Chapter 372: The North Has Jingdong, the South Has Chen Yansen

In the urban district of Xuzhou City, at the Sky Garden Hotel.

Inside the first-floor lobby stood a dazzling arched photo wall, with crystal chandeliers overhead illuminating the surroundings as bright as day.

"Boss, smile!"

Zhang Tianrui from the Pinbei Activity Group held up a camera and boldly suggested.

Chen Yansen, helpless, forced a smile.

From six to seven, he was used as a background prop by employees of Pinbei, Chengzi Technology, Jinri Technology, and Chengzi Payment, posing for photos with each department one by one.

As the boss, he couldn't very well refuse.

"Click!" The sound of the shutter firing rang out continuously.

"Boss, you look so handsome today." Tian Tian, the administrative receptionist at Chengzi Technology, praised in a soft, gentle voice.

Chen Yansen turned and happened to catch a glimpse of her small hamburger, situated between a peach and a dragon fruit, not very large, but excessively white.

He hadn't deliberately looked; Tian Tian wore a velvet strapless mini-dress, and with his height of one meter eighty-six, looking down from above, it was naturally all on full display.

"So, was I not handsome yesterday?" Chen Yansen asked with a stern face.

"Hehe, the boss is the most handsome every day." Tian Tian pretended to be cute and stuck out her tongue.

Very scheming!

Such girls are clingy; one must absolutely not touch them!

Chen Yansen commented silently.

President Chen raised his hand to check the time, waved, and walked straight into the elevator lobby, with Xiao Li following closely behind.

With a "Ding," the elevator doors slowly opened.

Zhang Yifeng, Chen Xu, Hu Li, Li Hui, and others, all in sharp suits, were chatting outside the banquet hall.

"Brother Sen!" Hu Li and Chen Xu were the first to greet him.

They were the first batch of product operations hired personally by Chen Yansen for Ali Baba, later transferred to category operations, and then entered Pinbei as investment operations managers; they were true veterans of the company.

Usually in the office they called him "Boss" or "President Chen," but in private, they still used the old nickname.

At this moment, Zhang Wenbo and Xiang Pengfei walked out together, happened to bump into Chen Yansen, and cheerfully greeted: "Brother Sen!"

"Wenbo, this suit of yours is nice, very spirited." Chen Yansen patted Zhang Wenbo's shoulder and joked with a smile.

"Thanks for the praise, Brother Sen. Should I send you the link?" Zhang Wenbo scratched his head and replied dryly.

"So you bought it on Pinbei?" Chen Yansen laughed at his remark.

Xiang Pengfei gave no face at all, laughing the loudest.

"Monitor, President Huang's speech is almost over. Please don't wander around outside, or you might not be found later."

Xu Xingxing was originally at the door; hearing the familiar voice from outside, she quickly ran out and dragged Chen Yansen into the banquet hall.

Huang Zheng stood on the stage, speaking leisurely about the New Year outlook.

"In 2013, Pinbei's annual sales target is 600 billion. This target is extremely challenging, but also full of infinite possibilities.

I hope all colleagues will work together to achieve this goal beautifully! At that time, I will personally find the boss to fight for salary increases and generous bonuses for everyone. Let's go!"

Huang Zheng stood straight and announced in a resounding, powerful voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.

In fact, everyone knew in their hearts that given the big boss's personality, a salary increase was just basic procedure; the quarterly performance bonuses would also find various reasons to increase the coefficient.

Working at Pinbei, one didn't need to worry about salary adjustments or promotions at all; as long as one worked diligently and had solid results, there was at least one general adjustment opportunity every year.

Even if one was not good with words, lacked upward management skills, and only buried one's head in work, the company would not ignore such employees.

After Huang Zheng finished, Chen Yansen took the microphone handed to him by Xu Xingxing and strode onto the stage.

"Since Pinbei was established in September 2011, it has been one year and five months. Compared with Mama Ali and Jingdong, we are still a young enterprise, but our achievements cannot be underestimated.

In just over a year, the platform's cumulative users have broken through 400 million, daily active users have broken through 70 million, transaction volume has achieved growth of dozens of times, we have established a foothold in multiple niche fields, and even surpassed latecomers.

What I want to say is that 600 billion is far from the limit and endpoint of Pinbei; I will wait for everyone at the 1 trillion threshold."

Chen Yansen said slowly and deliberately.

His speaking speed was fast; in less than thirty seconds, he was ready to walk off the stage.

After all, he had been a boss and also worked for others; he knew well that the people in the banquet hall only thought about starting the banquet early, drawing prizes early, and dispersing early.

"Boss, that was way too fast!" He Shuang, the Director of the Administrative Department, holding the gift list, said with a bitter smile.

"Say long things briefly, say short things sparingly; there's no need to drag out the annual meeting agenda too long."

Chen Yansen said indifferently.

While speaking, he glanced at the prize draw list.

Ten Grand Prizes: 188,888 yuan in Yu'e Bao recharge funds each;

One Hundred First Prizes: 50-gram gold bars;

Five Hundred Second Prizes: 20-gram gold bars;

One Thousand Third Prizes: 6,666 yuan in Yu'e Bao recharge funds each;

Sunshine Universal Prize: one 64GB version of the Chengzi C3 phone and 1,000 yuan in Yu'e Bao recharge funds.

Simple and crude, no tricks.

"Boss." Huang Zheng actively approached.

"I'll leave the upstairs to you; I'll go check the downstairs first." Chen Yansen instructed.

"No problem. Later, let the host draw the prizes; the dinner banquet will officially begin at a quarter past seven." Huang Zheng answered immediately.

Tonight, Senlian Capital had rented out the entire Sky Garden; all the banquet halls, big and small, were in use.

By next year, the annual meeting would probably have to be moved to the stadium.

Chen Yansen nodded, then went to check the banquet halls of other projects.

Liang Bo, Zhou Shouzhi, and Zhang Yinjia were also extremely considerate, having prepared a bottle of Sprite-filled Moutai for him, fearing the boss might get drunk at the annual gala.

Although Chen Yansen's constitution could handle drinking white liquor like cold boiled water, he didn't refuse, and instructed the three to tell the Admin Department to keep an eye on things: drinking is fine, but don't drink to death.

Last year, at the annual galas of Pinbai and Sister Chengzi Technology, several reckless young men drank themselves into the hospital for IV drips.

Since the wholly-owned subsidiaries under Senlian Capital had no year-end bonuses, the annual gala lucky draw became the final benefit of the year, making every banquet hall incredibly lively.

Several boxes of bright, gleaming gold were packed, and dozens of jin were handed out in one go.

After dealing with a group of subordinates offering toasts, Chen Yansen came alone to the rooftop outdoor garden, leaning against the railing and enjoying the breeze.

From his position, he could overlook the entire city center of Xucheng; the cold wind was bleak, neon lights flickered, and distant skyscrapers appeared and disappeared amidst the clouds and mist.

He couldn't help but look toward the direction of the telecommunications business hall, the place where he had scooped up his second pot of gold; though not entirely above board, it had saved a great deal of time and cost.

Xucheng was merely his starting point, absolutely not his destination.

"What is Chen Zong thinking about?"

Accompanied by a "creak," the glass door was pushed open, and someone walked up behind Chen Yansen to ask.

"Do you want to know?" Chen Yansen asked in return.

"If I were you, having earned tens of billions in assets by the age of twenty, I'd mostly buy a small island, keep seven or eight mistresses, and start living a retired life early," Ye Qiuping said in a coquettish voice.

The cold wind blew, and she instinctively shrank her neck, pulling her collar tight; seeing Chen Yansen wearing only a black turtleneck sweater, she couldn't help but curse inwardly: This damn guy is truly cold-resistant!

"Vulgar!" Chen Yansen dismissed it with disdain. The life Ye Qiuping described, he had already experienced in his past life, and the result was that before he turned thirty-five, his kidneys were ruined.

Vulgar?

Ye Qiuping burst into hearty laughter; she hadn't expected that scum Chen to have such a righteous and solemn side.

In her eyes, Chen Yansen had shining points, but not many.

"Look down there; many people have to go to work as soon as they open their eyes, busy until late at night before they can go home, never seeing the sunrise more than a few times in a lifetime, nor the sunset more than a few times; what are these people living for?"

Chen Yansen said in a flat tone.

"What else could it be? Just living! Living towards death." Ye Qiuping unconsciously squeezed closer to Chen Zong's embrace and smiled self-mockingly.

"It shouldn't be like this." Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow.

"You are already very impressive; you've changed the lives and destinies of hundreds of thousands of people. Some things are not within your power to decide."

Ye Qiuping looked at Chen Yansen with burning eyes.

"I want to try." Chen Yansen's lips curled slightly upward, and he grinned.

"Boss, the wind is strong outside; shall I go home and cook some brown sugar water chestnut water for you?" Ye Qiuping changed the subject.

"Another day," Chen Yansen said, shaking his head.

"That's fine." Ye Qiuping licked her lips, narrowed her watery eyes, and smiled like a fox.

But to her surprise, Chen Zong really meant "another day."

As soon as it hit ten o'clock, Chen Yansen left by car; Ye Qiuping stood before the glass curtain wall and sighed softly.

"Where did you go just now? I didn't see you in the banquet hall?" Song Yuncheng asked softly, sitting nearby.

"Went to the balcony to get some air. Did you win anything?" Chen Yansen asked casually.

"Sunshine for all." Song Yuncheng's mouth turned down, and she said with a dark face.

"Stay away from me, don't infect me with your bad luck." Chen Yansen looked disgusted.

"But I feel my luck is quite good." Song Yuncheng stared straight at Chen Zong and played a straight ball.

"Hmph! Tomorrow I'll transfer you to deliver takeout, exposed to wind and sun all day, let's see if you can still be so stubborn." Chen Yansen said viciously.

Song Yuncheng chuckled, not believing at all that Chen Yansen would be so ruthless.

Chen Yansen gazed out the window; the street scenes on both sides of the road flashed by rapidly, and his face, half-smiling and half-serious, was reflected in the glass.

The next day, 3:30 PM.

Hucheng, near the Raffles City Shangcheng.

Song Yuncheng hung her head, muttering quietly; if one approached closely, one could hear: "Chen Yansen, you are truly inhuman, worse than a dog."

At this moment, the Pinbai Major Client Investment Director was wearing an orange windbreaker and a safety helmet, having just picked up a takeout order for spicy hot pot from the B2 floor.

As soon as she walked out of the Shangcheng main gate, she saw Chen Yansen with a mischievous grin on his face.

"Don't dawdle; you've only delivered two orders all afternoon, and one of them was two minutes late." Chen Yansen teased.

"You've only done two orders too?" Song Yuncheng retorted indignantly.

"But I wasn't late, and I have no bad reviews." Chen Yansen shrugged.

"I..." Song Yuncheng didn't want to speak; being dragged by Chen Yansen to Hucheng to deliver takeout on the twenty-seventh of the Lunar New Year was a miserable treatment.

"If you say a few more words, you'll be delayed again." Chen Yansen kindly reminded.

Hearing this, Song Yuncheng grabbed the takeout bag, hurriedly mounted her electric scooter, and rushed toward the destination.

Chen Yansen, wearing a Kuai Pao Rider uniform as well, followed slowly behind.

Before long, the two knocked on the customer's security door.

"Kuai Pao Takeout wishes you a pleasant meal!"

Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng recited the slogan in unison, startling the customer.

"Two people delivering takeout together?" The customer, a twenty-something migrant worker in Hucheng, asked curiously upon seeing the situation.

"She's on her first day; I'm just taking her on as an intern. By the way, here's a red envelope for you; Happy New Year."

Chen Yansen made it up on the spot.

"Oh, oh, thanks." The customer didn't probe deeper, took the takeout and the red envelope, and turned back into the rental apartment.

He thought this was Kuai Pao's New Year event.

In his view, the red envelope contained at most five yuan.

But when he opened it, he was instantly dumbfounded; there was a full six hundred yuan!

Did Kuai Pao go crazy?

I ordered forty yuan worth of takeout, and you give me a six-hundred-yuan red envelope?

Thinking this, he took out his phone, logged into Weibo, and searched for "Kuai Pao Red Envelope," getting results immediately.

"Chen Yansen came to Hu City to deliver takeout! He received a big shot's New Year red envelope, a full one thousand yuan."

"Wow! My red envelope was only two hundred yuan, but I took a photo with President Chen; he is super handsome in person, and his voice is super gentle!"

"Is it too late to order takeout now?"

"I just ran into President Chen near Riguangyue; I didn't order takeout, but I still got a red envelope."

"Got it! I'm heading to Riguangyue right now!"

The customer paused for a moment, then realized: Was that person just now Chen Yansen? No wonder he was so tall?

Damn, I actually didn't recognize him!

He was a loyal user of Sister Chengzi phones, and at this moment, he was using exactly the Sister Chengzi C3.

Half an hour later, the search terms "Chen Yansen delivers takeout," "Chen Yansen Hu City," and "Five-hundred-billion super tycoon gives red envelopes" shot to the top of the hot searches.

At the same time.

Near Zhongguancun in Yanjing, Liu Qiangdong, fully equipped, mounted his delivery scooter and wove through the streets and alleys, delivering packages into users' hands.

Compared to Chen Yansen, his national popularity was not high.

Very few people could recognize him.

But under the push of the JD Public Relations Department, photos of Handsome Dong riding an electric scooter to deliver packages still quickly landed on the news headlines.

Chen Yansen and Liu Qiangdong, one in the south and one in the north, one delivering takeout and the other delivering packages, played the internet's traffic perfectly.

On the other side, Meituan headquarters building.

"Brother Xin, do you want to..." Wang Huiwen hesitated, words unspoken.

"Forget it, the imitation traces are too heavy; it will often backfire." Wang Xin refused decisively.

He knew clearly that his reputation in the rider industry was not good.

(End of this chapter)