Chapter 350: Liang Changlin's Doomsday! You're Only Twenty-One, and You Want to Be a Mom?

For Liang Changlin of the Dingdong Community, December 21 was indeed the end of the world; in the four months of direct confrontation with KuaiPao Delivery, he had expanded his business scope to cover the entire Hu City.

The outcome, however, did not go as he had hoped: turning Dingdong Community into a small and beautiful O2O software.

After Meituan, Dianping, and Lashou Wang successively entered the local life services sector, Dingdong Community instantly lost its space to survive.

Now, over a hundred days of struggle have turned to bubbles; 99% of the service stations have closed, leaving only the Jin Qiao station, and the one hundred million Hua Yuan provided by investors has been almost entirely spent.

According to Liang Changlin's plan, he would first perfect the business model in Hu City, then head straight for Yanjing; he had heard that in Tiantongyuan there, a single residential compound housed hundreds of thousands of people, with astonishing market potential.

Yet he hadn't even stepped beyond the borders of Hu City!

Forget Yanjing!

After inspecting the Jin Qiao service station, Liang Changlin did not rush to get in the car; instead, he looked anxiously across the road.

There were more than twenty mature commercial residential compounds nearby, home to thirty or forty thousand people; logically, the services offered by Dingdong Community perfectly met their essential daily needs and should have held immense commercial value.

But reality slapped him in the face!

Even with identical fees and service quality, users still prioritized platforms like KuaiPao, Meituan, and Dianping.

"Boss, it's windy outside," the assistant said softly, shivering and pulling his collar up.

"To Xu City," Liang Changlin said, standing still for a moment in a daze before giving the order to the assistant.

"Xu City?" The assistant froze in surprise, trying to decipher the boss's true intention.

"To seek advice from my little fellow townsman," Liang Changlin sighed, forced to admit in his heart: although he was older, his achievements in business, compared to Chen Yansen's, were like those of a child.

The assistant suddenly understood and immediately ran to open the car door for the boss.

Liang Changlin was a retired soldier, always decisive and straightforward in his conduct; as soon as he got in the car, he called the chairman of the Hui'an Chamber of Commerce to obtain Chen Yansen's private contact information.

After all, Chen Yansen was still nominally a director of the Hui'an Chamber of Commerce.

After noting the number, Liang Changlin did not hesitate and dialed it directly; the receiver kept emitting the 'beep... beep... beep...' prompt tone.

On the other end.

Chen Yansen sat in his office, glanced at the sky outside the window; there was still an hour and a half until the end of the workday.

Meng Jie had invited him to see "The Grand Shanghai," Song Yuncheng had invited him to see "Lost in Thailand," and Ye Qiuping had secretly slipped him two tickets for "CZ12."

President Chen was too lazy to choose and rejected them all!

What's so good about movies?

President Chen always only watched real-life blockbusters; recently, he had bought more than ten sets of cosplay costumes, and with Song Yuncheng's and Ye Qiuping's figures, they were perfectly capable of pulling them off.

As for Meng Jie, she was so small, it was better not to mention her.

"Vrrrrr—!"

At that moment, the mobile phone on the table suddenly began to vibrate.

With a mere thought, Chen Yansen caused the phone to fly automatically into his palm.

An unfamiliar number?

A Hu City area code?

Chen Yansen didn't think much of it and tapped the answer button.

"President Chen, sorry to disturb you so abruptly; I am Liang Changlin from One Hundred Meters Technology. I would like to schedule a time to visit you in person."

As soon as the call connected, Liang Changlin greeted him respectfully.

"Dingdong Community?" Chen Yansen asked in return; his tone sounded like a question but carried certainty.

Hearing this, Liang Changlin's heart gave a 'thump,' and he immediately understood that Chen Yansen had long known of his existence.

In that case, KuaiPao's entry into local life services did not seem to be an unintentional move.

"I didn't expect President Chen's business to be so vast that he could even pay attention to the tiny Dingdong Community," Liang Changlin said with a bitter smile, feeling a pang in his heart, convinced that his defeat was no injustice.

"President Liang, do not misunderstand! Actually, whether or not Dingdong Community exists, KuaiPao will include life service categories such as housekeeping, nannies, tutoring, and home appliance repair within its business scope."

Chen Yansen leaned back, resting against his soft executive chair, and explained with a light laugh.

What level is Dingdong Community?

Does it even deserve my deliberate targeting?

"President Chen, to be honest, Dingdong Community can no longer continue; I wish to consult with you face-to-face on business experience."

Liang Changlin's posture was extremely humble.

Although he was twenty years older than Chen Yansen, he dared not put on even a fraction of a senior's airs.

"Tomorrow morning at ten o'clock, Zhuxianzhuang Technology Park."

Chen Yansen did not refuse and readily agreed to the other party's request.

"Thank you, President Chen; then we shall meet tomorrow."

After Liang Changlin finished speaking and waited for Chen Yansen to reply with a single "Hmm," he slowly put down the phone.

"Turn around and go to Parkson; I must prepare a small gift for President Chen."

Liang Changlin said to the driver.

The more gifts, the less offense; although he and Chen Yansen were fellow townspeople and both members of the Hui'an Chamber of Commerce board.

Yet he knew clearly in his heart that the other party had never attended a single chamber activity; agreeing to meet him was already more than enough, and he dared not expect too much.

At the same time.

After hanging up, Chen Yansen smiled lightly and then shook his head; Liang Changlin coming to him on his own initiative was somewhat unexpected.

Learn business from me?

Chen Yansen couldn't help but find it amusing; he and Liang Changlin could be considered 'old friends.' In his previous life, both were Hui'an entrepreneurs starting businesses in Hu City, and they had exchanged words privately. The only thing that hadn't changed was that Old Liang had always fared worse than him.

Feiyu Technology's market capitalization was over eight billion, while Liang Changlin's Dingdong Maicai was merely a paltry three billion.

The business model was good, but there were too many competitors.

Competitors like Meituan Flash Buy, JD Daojia, Ele. me, and Douyin Hour Delivery all had internet giants backing them, so Dingdong Maicai's market share could only be gradually eroded.

Chen Yansen agreed to meet Liang Changlin not to inspire him into founding Dingdong Maicai two years early, but simply to invite him to join KuaiPao.

Currently, KuaiPao and Yunsu Express have jointly deployed over 3,400 forward warehouses across the country; adding fresh produce to their existing digital and home goods categories would cut off Liang Changlin's retreat.

Chen Yansen wanted to turn "forward warehouses" into "forward supermarkets," covering all categories to compete with large supermarkets, thereby fully unleashing the delivery potential of KuaiPao riders.

If they copied Dingdong Maicai and focused solely on food, they would still need to employ massive numbers of sorters and couriers; with the loss rate included, who knows when they would turn a profit.

The harder the business, the more it needs scale advantages.

"Come to Sanjiaozhou tonight; I bought the local chicken you love. Cook it for me."

Chen Yansen sent a text message to Song Yuncheng.

Just now, he had tossed two thumbtacks onto the table, one heads and one tails, to choose between Ye Shi Fu: heads for Meng Jie, tails for Song Yuncheng.

No choice; Heaven decided it!

At the same time.

Upon receiving the text, Song Yuncheng wore a look of secret delight; today was "Doomsday," and Chen Yansen had invited only her to his home, meaning the girl he liked most was perhaps herself.

The night was thick, a half-moon rising high, casting a cold afterglow.

Around six o'clock, the two drove away from the Technology Park, one after the other.

Ye Qiuping stood by the window, watching the Aston Martin Rapide speed away; her shoulders slumped, and she couldn't help but sigh deeply: What flavor does a green fruit have? Am I not more seductive than her?

Ye Shi Fu bit her lip, a spark of unwillingness to lose flashing in her eyes.

"No! I must go back to study." Ye Qiuping snorted coldly, planning to find over a dozen educational films at home to learn more poses.

Twenty minutes later.

Chen Yansen pushed open the villa door; the underfloor heating had been pre-warmed, making the room cozy; outside it was six or seven degrees, yet inside it felt like spring.

"The dishes are in the fridge; go get to work."

As Chen Yansen spoke, he shoved an apron into Song Yuncheng's hands.

"Chen the Skinflint, it's Doomsday, and you still make me cook for you."

Song Yuncheng took the apron, muttering softly under her breath, but her hands didn't dare stop as she quickly tied it on.

"If you believe such nonsense prophecies, put your resignation letter on my desk earlier; I don't want such a stupid subordinate."

Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow, teasing mockingly.

"You can hear that?" Song Yuncheng was slightly stunned, thinking inwardly: Incredible; this guy's ears are sharper than a dog's.

"My ears are very sharp; stop nagging and hurry up and cook!" Chen Yansen rolled his eyes and urged impatiently.

As soon as the words fell, President Chen slanted himself onto the sofa and turned on the television.

"Suppose, I mean suppose, if today were Doomsday, what would you want to do?" Song Yuncheng asked, turning her head before walking into the kitchen.

"Want!" Chen Yansen answered loudly, his tone sincere, without a drop of insincerity.

"..." Song Yuncheng fell silent with a helpless smile; she knew that for a scumbag like Chen Yansen, one shouldn't hold any expectations.

"Want to have a simple dinner with the girl I like, watch the stars, and then watch the moon."

Chen Yansen's lips curled slightly upward, adding with a mischievous smile.

Saying nice words costs nothing; once you coax someone into happiness, you can experience several more roles at night; why not?

After hearing this, Song Yuncheng pressed her lips into a faint smile and obediently slipped into the kitchen.

Chen Yansen jumped off the sofa, walked to the wardrobe behind him, and effortlessly pulled out several cosplay outfits, including Pikachu, Captain Tsubasa, the Calabash Brothers, and Nezha.

All were high-quality custom-made pieces, complete with matching "magical artifacts."

"I want to try them all; it's so hard to choose."

Chen Yansen pondered silently, finally selecting a Pikachu and a Nezha set, leaving the other two for Ye Shi Fu, as she suited the Calabash Brothers best.

Song Yuncheng's cooking skills were several tiers below Ye Qiuping's, but still reached the level of home-style stir-fry.

An hour later, Chen Yansen finally moved to the dining table.

"Not bad; color, aroma, and taste are all perfect." Chen Yuncheng picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of scorched rice coated in meat sauce, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, and then commented.

"I'm glad you like it." Song Yuncheng looked at Chen Yansen with a beaming smile.

She knew her relationship with Chen Yansen was abnormal, yet she couldn't bear to leave.

Chen Yansen's mind wasn't on the food at all; in under twenty minutes he put down his chopsticks, then pulled Song Yuncheng into the bathroom.

The next morning, the sun rose as usual.

In a daze, he heard Song Yuncheng whisper: "Good child, Mommy is here."

Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Song Yuncheng with a strange expression: You're only twenty-one; do you want to be a mother already?

Having lived two lives, the girls who had deeply communicated with him numbered not eighty, but seventy-nine; there were girls who wanted to bear President Chen's children, but one as young as Song Yuncheng was the first.

For a moment, Chen Yansen felt warmth in his heart, so he took another nap.

Not until nine-thirty did he leave the villa and drive to the Technology Park.

Liang Changlin had arrived early at Zhuxianzhuang Technology Park.

Although it was Saturday, someone was still on duty at the front desk; learning his purpose, they led him to the waiting area and served hot tea.

Liang Changlin sat beside the sofa, curiously surveying the surroundings.

(End of this chapter)