[{"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-37":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},2264250,4419,"Chapter 37: You Don","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-37",37,"\u003Cp>Chen Yansen put down his phone and only realized he wasn’t in his dormitory but in a hotel room after seeing Wang Zihao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zihao, wake up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen got out of bed and gave a light kick to Wang Zihao, still asleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! I’m dead tired—can’t you let me sleep a little longer?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao mumbled, eyes half-closed, then buried his head under the covers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your commission has been credited!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen raised his voice and shouted directly into Wang Zihao’s ear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fucking Chen Yansen! What did you say? No no no, Sen-ge, I was just talking nonsense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao jolted upright, completely naked except for a pair of boxers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Come with me to the bank.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t look at him, dropped the line, and turned to walk into the bathroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao’s mind gradually cleared; he scrambled into his clothes, casting a strange glance at Chen Yansen, about to speak—but swallowed the words mid-sentence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last night, drunk, Chen Yansen kept muttering Song Yuncheng’s name—what a beast, my sister’s only fourteen, and he’s already got designs on her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen, brushing his teeth, poked his head out slightly to ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing, I just wanted to ask what you want for breakfast—I’ll go down and buy it, saves time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao hesitated a few seconds, hastily concocted an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hot milk, a grain cake, add two eggs.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t think twice, replied absentmindedly, then resumed washing up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen, I don’t want to be your brother-in-law—I’m just too disgusted by you. Even after Zihan turns eighteen in four years, you two should see less of each other.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao stepped out, silently thinking, his gaze growing firmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stood before the bathroom mirror, studying himself, then let out a self-deprecating laugh: “You’re really afraid of her—even your dreams are her pushing you to marry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This lifetime, I’ll never be fooled again!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not long after, Wang Zihao returned with breakfast; after eating, they drove straight to the city bank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen handed over his bank card and withdrew twenty-three thousand yuan in cash, immediately tossing two stacks to Wang Zihao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge, you gave me two thousand extra.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao held the money, smiling as he reminded him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the start of this deal, Chen Yansen had promised him a five percent commission.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The extra is a bonus. Announce it in the agent group—meeting at 10 a.m. in Cafeteria No. 1, distribute commissions!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen had no patience for chatter, stuffed the cash into the bag, and headed for the Benz.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, without digital payments, handing out cash is such a hassle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, Sen-ge, what are you going to do with that watch you planned to give Zhao Maolin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao feared he’d missed the return window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it, I’ll just wear it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen paused a moment, then casually slipped on the Rolex Explorer, not even glancing at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, he wore Jaeger-LeCoultre or Patek Philippe; Rolex was famous, but it didn’t suit his temperament.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! A sixty-thousand-yuan watch and you call it ‘just okay’?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao sneered, convinced Chen Yansen was the ultimate pretender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The round trip from Virtual City University to the city took an hour; Chen Yansen parked and entered the cafeteria to find nearly fifty second-tier agents already waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In an instant, a sea of people leapt to their feet, all smiling, greeting Chen Yansen enthusiastically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some, though aware he was only a freshman, still called him “senior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this hour, the cafeteria held only a few cafeteria ladies; seeing this, they wondered internally: Who the hell is this guy, so damn imposing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Follow the list—I’ll call names, you step forward.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen waved his hand, walked into the crowd, sat down at a table, and spoke with authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Whoosh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two hundred and ten thousand yuan in cash spilled onto the table like garbage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fuck! So much cash!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge handing out money is so cool—he outshines Chow Yun-Fat!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, obviously Sen-ge is cooler—Chow Yun-Fat doesn’t give us a single cent!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The agents erupted into chatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cafeteria ladies nearby stared, dumbfounded, fixed on the pile of cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Li Hui!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s list was ordered by campus card sales volume; the first name was Li Hui, the former campus-wide top seller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“542 cards, commission 27,100 yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen signaled Wang Zihao to count the money—he knew Li Hui had sold at most a fraction himself; most were sold through his third-tier agents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After deducting his subordinates’ commissions, Li Hui would still pocket at least twelve thousand yuan—a fortune for a 2010 college student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s eyes glowed with envy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Sen-ge. Thank you, Hao-ge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hui took the money, bowed slightly, and thanked repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a third-year student, entering his final year next; this was the most he’d ever earned from campus cards—and his last time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why thank me? You earned it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled faintly, waved his hand, and called the next name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though hundreds of thousands in cash seemed like a lot, after dividing among dozens of agents, the pile was nearly gone in under an hour, leaving only a few scattered bills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gratitude and flattery poured in; several sharp-eyed second-tier agents pulled the two aside, insisting on treating them to dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zihao, chat more with the second-year agents—don’t act aloof. Some of them might be student union department heads, even chairmen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t want to go, so he stopped Wang Zihao and whispered instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Campus card sales would continue next year; second-year agents were next year’s backbone—build bonds with them, and leverage their campus connections to help Wang Zihao join the departmental student union.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao nodded inwardly, then pulled aside several top-performing agents and walked out laughing and chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Song Yuncheng, where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spotted Song Yuncheng in the crowd, her furtive, cowering posture making him smirk; he suddenly called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—I’m going back to the dorm.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng, caught, stopped walking and answered stiffly, her watery eyes filled with fear, dreading Chen Yansen might say something inappropriate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m hungry. Buy me lunch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at her slightly chapped lips and spoke gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d clearly suffered to sell phone cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, is the cafeteria okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng’s lips drooped; her dissatisfaction was obvious—why not take him to a fancy restaurant? Why pick on a broke girl like me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was bullying the honest!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen frowned, looking annoyed—but seeing her pained expression, he nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then hurry up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng grabbed two trays and rushed toward the serving window, her demeanor impatient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What do you want? I’ll pay with my card.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng pointed to the steaming dishes and spoke softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shrimp, pork ribs, beef, stir-fried chicken, two servings of steamed eggs, and a side of bok choy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen patted his stomach and picked only the most expensive items.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Orange, is this your boyfriend? Handsome guy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lady, seeing them approach, hurried over with her ladle; recognizing Chen Yansen as the student who’d just handed out cash, she paused, then smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie Wang, no—he’s not—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng stared at the dishes Chen Yansen ordered—all things she never allowed herself to eat—and her heart twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, hearing Auntie Wang’s question, she hurried to deny it—but froze when trying to explain Chen Yansen’s identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Auntie Wang, Little Orange’s shy—I love meat, give me a big helping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grinned, took over the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, my hand’s steady—no Parkinson’s here.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Auntie Wang laughed heartily, convinced Chen Yansen was Song Yuncheng’s boyfriend, and scooped out double portions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who says the cafeteria lady only shakes? This lady is amazing!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he sat down with his tray, Chen Yansen ordered Song Yuncheng: “Little Orange, peel me a shrimp.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Call me Sister Song!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng gnashed her teeth in fury, glaring at him fiercely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you still want to be campus agent next year?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen squinted, asking casually, his tone thick with threat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it! I have a boyfriend!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng stuck out her neck and growled angrily, just like the first time they met.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t want your boyfriend to find out you kissed me on purpose to get the campus card agent job, do you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t believe her for a second—Jiang Ruo had already sold her out completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never kissed you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng was stunned; she’d never met someone so brazen, lying straight-faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their gazes locked!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One minute later, Song Yuncheng obediently picked up a shrimp and began peeling it roughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled faintly and summoned his system panel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn thing! Give me more!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No sooner had the thought formed than a thin strand of white mist, as thick as a pen refill, shot into his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bone-chilling cold surged through his blood, making every muscle tremble; when the chill vanished completely, a searing heat like the midday sun erupted from his heart and flooded his limbs and bones in an instant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His physique rose from ‘1.17’ to ‘1.38’; the Ember Fuel was once again depleted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, that’s nice—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sighed involuntarily, muttering to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen is truly a pervert!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng, hearing his strange sound, immediately blushed, her eyes glistening, silently judging him in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1547,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","35d70b68816c4e1694e8b9e17a1c14f69c143a1da85d95cf2fdb13f0a544eacd","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-38","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-36",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]