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like Liao Wei—he held only a small stake in Yunsu, yet it was worth over two billion Huayuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll give you six months. If you impress me, I’ll fully support your startup.” Chen Yansen said firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Implicitly: Mao Chaorong was replaceable—if he failed to meet standards, he wouldn’t even keep his Mimo manager position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao understood the subtext, let out a dry laugh, and immediately nodded: “No problem.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Ma Wenteng, Chen Yansen at least offered hope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a dinner tonight—come with me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao’s attitude shifted instantly; after a two-second hesitation, he hurried forward, opened the rear door of the car for Chen, then sat obediently in the front passenger seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Li, to Sky Garden.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen instructed, a faint smile on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Mao Chaorong’s resume and project experience weren’t a perfect match for the Mimo role, he was the tallest among dwarfs—use him for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We can always replace him later!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Panda-colored Rolls-Royce Ghost sped out of the tech park, heading toward the city center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After accepting Chen Yansen’s offer, Mao instantly felt a heavy burden lift off his shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being chosen by Chen Yansen was another form of “successful entrepreneurship”—within minutes, he saw it clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, cling to Sunlink Capital’s coattails; if he pleased Chen Yansen, future promotions, raises, or even leaving to start his own venture would all become far easier to finance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bigger the platform, the more resources and opportunities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way, Mao wrestled with himself for a long while, looking like he wanted to speak but didn’t know how to start.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you have something to say, just say it—don’t hold back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at him and spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Boss, Red Skirt has another partner—she’s my friend. She quit her job to return home with me for this startup. Could you help me introduce her to a few investment firm managers?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, Qu Fang was the driving force behind Red Skirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though their relationship had soured over personal matters, he still deeply appreciated her support.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In six months, Instagram clones might already be sprouting everywhere in China—better to give the chance to Qu Fang than let others profit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Chen Yansen agreed readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does Red Skirt have commercial value?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course it does!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, its prototype, Instagram, sold for 700 million U.S. dollars with just forty million users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, with sufficient funding and traffic, Red Skirt could easily become a trillion-dollar internet company three to five years ahead of schedule.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, the car stopped at the entrance of Sky Garden.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen led Mao Chaorong into the elevator, heading for the penthouse suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The banquet ended only at ten-thirty at night; Mao saw Chen onto his car, then turned back to the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slightly drunk, he lay sideways on the bed and pulled out his phone to call Qu Fang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dial… dial… dial…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Mao thought she wouldn’t answer, a soft “beep” came through the receiver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?” Qu Fang asked directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I accepted the offer from Today Tech—I’m flying to Los Angeles in three days.” Mao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not starting a company anymore?” Qu Fang asked, surprised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For people like us with no connections, fundraising is too hard—I’ve given up. By the way, I mentioned Red Skirt to Chen Yansen—he’s willing to invest. You take it over. Let this fulfill our shared dream.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao looked out at the glittering neon lights, took a deep breath, and spoke with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to ordinary people, he and Qu Fang were exceptional—one a top graduate of Beijing Foreign Studies University, the other a small-town problem-solver from Shanghai Jiao Tong University, both with foreign corporate and overseas study experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in Chen Yansen and Ma Wenteng’s eyes, they were still insignificant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You traded your job offer for funding?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Fang fell silent, then pressed further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Today Tech may not match Orange Tech or Pinbei Mall, but it’s backed by Sunlink Capital, and the position, title, and compensation are excellent.” Mao didn’t answer directly. “Thank you.” Qu Fang hesitated briefly, then nodded in agreement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, she had poured immense effort into Red Skirt’s business plan;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, she urgently needed a job to cover daily expenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s leave it there. Don’t call me ‘damn it’ again—it doesn’t suit your character.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mao chuckled teasingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Fang smiled knowingly and hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, November 27.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Orange Pad 1 and MagicBook debuted at Orange Smart Life Stores, adding offline sales channels and boosting sales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the same day, Mao Chaorong returned to Zhuxianzhuang Technology Park for the second time, signing his employment contract and stock option agreement as General Manager of Mimo’s North American Division, reporting directly to Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Liang Bo, let me introduce you—this is Mao Chaorong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen called over Liang Bo and pointed to Mao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Manager Mao, nice to meet you,” Liang Bo smiled and extended his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d already anticipated Chen Yansen’s decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Manager Liang, pleasure. I’ll need your support to open up the North American market—thank you.” Mao responded immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two chat. By early December, I want Mimo on the real-time download charts of iOS and Android app stores.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen interjected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>North America’s short-video industry was still a blue ocean; Vine’s six-second format saved bandwidth and eased market expansion, but six seconds was too short, severely diminishing user experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mimo’s video limit was fifteen seconds, with algorithmic recommendations as its core, delivering personalized content to users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In recommendation engine technology, Today Tech and ByteDance had accumulated vast experience and technical depth through Today Headlines, Lingxi Browser, and Lingxi Search—no worse than Amazon or Netflix, even far superior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Bo pulled Mao aside, turning to tour Today Tech’s office area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen opened his computer and launched his work email.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liao Wei sent an email: besides SF Express, Guotong, TianTian, and Best Express, smaller third-tier couriers like Ya Feng, Jia Ji, Long Bang, Ru Feng Da, and Xingchen had also joined Yunsu Express Alliance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today, Yunsu Express stations spanned the entire East China region, totaling 1,200 locations; the remaining towns were either too sparsely populated or too vast to justify costs, so Liao Wei had temporarily shelved expansion there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After two months of trial and refinement, Yunsu Express stations had clearly identified their business and profit model.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, Liao Wei requested permission to accelerate expansion, replicating the model in North China, Northeast China, South China, and Central China.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Break it into phases, take it step by step—divide the population, consumption potential, and coverage area of the towns and villages into three tiers, and start with the first tier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen replied in the email.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After defeating Santi and Yida, Yunsu had clearly become the leader of the private express delivery industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With daily pickup volumes reaching 12 million packages, handling fifty to sixty percent of the nation’s delivery volume, and bolstered by its e-receipt technology and Yunsu delivery locker network, Yunsu had firmly cemented its position as the industry’s top player.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SF Express was strong in time-sensitive delivery, but its daily volume was only 2.6 million packages, accounting for just one-fifth of Yunsu’s market share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more members joined the Yunsu Express Alliance, the more dependent those courier companies became on Yunsu service stations and Yunsu delivery lockers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen knew full well that the authorities would never allow Yunsu Express to form a monopoly, since this was a livelihood industry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was also the main reason Yunsu had gone quiet after absorbing Santi and Yida.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Take the biggest slice of the cake—you don’t want to choke on eating it all alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At three in the afternoon, the front desk called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bring her to my office,\" Chen Yansen said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing her name, he became even more certain that Mao Chaorong and Qu Fang were the founders of Xiaohongqun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for why it was now called Xiaohongshu, it was easy to understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A product’s name often changes due to its development stage, funding, acquisitions, or other external factors—it’s perfectly normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, iQiyi was originally called \"Qiyi,\" Baidu Music was once \"Qianqian Jingting,\" Renren was formerly \"Xiaonai,\" and Taobao was initially called \"Taobao Mall\"—such cases were countless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three minutes later, a soft \"tap-tap-tap\" came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come in!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Under the front desk girl’s guidance, Qu Fang pushed the door open and walked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Mr. Chen, hello. I’m Qu Fang. Here’s my resume and my business plan for Xiaohongqun.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qu Fang introduced herself, then handed over a thick stack of documents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The name Xiaohongqun won’t work—it sounds like it targets only female users, and 'Red Skirt' gives the impression of a niche shopping app. Change it to Xiaohongshu—Rednote—simple, clear, and better for market promotion.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen leaned back, waiting for Qu Fang to sit down before speaking calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Xiaohongshu? That does sound catchier. Thank you, Boss Chen, for your guidance,\" Qu Fang replied gracefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s gaze swept over Qu Fang—she wasn’t particularly beautiful, but her demeanor was calm, and her eyes radiated sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat upright, back straight, hands naturally folded on her knees, every gesture exuding professional competence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her first impression on him was even slightly better than Mao Chaorong’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have two choices: twenty percent equity for two million, or ninety-five percent equity for fifty million, with the remaining five percent distributed over three years,\" Chen Yansen said succinctly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I choose fifty million,\" Qu Fang smiled confidently, choosing the latter without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The more money you take, the more traffic and resources come with it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, it’s better to cling to the thickest leg than to be diluted round after round.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re smarter and more decisive than Mao Chaorong,\" Chen Yansen smiled faintly, showing approval.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Boss Chen, you flatter me—I just want to become one of your own at Senlian Capital,\" Qu Fang replied with a nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then welcome, Boss Qu, to Senlian Capital,\" Chen Yansen said, extending his right hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Boss Chen,\" Qu Fang immediately stood up, shook his hand, and responded respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiaohongshu held multiple strategic values for Senlian Capital: first, it enabled a closed loop of content seeding and consumption conversion; second, it enhanced the overall brand image of Orange Tech and aided brand upgrading; third, it provided precise traffic for the group’s products.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, Qu Fang’s business plan for Xiaohongshu was still at the idea stage—entering now was like picking up money off the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to what he knew, Xiaohongshu’s market cap would eventually exceed 200 billion, surpassing Mihoyo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fifty million for two hundred billion? No matter how you calculated it, it was a steal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After chatting with Qu Fang for a few minutes, Chen Yansen picked up his phone and called Gao Weilin: \"Old Gao, come over.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Boss,\" Gao Weilin understood—his boss had another task for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ofo had deployed its second batch of shared bikes in Hangcheng, bringing the total to over ten thousand, with daily revenue reaching 30,000 Huayuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cheng Wei’s expansion pace was no slower—he installed smart locks on both first- and second-generation DiDi bikes and increased deployment to 15,000 units.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, a total of 15,600 bikes had been deployed across both batches, with over six hundred now missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2412,"2026-06-19T19:17:19.606Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","0b1d7d62c43811be6f16792d8a9e2bbdab5ccba013f9f2f0ad6b9cb69417484c","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-341","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-339",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]