[{"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-350":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},2264563,4419,"Chapter 350: Liang Changlin","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-350",350,"\u003Cp>For Liang Changlin of Dingdong Community, December 21st was truly the end of the world; after four months of direct confrontation with KuaiPao Takeout, he had expanded his business to the entire Shanghai city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the outcome was nothing like he had imagined—Dingdong Community never became a small yet beautiful O2O software.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Meituan, Dazhong Dianping, and Lashou entered the local life services market, Dingdong Community’s survival space vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, over a hundred days of hard work had turned to dust; 99% of service stations had shut down, leaving only one Jin Qiao station, and the 100 million Huayuan investment had been nearly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to Liang Changlin’s plan, he would first perfect the business model in Shanghai, then head straight to Yan Cheng, where he’d heard the Tiantongyuan neighborhood alone housed hundreds of thousands—immense market potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet he hadn’t even stepped beyond Shanghai’s borders!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s the point of going to Yan Cheng at all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After inspecting the Jin Qiao service station, Liang Changlin didn’t rush into the car; instead, he stared gloomily across the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dozens of mature commercial residential complexes nearby housed thirty to forty thousand people; logically, Dingdong Community’s services should perfectly meet their basic needs and hold tremendous commercial value.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reality slapped him hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with identical pricing and service quality, users still prioritized KuaiPao, Meituan, and Dazhong Dianping.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, it’s windy outside,” the assistant muttered, pulling his collar up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go to Xu City,” Liang Changlin stood still for a moment, then ordered the assistant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xu City?” The assistant froze, trying to decipher his boss’s true intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I need to learn from my hometown buddy,” Liang Changlin sighed, forced to admit: though older, his business achievements paled next to Chen Yan’s—like a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The assistant suddenly understood and sprinted to open the car door for his boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Changlin was a retired soldier, decisive by nature; as soon as he got in the car, he called the chairman of the Hui’an Chamber of Commerce and obtained Chen Yan’s personal contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, Chen Yan was still nominally a director of the Hui’an Chamber of Commerce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After jotting down the number, Liang Changlin dialed immediately; the phone emitted a steady “beep… beep… beep…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan sat in his office, glancing out the window; half an hour remained until quitting time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie invited him to see “The Great Shanghai,” Song Yuncheng invited him to see “Lost in Thailand,” and Ye Qiuping had secretly slipped him two tickets to “12 Zodiacs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zong is too lazy to choose and rejects them all!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s so great about movies?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zong only watches real-life blockbusters; lately, he’d bought over a dozen cosplay outfits—Song Yuncheng and Ye Qiuping’s figures could wear them perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Meng Jie, tiny little thing—no need to mention her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vrrr—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, his desk phone vibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan’s will shifted; the phone flew automatically into his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unknown number?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shanghai area code?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan didn’t hesitate—tapped the answer button.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Chen, sorry for the sudden call—I’m Liang Changlin from One Hundred Meter Tech. I’d like to schedule a time to visit you in person.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as the call connected, Liang Changlin spoke with utmost respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dingdong Community?” Chen Yan replied, tone questioning but certain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Changlin’s heart sank—he instantly realized Chen Yan had known about him all along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So KuaiPao’s entry into local life services wasn’t accidental.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never expected Mr. Chen’s business to be so vast that you’d even notice a tiny Dingdong Community,” Liang Changlin smiled bitterly, heart aching—he knew he’d lost fairly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Liang, don’t misunderstand! Whether or not Dingdong Community existed, KuaiPao would still have added home services—cleaning, nannies, tutors, appliance repair—to its offerings.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan leaned back in his plush chair, smiling lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What level was Dingdong Community?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did it even warrant my deliberate attention?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Chen, to be honest, Dingdong Community is finished. I’d like to meet you face-to-face to learn from your business experience.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Changlin’s posture was extremely humble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though twenty years older than Chen Yan, he dared not act like a senior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ten a.m. tomorrow, Zhu Xianzhuang Tech Park.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan didn’t refuse—he agreed readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Mr. Chen. See you tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Changlin waited until Chen Yan replied “Mm,” then slowly hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Turn around—go to Baibai Mall. I need to prepare a gift for Mr. Chen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Changlin told the driver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to be overly polite; though they were hometown buddies and both directors of the Hui’an Chamber of Commerce,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he knew Chen Yan had never attended a single chamber event—just getting him to agree to meet was enough; he dared not expect more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan smiled faintly after hanging up, then shook his head—Liang Changlin coming to him was unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Learn business from me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan couldn’t help but chuckle; he and Liang Changlin were old acquaintances—in his past life, both were Hui’an entrepreneurs starting businesses in Shanghai, and they’d even exchanged ideas privately. The only constant? Old Liang always did worse than him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feiyu Tech’s market cap was over eight billion; Liang Changlin’s Dingdong Grocery was barely three billion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The business model was solid—but too many competitors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meituan Flash Sales, JD Instant, Ele.me, Douyin Xiaoshi Da—all backed by internet giants—gradually ate away Dingdong Grocery’s market share.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan agreed to meet Liang Changlin not to inspire him or help him launch Dingdong Grocery two years early, but to invite him to join KuaiPao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>KuaiPao and YunSu Express had already jointly deployed over 3,400 pre-warehouses nationwide; adding fresh produce to their existing electronics and home goods would completely block Liang Changlin’s escape route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan wanted to turn “pre-warehouses” into “pre-stores,” covering all categories, competing directly with big supermarkets, fully unlocking KuaiPao riders’ delivery potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If he followed Dingdong Grocery’s model—only food, plus dozens of sorters and delivery staff, plus spoilage rates—who knew when he’d ever turn a profit?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The harder the business, the more you need scale advantage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come to Sanjiaozhou tonight—I bought your favorite native chicken. Cook it for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan sent a message to Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d just tossed two thumbtacks on his desk—heads for Ye Qiuping, tails for Meng Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No choice—it was fate’s decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the same moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng, reading the message, grinned triumphantly—today was the “end of the world,” yet Chen Yan had chosen only her to come home—perhaps she was his favorite after all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thick night fell; a half-moon rose high, casting cold, pale light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around six p.m., the two drove out of the tech park, one behind the other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping stood by the window, watching the Aston Martin Rapide speed away, shoulders slumping as she sighed: What’s the taste of unripe fruit? Am I not more alluring than her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Shi Fu bit her lip, a spark of defiance flashing in her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! I need to go back and study.” Ye Qiuping snorted, planning to find ten more educational videos at home—learn more positions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twenty minutes later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan pushed open the villa’s door; the underfloor heating had pre-warmed the room—six or seven degrees outside, inside like spring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“All the food’s in the fridge—get to work.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan shoved the apron into Song Yuncheng’s hands as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Stingy, it’s the end of the world—still making you cook?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng took the apron, muttering under her breath, but tied it on swiftly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you believe in these stupid prophecies, just hand me your resignation letter now—I don’t want such a foolish subordinate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan raised an eyebrow, teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You heard that?” Song Yuncheng froze—damn, this guy’s ears were sharper than a dog’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My hearing’s excellent. Stop whining—go cook!” Chen Yan rolled his eyes, impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had he spoken than Chen Zong slumped onto the sofa and turned on the TV.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Suppose—I mean, suppose—if today were the end of the world, what would you do?” Song Yuncheng asked, turning back before entering the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want!” Chen Yan answered loudly, sincere, no pretense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Song Yuncheng laughed silently—she knew better than to expect anything else from a scoundrel like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have a simple dinner with the girl I like, watch the stars, then watch the moon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan smirked, adding playfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying sweet things costs nothing—makes her happy, and tonight I get to try more roles. Why not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng smiled faintly, then quietly slipped into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan jumped off the sofa, walked to the wardrobe, and pulled out several cosplay outfits—Pikachu, Dragonfly Captain, Jade Gourd Kids, Nezha.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All handcrafted masterpieces, complete with matching “magic artifacts.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to try them all—so hard to choose.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yan pondered, finally picking Pikachu and Nezha, leaving the other two for Ye Shi Fu—she was perfect for Jade Gourd Kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng’s cooking was several levels below Ye Qiuping’s, but still reached home-cooked stir-fry standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, Chen Yan finally moved to the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Excellent, perfect in color, aroma, and taste.\" Chen Yansen picked up his chopsticks, picked up a piece of crispy rice coated in meat juice, put it in his mouth, chewed a few times, then commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm glad you like it.\" Song Yuncheng smiled warmly at Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew her relationship with Chen Yansen was abnormal, yet she couldn’t bring herself to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s mind wasn’t on the food at all; he put down his chopsticks in under twenty minutes, then pulled Song Yuncheng into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, the sun rose as usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half-asleep, he heard Song Yuncheng murmur: \"Good boy, Mama’s here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes and looked at Song Yuncheng with a strange expression: You’re only twenty-one—already want to be a mother?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In two lifetimes, he’d been intimate with nearly eighty women; there had been those who wanted to bear Chen Zong a child, but none as young as Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Chen Yansen felt warmth in his heart, so he went back to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at 9:30 did he leave the villa and drive to the tech park.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Changlin arrived early at Zhuxianzhuang Tech Park.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though it was Saturday, the receptionist was still on duty; after learning his purpose, she led him to the lounge and served him hot tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Changlin sat beside the sofa, curiously scanning the surroundings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1713,"2026-06-19T19:17:19.606Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8325e95bbd965a409c1986eee066df0ef9ec6b6f74056093e830982801443ed5","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-351","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-349",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]