[{"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-341":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},2264554,4419,"Chapter 341: Asia Sent a Fat Lamb—Cut for $200 Million","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-341",341,"\u003Cp>After finishing communication with Qu Fang, Gao Wei left a set of keys on the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen lifted his head but said nothing; he knew these were the keys to the villa near Sanjiaozhou Park.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This should be the seventh house he had ever bought in his life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Room 0418, he had no intention of canceling the lease—it was only 400 yuan a month, and occasionally returning allowed him to relive the past with Meng Jie or Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All five villas in Lucheng were under renovation; they would move there once the Orange Tech headquarters was completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The original plan was to buy three, but after a moment’s thought, Chen Yansen told Gao Linwei to buy two more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three weren’t nearly enough!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After handling the Xiaohongshu matter, Chen Yansen opened Cadence Spectre and resumed his unfinished work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wu Shengyu and Mike Keller were leading their teams in round-the-clock development of the Tiangong T100 chip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He certainly wouldn’t sit idle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Otherwise, with only the chip department’s small team, it would take half a year just to get Tiangong T100 online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time slipped away second by second; nightfall soon painted the glass with speckles of starlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After wrapping up the new product launch, Wang Teng took his intellectual property team, legal, and finance staff to Britain to negotiate an architecture licensing agreement with ARM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ARM’s price was exorbitant: a one-time licensing fee of $200 million, plus a 3% royalty on chip shipments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before departing, Wang Teng had studied ARM’s past licensing rates, which typically ranged from $30 million to $80 million in “slot fees,” plus 1% royalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For major clients like Apple, Qualcomm, Broadcom, and MediaTek, ARM would even reduce the royalty to 0.5%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, ARM had no qualms about treating Orange Tech as a fat lamb from Asia to be slaughtered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a full day of talks, ARM would only lower the royalty to 2%, keeping the one-time fee at $200 million.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buzzzz—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the phone on the desk rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen picked it up without thinking and pressed answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, it’s complicated—ARM is holding firm at $200 million, and they still want 2% royalty.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Teng stood in the hallway of ARM’s headquarters, face dark with rage; he was seething—these bastards were treating him like a fool to be fleeced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in ARM’s executives’ eyes, Orange Tech was valued at over $20 billion, and Chen Yansen, as head of Senlian Capital, had a net worth of over $50 billion—was $200 million really excessive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Orange Tech wanted to go the in-house chip route, wasn’t paying some tuition fee reasonable?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These British bastards had no problem fleecing Apple, Qualcomm, and Broadcom—why should they spare Orange Tech?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>More than a decade later, Huawei paid $1 billion to secure permanent licensing of the ARMv9 architecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thus, for Orange Tech’s market scale, $100 million plus 1% royalty would be reasonable—but $200 million plus 2% was outright greedy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can’t reach an agreement?” Chen Yansen asked calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They won’t budge on the one-time fee. The royalty might drop another 0.5%,” Wang Teng replied honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ARM in the chip field was like a developer providing raw housing—its instruction set architecture was like a toolkit; only after obtaining the license could one design processors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For example, Huawei’s HiSilicon K3V2 processor was a heavily modified version of the ARM Cortex-A9 architecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Apple and Qualcomm were no different—every chip had to pay ARM a “toll.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because ARM’s RISC patent offered higher compilation efficiency, granting processors lower power consumption and energy savings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ARM had spent over twenty years, with thousands of engineers, building its technical moat through massive code and patents—it wasn’t easily breached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was precisely why ARM dared to demand so much!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I understand. Come back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, are we not buying the architecture license?” Wang Teng blinked in surprise, immediately asking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew full well how critical ARM’s RISC architecture patents were to Tiangong T100 and Orange Tech’s future.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Getting fleeced by ARM was one cut; getting fleeced by Qualcomm or MediaTek was two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Qualcomm and MediaTek paid ARM royalties, and those costs were naturally passed on to customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re not buying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although in 2012 ARM held over 2,700 instruction set and microarchitecture patents, as long as they avoided Thumb instruction set, multi-core scheduling, and conditional execution, Orange Tech could still forge a new CPU architecture from scratch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that in the future, ARM would even shift its royalty target from chips to end devices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single chip cost between $5 and $40, while a smartphone retailed for over $150.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In other words, ARM had raised its royalty by several times—even tenfold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a result, Apple had to launch Apple Silicon; domestic firms accelerated development of the free, open-source RISC-V architecture; European and American nations launched “chip laws,” pooling billions to develop their own instruction set patents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no choice—ARM had always been ruthless in fleecing customers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then what about Tiangong T100?” Wang Teng assumed his boss was just venting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll handle it,” Chen Yansen declared firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he couldn’t even solve a CPU architecture problem, what was the point of his rebirth? What was the point of his system?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had originally planned to enter the semiconductor industry gradually through chip design—but ARM was determined to cut him down, and Chen Yansen wouldn’t tolerate it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine—he’d activate the [Planck Clock] talent for two seconds daily. He refused to believe that if Apple’s R&D team could solve this, Orange Tech couldn’t!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If ARM wanted to die, he’d oblige it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen immediately decided: once developed, he’d license the new architecture at low cost to crush ARM into bankruptcy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Wang Teng realized his boss wasn’t joking—he took a deep breath and said, “Boss, I know what to do.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a meeting room at ARM’s headquarters, five or six business negotiators whispered among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Warren, your price is too high—Orange Tech will likely refuse,” said a bald middle-aged man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Victor, you don’t understand this phone maker’s position in Asia—reports say Orange Phone shipped 40 million units globally in 2012. Do you know what that means?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another man, of average build in a black suit, smiled and countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I get your point, but there must be a reasonable baseline—your price is clearly inflated,” Victor shrugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No no no! Asians are richer than you think—MediaTek paid $160 million. How can a billionaire worth $50 billion not afford $200 million?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warren waved his hand dismissively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Victor smiled and shook his head, about to speak, when he heard movement outside—he fell silent instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Creeeak!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meeting room door slowly opened. Wang Teng stood outside, eyes bright, a faint beam of light shining from behind him into the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On either side of him stood six accompanying staff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Warren, Mr. Victor, due to your company’s utterly unreasonable offer, our side has decided to terminate negotiations,” Wang Teng straightened his posture and announced loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s truly a pity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warren spread his hands, feigning indifference, interpreting Wang Teng’s move as a negotiation tactic—pretending to walk away to force a better offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his view, Wang Teng would surrender within two days and sign the licensing contract. He’d seen this exact tactic countless times with Qualcomm, Apple, and MediaTek reps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t try to fool me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warren muttered inwardly, then stood to escort Wang Teng and his team out of ARM’s headquarters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Victor, want to bet? I bet they’ll be back within a day,” Warren said confidently to his colleague.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Judging by his expression leaving, I’d say it’ll take a day just to spread the news—I bet two days,” Victor replied with full confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In 2012, ARM held a pivotal position in global chip design and manufacturing—that was their confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Warren and Victor never expected that for two straight days, they received no call from Orange Tech.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they checked the hotel where Orange Tech stayed, they learned the team had left Cambridge a full day earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stared at each other, utterly baffled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hung up the phone and began studying complex instruction sets, then RISC, EPIC, moving from x86 to PA-RISC, PowerPC, MIPS, and SPARC, aiming to design a completely new CPU architecture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First gather data, then integrate and restructure, finally activate the [Planck Clock] talent to select the optimal technical solution from tens of thousands of possibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had to offer higher compilation efficiency and lower power consumption.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By eight p.m., he staggered out of his office, exhausted, eyelids heavy, on the verge of falling asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, what’s wrong?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the lobby downstairs, Ye Qiuping was about to leave when she saw Chen Yansen approaching, pale-faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. Just need to sleep it off,” Chen Yansen mumbled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to leave, preparing to drive away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping’s heart softened—she couldn’t bear to see him like this. Without thinking, she raised her hand and felt his forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, no fever,” she sighed in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, ignoring his objections, she pushed him into her car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Driver Xiao Li, seeing this, silently got into the driver’s seat and drove smoothly toward Ye Qiuping’s neighborhood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen leaned against Ye Qiuping’s shoulder, inhaling her milky scent, closing his eyes slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he looked worn out now, if he wished, he could unleash a force of tens of thousands of kilograms with a single wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, Chen Yansen lay on Ye Qiuping’s bed, watching the woman bustle about, a faint smile on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can I make you a few small dishes? And cook you a bowl of sweet soup?” Ye Qiuping asked tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whatever’s fine—I trust your skills,” Chen Yansen said, licking his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping caught this detail instantly and turned to pour him water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike the innocence of Meng Jie and Song Yuncheng, Ye Qiuping was like a ripe peach, radiating fragrance all over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She excelled in life skills: not only could she cook, but she could wash Chen Zong’s socks and underwear without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After some time, Chen Yansen drifted back to consciousness, hearing Ye Qiuping calling his name; he slowly opened his eyes to see a bowl of red sugar fermented glutinous rice in her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want me to feed you?” Ye Qiuping asked with a soft smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen opened his mouth—his intent was obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping scooped up a spoonful of sweet soup and placed it gently into Chen Yansen’s mouth, as if caring for a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In no time, Chen Yansen finished the entire bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he reached the living room, he found Ye Qiuping had already prepared four dishes and one soup—all simple home-style meals, yet beautifully plated and fragrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Chen Yansen sat down, Ye Qiuping handed him chopsticks and a bowl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A gift for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before eating, Chen Yansen pulled a key from his pocket and dropped it into Ye Qiuping’s lap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The key to your place?” Ye Qiuping clutched the key, a hint of joy blooming in her eyes like a blooming peach blossom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sort of—the apartment is in Luzhou, still under renovation,” Chen Yansen replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How many did you buy?” Ye Qiuping quietly slipped the key into her pocket, then asked suddenly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One,” Chen Yansen said seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t ask—ask and you’ll get the same answer: one. Anyone asking gets the same reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks,” Ye Qiuping didn’t believe him, but didn’t press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sometimes, leaving things unspoken was best—for three, four, or even five people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need to thank me—it’s just a key,” Chen Yansen teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The implication: Ye Qiuping had the right to live there, but not ownership.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you have to be so clear? Can’t you let me be happy for a few seconds?” Ye Qiuping rolled her eyes, pouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When have I ever not made you happy for two hours?” Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow, smirking at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then eat faster,” Ye Qiuping said abruptly, as if lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen chuckled silently—he was just mentally drained, not physically weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, the overhead light suddenly seemed softer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next dawn, the sky was just beginning to lighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rose from bed feeling refreshed; outside the window, everything was white, a fine layer of snow dusting the balcony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>December hadn’t arrived yet, but Xucheng had already seen its first snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold wind howled past, leaving behind a low, rumbling roar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For him, the three-second 【Planck Clock】 still felt taxing—even though his physique had surpassed 47, he could barely maintain mental clarity and sufficient stamina after disabling his talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He already had a general direction for the instruction set design; all that remained was to proceed step by step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 9 a.m., Chen Yansen returned to the company by car, finished his work emails, then, building on the RISC instruction set’s principles, completely discarded ARM’s fixed-length instructions, general-purpose registers, and conditional execution rules, replacing conditional execution with delay slot technology.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clock Limited Technology? Chang Wei?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On November 28, Cheng Wei first learned of Chang Wei’s existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>DiDi Bikes now had a new rival!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2181,"2026-06-19T19:17:19.606Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","394df36e61fb46adb31e37088bc9c2c5a410e58f859149a2adc0df84f26ef442","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-342","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-340",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]