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I","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-372",372,"\u003Cp>Xushi district, Sky Garden Hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the first-floor lobby stood a dazzling arched photo wall, its surroundings illuminated as bright as day by the crystal chandelier above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, smile!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Tianrui from the Pinbei event team raised his camera and boldly suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sighed helplessly and forced a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From six to seven, he was used as a backdrop by employees from Pinbei, Orange Tech, Today Tech, Orange Pay, and other projects, posing for group photos with each department.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As boss, he couldn’t very well refuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click!” The shutter snapped repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, you look so handsome today,” said Tian Tian, Orange Tech’s receptionist, softly complimenting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen turned around and happened to catch sight of her small burger—between a peach and a dragon fruit in color, not large, yet unnaturally pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t deliberately looked; Tian Tian wore a velvet strapless mini dress, and at one meter eighty-six, he looked down naturally and saw everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I wasn’t handsome yesterday?” Chen Yansen asked, face stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hehe, Boss is the most handsome every day,” Tian Tian pouted cutely and stuck out her tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What a scheming girl!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls like this? Absolutely no touching!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen silently evaluated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zong glanced at his watch, waved his hand, and walked straight into the elevator, Xiao Li following closely behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding.” The elevator doors slowly opened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Yifeng, Chen Xu, Hu Li, Li Hui, and others stood outside the banquet hall, all in sharp suits, chatting casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen-ge!” Hu Li and Chen Xu greeted him first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were among the first product operations hires Chen Yansen personally recruited for Fox Tao , later transferred to category operations, then moved to Pinbei as business development managers—true company veterans.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At work they called him “Boss” or “Chen Zong,” but privately, they still used the old nickname.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Zhang Wenbo and Xiang Pengfei walked out together, spotted Chen Yansen, and greeted him with grins: “Sen-ge!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wenbo, your suit looks great—sharp,” Chen Yansen patted Zhang Wenbo’s shoulder and teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks, Sen-ge! Want me to send you the link?” Zhang Wenbo scratched his head, awkwardly replying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So you bought it on Pinbei?” Chen Yansen laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Pengfei laughed the loudest, showing no mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, Huang Zong’s speech is almost over—don’t wander outside, or we won’t find you later.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xingxing, who had been by the door, heard the familiar voices and hurried out, pulling Chen Yansen into the banquet hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zheng stood on stage, calmly delivering his New Year outlook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“In 2013, Pinbei’s annual sales target is 600 billion—a highly challenging goal, but brimming with infinite possibilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I hope all colleagues unite to achieve this goal brilliantly! When we do, I’ll personally approach the Boss to fight for salary raises and generous bonuses. Let’s go!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huang Zheng declared with a straight back and powerful voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he finished, thunderous applause erupted from the audience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In truth, everyone knew that with the Big Boss’s personality, salary raises were routine, and quarterly performance bonuses always found reasons to increase multipliers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Working at Pinbei meant no need to worry about raises or promotions—just work diligently with solid results, and you’d get at least one universal adjustment per year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if you were quiet, poor at management, and only knew how to work hard, the company wouldn’t overlook you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Huang Zheng finished, Chen Yansen took the microphone from Xu Xingxing and strode onto the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Since Pinbei’s founding in September 2011, over a year and five months have passed. Compared to Ali and JD, we’re still young—but our achievements are undeniable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just over a year, our platform has surpassed 400 million registered users, daily active users hit 70 million, transaction volume has grown dozens of times, and we’ve firmly established ourselves—and even surpassed leaders—in multiple niche markets.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What I want to say is, 600 billion is far from Pinbei’s limit or endpoint. I’ll be waiting for you all at the trillion-level checkpoint.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke slowly and deliberately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pace was fast—under thirty seconds total—and he turned to leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, he’d been both boss and employee—he knew these people in the banquet hall only cared about starting dinner early, drawing prizes early, and leaving early.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, that was too fast!” said He Shuang, Director of Administration, holding a gift list, smiling wryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Short speeches, brief remarks—no need to drag out the annual meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen dismissed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he spoke, he glanced at the prize list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten grand prizes: 188,888 yuan in Yu’e Bao top-up credits;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred first prizes: 50-gram gold bars;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five hundred second prizes: 20-gram gold bars;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One thousand third prizes: 6,666 yuan in Yu’e Bao top-up credits;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sunshine Prize: one 64GB Orange C3 phone and 1,000 yuan in Yu’e Bao top-up credits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple, blunt—no tricks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss,” Huang Zheng approached willingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You handle upstairs—I’ll go downstairs and mingle,” Chen Yansen instructed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem. The host will draw prizes afterward; dinner starts at 7:15,” Huang Zheng replied immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tonight, Senlian Capital had rented the entire Sky Garden, using every banquet hall, big and small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next year, the annual meeting might have to move to a stadium.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded and visited other project banquet halls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liang Bo, Zhou Shouzhi, and Zhang Yinjia were thoughtful enough to prepare a bottle of Mao Tai filled with Sprite for him, fearing he’d get drunk at the party.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Chen Yansen’s physique could handle baijiu like cold boiled water, he didn’t refuse—and warned the three: drinking was fine, but don’t drink to the point of collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last year at Pinbei and Orange Tech’s annual meetings, several reckless youths ended up hospitalized for IV drips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since Senlian Capital’s subsidiaries had no year-end bonuses, the annual meeting prize draw became the final benefit of the year—every banquet hall buzzed with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several boxes of glittering gold were handed out—dozens of pounds in total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dealing with a crowd of toasting subordinates, Chen Yansen went alone to the rooftop outdoor garden, leaning against the railing, letting the wind blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his position, he could overlook the entire downtown of Xushi—the cold wind howled, neon lights flickered, distant skyscrapers appeared and vanished in the mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced toward the telecom office—the place where he’d made his second fortune. Not exactly honorable, but it saved time and cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xushi was just his starting point—not his end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you thinking about, Boss Chen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a soft “creak,” the glass door opened, and someone stepped behind him and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want to know?” Chen Yansen countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I were you, at twenty with hundreds of billions, I’d buy an island and keep Qiba  lovers, retiring early,” Ye Qiuping cooed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold wind made her instinctively hunch her shoulders and pull her collar tighter; seeing Chen Yansen wore only a black turtleneck, she silently cursed: This bastard’s ice-resistant!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Vulgar!” Chen Yansen sneered. The life Ye Qiuping described—he’d lived it in his past life, and by thirty-five, his kidneys were ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vulgar?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping burst into laughter. She hadn’t expected the scoundrel Chen to have such a righteous side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her eyes, Chen Yansen had flashes of brilliance—but few.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Look below. Many people wake up and go straight to work, return home only after midnight, never seeing sunrise or sunset more than a few times in their lives—what’s the point of living?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else? To live! Face death head-on,” Ye Qiuping murmured, unconsciously pressing closer to Chen Zong’s chest, self-deprecatingly smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That shouldn’t be the way,” Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve already changed the lives and fates of hundreds of thousands. Some things aren’t yours to decide.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping stared intently at Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to try,” Chen Yansen smiled faintly, lips curling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, it’s windy outside—should I go home and cook you brown sugar water with horse hoof?” Ye Qiuping changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe another day,” Chen Yansen shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Ye Qiuping licked her lips, eyes half-lidded and sparkling, smiling like a fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she was surprised—Chen Zong truly meant “another day.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At exactly ten, Chen Yansen left by car; Ye Qiuping stood before the glass wall and sighed softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where were you just now? I didn’t see you in the banquet hall,” Song Yuncheng asked quietly from beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I stepped out for air. Did you win anything?” Chen Yansen asked casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sunshine Prize,” Song Yuncheng replied, lips downturned, face dark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stay away from me—don’t pass your bad luck my way,” Chen Yansen said with disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I think my luck’s pretty good,” Song Yuncheng stared straight at Boss Chen, going straight for the jugular.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! Tomorrow I’ll transfer you to delivery duty—wind and sun every day. See how long you keep that mouth,” Chen Yansen growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng giggled, utterly unconvinced Chen Yansen would be that cruel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen gazed out the window; street scenes blurred past, his reflection in the glass showing a half-smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, 3:30 p.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hushi, near Ri Yue Guang Mall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng hung his head, muttering under his breath: “Chen Yansen, you’re not even human—not even worth a dog.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, the Head of Big Client Acquisition at Kuaipao was dressed in an orange hardshell jacket and a safety helmet, having just picked up a takeout order for spicy numbing hotpot from the B2 floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as he stepped out of the mall entrance, he saw Chen Yansen grinning mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop dawdling—you’ve only delivered two orders all afternoon, and one was two minutes late,” Chen Yansen teased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ve only done two too!” Song Yuncheng shot back defiantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But I wasn’t late, and I got no bad reviews,” Chen Yansen said, shrugging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I…” Song Yuncheng fell silent. On the twenty-seventh day of the lunar new year, he’d been dragged to Shanghai by Chen Yansen to deliver takeout—this was a miserable fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you say another word, you’ll delay again,” Chen Yansen kindly warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Song Yuncheng grabbed the takeout bag and hurriedly mounted his electric scooter, racing toward the destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen, dressed in the same Kuaipao delivery uniform, strolled slowly behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In no time, the two knocked on the client’s security door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kuaipao Takeout wishes you a delightful meal!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng recited the ad slogan in unison, startling the client.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two people delivering together?” The client, a twenty-something Shanghai migrant worker, asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s on her first day—I’m mentoring her. By the way, here’s a red envelope for you—happy new year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen made it up on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, oh, thank you!” The client didn’t press further, took the takeout and the red envelope, and turned back into his rented room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He assumed this was a Kuaipao New Year promotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his mind, the envelope probably contained no more than five yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when he opened it, he froze—there was six hundred yuan inside!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was Kuaipao insane?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I ordered a forty-yuan meal and got a six-hundred-yuan red envelope?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, he pulled out his phone, logged onto Weibo, and searched “Kuaipao red envelope”—immediately, results appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen is delivering takeout in Shanghai! Received a New Year red envelope worth a full thousand yuan from the big boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wow! My envelope was only two hundred yuan, but I took a photo with Chen Zong—he’s insanely handsome and has the softest voice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is it still too late to order takeout?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I just ran into Chen Zong near Ri Yue Guang—I didn’t even order anything, but I still got a red envelope.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it! I’m heading to Ri Yue Guang right now!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The client blinked, then realized: That guy was Chen Yansen? No wonder he was so tall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, I didn’t recognize him!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was a loyal Orange Phone user, currently holding an Orange C3.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, search terms like “Chen Yansen delivering takeout,” “Chen Yansen in Shanghai,” and “Five-Billionaire Super Rich Man Gives Red Envelopes” surged to the trending list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Zhongguancun, Beijing, Liu Qiangdong—fully equipped—mounted his delivery scooter and zipped through alleys and streets, handing packages to users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to Chen Yansen, his public recognition was far lower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Few people could recognize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under the push of JD’s PR department, photos of Handsome Dong riding his electric scooter to deliver packages quickly made headlines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen and Liu Qiangdong, one in the south, one in the north—one delivering takeout, the other parcels—masterfully manipulated internet traffic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On another front, Meituan’s headquarters building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss Wang, should you…?” Wang Huiwen hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it—the imitation is too obvious; it’ll backfire,” Wang Xin decisively refused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew full well his reputation among delivery riders was terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2101,"2026-06-19T19:17:19.606Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","994d4dd31964ab21a4e6e517a3db9c1e43d74433fae9f9a8ec5f4cb42d47eb7a","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-373","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-371",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]