[{"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-373":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},2264586,4419,"Chapter 373: Chen Yansen: If It Were Old Ma, He","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-373",373,"\u003Cp>On the 27th day of the Lunar New Year, Longcao Road, Shaxian Snacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“One chicken leg rice, one duck leg rice, and two bowls of sand Can  old duck soup.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Chen Yansen walked in, he shouted to the owner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it! Sit tight, it’ll be ready soon.” The owner, a middle-aged man with thick hair, replied cheerfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng followed behind, her legs trembling from exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d delivered thirteen takeout orders that afternoon, climbed over a thousand steps, and was too tired to even speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The “five-star hotel” Chen Yansen had mentioned was actually Shaxian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t picky—when the owner brought the chicken leg rice, she immediately devoured it greedily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat slowly, no one’s stealing your food. If you’re still hungry, order another.” Chen Yansen grinned at Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng rolled her eyes but said nothing; after taking a sip of soup, she murmured, “The minimum order price of six yuan seems high, but when you factor in picking up and delivering—six or seven kilometers round trip—that’s not much at all.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Six yuan’s plenty! Normally it’s only four. These two days, for Spring Festival, the company gave all the delivery fees to us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A Kuaipao rider at the next table couldn’t help chiming in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Delivering takeout is really tough,” Song Yuncheng remarked involuntarily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s tiring, but the pay’s decent. The company pays social insurance and buys coverage for us too. With base salary, you’re making eight to nine thousand a month—way better than working in a factory,” the rider said with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“There’s a bonus in February—maybe we’ll hit ten thousand this month,” added another Kuaipao rider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More than that—don’t forget Kuaipao grocery orders. Our top rider delivered 87 orders yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only 87? That’s not much—I did 91 yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, you’re risking your life for money!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh, lucky break—half my orders were clustered together, so it wasn’t hard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The riders chatted idly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey guys, I heard the company’s having a New Year’s banquet tonight—why aren’t you going?” Chen Yansen suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s a weird question—you didn’t go either. Attending the banquet wastes earning time. Besides, if you don’t show up, you still get two hundred yuan in subsidy. Isn’t it better to buy your wife and kids some good food?” one Kuaipao rider replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I wonder if the boss will show up tonight. I’d really like to toast him,” another rider sighed, full of gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My wife broke her leg a few months ago. The boss only paid a few thousand—barely covered medical bills. If the company hadn’t bought supplemental health insurance that covers immediate family, I’d have considered selling a kidney.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey kid, hasn’t anyone told you—you look a bit like the boss?” A Kuaipao rider in the corner stared at Chen Yansen for a long time, then suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! The station manager hired me because I look like the boss.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen bit into the duck leg and spun a wild lie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way—you look way too similar!” Another rider examined him repeatedly, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Exactly! Everyone at our station says the same thing. Should I go ask the boss if I’m his long-lost younger brother?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen kept joking, making the whole room burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng kept her head down, her pretty face flushed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first rider who asked quietly opened Weibo, found Chen Yansen’s photo, and compared it closely—his shock deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy is the real deal!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He put his phone away and slowly edged toward Chen Yansen, whispering, “Boss, didn’t you go to the banquet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled. Seeing the man’s certainty, he knew the act was over and admitted openly: “The guys at the banquet have General Pei with them. I came to keep you company.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His honesty struck the rider so deeply his eyes immediately welled up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, thank you for the raise. Can I treat you to a meal?” The rider’s voice trembled with excitement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I won’t be polite—Boss, add another serving of braised tofu skin,” Chen Yansen gestured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gao Bo, are you serious? He just looks like the boss—he’s not the real one. Are you really treating him?” A colleague tugged Gao Bo’s arm, urging him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you all idiots? You can’t even recognize your boss?” Gao Bo glared at his coworkers, speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his reminder, the others pulled out their phones, comparing Chen Yansen’s face with the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a chorus of greetings filled the room: “Happy New Year, Boss!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sit down and chat! Don’t be so formal,” Chen Yansen waved his hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he turned to the rider who’d mentioned his wife’s broken leg: “You make seven or eight thousand a month—why even think about selling a kidney?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Last National Day, I bought a house back home and used all my savings for the down payment. The house isn’t even delivered yet—I can’t sell it even if I wanted to,” the rider chuckled awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t the company’s legal team step in?” Chen Yansen asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“They did. Later, that bastard boss paid over sixty thousand more,” the rider answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good. The company has over a hundred legal advisors—we exist to serve our people. Any other problems?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen asked softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” the rider shook his head—he didn’t dare trouble the big boss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was being polite; if he took it seriously, he’d be shameless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sensed his hesitation and patted his shoulder: “Tell me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My wife’s leg healed, but now she can’t do heavy work,” the rider stammered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Can you type on a computer?” Chen Yansen thought for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” the rider nodded quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give me your number—I’ll arrange for her to join Pinnbei Mall’s customer service department,” Chen Yansen decided immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, do I need to go to Xu City?” the rider asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Online customer service—work from home,” Chen Yansen explained simply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t know how to thank you,” the rider bowed repeatedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just work hard and take care of your family,” Chen Yansen smiled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the rider named Gao Bo approached with a plate of braised tofu skin and two bottles of beer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I toast you—may your wealth roll in, may you grow ever handsomer, marry seven wives, and have eight children.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Zong, Happy New Year!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I’m downing mine—you drink as you like!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five Kuaipao riders took turns toasting Chen Yansen, who accepted them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In no time, the two bottles of beer were empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s a red envelope for each of you—I wish you all homes soon, marriages soon, and children soon.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled out a stack of red envelopes and slipped one into each man’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten minutes later, he and Song Yuncheng left Shaxian Snacks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as they stepped out, he returned the electric scooter to the accompanying staff and got into a Mercedes S600L headed for the banquet hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 11:30 p.m. that night, a photo of Chen Yansen in an orange parka, eating duck leg rice with Kuaipao riders at Shaxian, surged to the top of Weibo’s trending list.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did Shaxian Snacks hire a spokesperson?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“@Chen Yansen, how much did Shaxian pay? I’ll pay double for Lanzhou noodles!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll pay triple for braised chicken rice!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it—Chen Zong loves duck leg rice too!” “Which Shaxian did Chen Zong eat at? I’m going to check it out tomorrow!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The comment section exploded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With two trending topics in one day, Chen Yansen and Kuaipao remained in the top ten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The news report on Liu Qiangdong delivering packages followed closely, pinned below Chen Zong’s trending topic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Chen Yansen returned to Xu City by car; Song Yuncheng drove alone back to Lucheng for the New Year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Li, I forgot to tell you—starting February, your base salary’s raised to sixteen thousand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the way back, Chen Yansen mentioned casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Boss,” Xiao Li beamed—suddenly, the past half-year felt worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sixteen thousand base salary, three thousand two hundred housing subsidy, plus transportation, meal, and quarterly bonuses—his pre-tax monthly income was at least twenty to thirty thousand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among his fellow veterans, very few earned over ten thousand, let alone twenty or thirty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, HR had originally selected three drivers from security personnel—he was the most stable, quietest, and most discreet, which is why Chen Yansen kept him on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Qipan Street, Chunshen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A light gray Porsche Cayenne slowed to a stop at the alley entrance. Wang Zihao opened the door, walked around to the trunk, grabbed his bags, and strode home with head held high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My god—a Porsche! Whose relative is that?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wangzhan Army’s son—I saw him get out of the car myself!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Zihao? That fat black guy? Isn’t he studying in Xu City?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t know—he’s Chen Yansen’s childhood friend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn—Wangzhan’s family got lucky as hell.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the narrow alley, neighbors—uncles and aunts—chattered loudly at their doorways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ziyan, I heard noise outside—go see if your brother’s back?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wen Shumei held a bamboo tray, rolling beef meatballs, too busy to move, and called to Wang Ziyan beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My brother has keys,” Wang Ziyan stared blankly at her phone screen, having sent over a dozen messages with no reply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fuck you, Chen Yansen—don’t even think about coming over for New Year’s dinner!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziyan fumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Knock knock knock—!” The knocking at the door grew louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hurry up and open the door—your brother’s back!” Wen Shumei’s face lit up as she urged urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao immediately put down his phone and dashed out with quick footsteps.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, where’s Chen Yansen?” Wang Zihao pushed open the door and saw Wang Zihao holding over a dozen gift boxes, but no Chen Yansen—she immediately asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior Sen is spending Lunar New Year in Xucheng this year; he won’t be returning to Chunshen,” Wang Zihao explained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh.” Wang Zihao’s spirits sank; she lowered her head and turned to walk back inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Zihao! I’m your real brother! Open the door for me first!” Wang Zihao, seeing this, nearly laughed in exasperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Wang Zihao snapped back to reality, ran forward, and helped Wang Zihao pull open the courtyard gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s Dad?” Wang Zihao asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He went winter swimming with Uncle Zhou and Uncle Zhao—probably drinking at the dumpling shop now,” Wang Zihao replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ugh, that old man never listens. He’s almost fifty and still running around like a fool. Last winter he caught a cold from swimming—you and Mom never Quanta .”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>*Thwack!*\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao felt a sharp pain on his forehead, as if slapped—he turned instinctively and saw Wang Zhanjun, furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad,” Wang Zihao grinned sheepishly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m not your dad—I’m the stubborn old fool,” Wang Zhanjun scolded, face stern.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just joking, to lighten the mood—don’t take it to heart. I bought you tea, Huazi cigarettes, and Maotai liquor,” Wang Zihao said with a sheepish smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maotai? You’ve got some heart after all,” Wang Zhanjun said, his anger vanishing at the mention of good liquor and cigarettes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This one’s mine, this one’s from Chen Yansen as a gift to you, and the rest are for Zihao and Mom,” Wang Zihao separated Qiba  gift bags and shoved them into Wang Zhanjun’s hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Where’s Xiao Sen?” Wang Zhanjun asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He didn’t come back to Chunshen—he’ll probably spend Lunar New Year in Xucheng,” Wang Zihao replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen’s got it rough. I told him back then to stop kicking Sen so much—he wouldn’t listen,” Wang Zhanjun said with glee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He paused, then added: “Tomorrow, invite Uncle Chen over—more people, more fun.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zhanjun’s nature was like this: he mocked, but he knew full well his son’s success came entirely from Chen Yansen’s guidance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now that he knew, he couldn’t let Old Chen spend New Year alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Even if you didn’t say it, I’d go invite Uncle Chen,” Wang Zihao grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, before the holiday, Chen Yansen had called him specifically to remind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother, do I get a gift?” Wang Zihao interjected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes,” Wang Zihao said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Which bag is it?” Wang Zihao bent down to search.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“None of these,” Wang Zihao smirked mischievously, then turned and let loose a loud, resonant fart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here’s your gift—a fart,” Wang Zihao said triumphantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without waiting for Wang Zihao’s reaction, he strode boldly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>into the house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, your son’s too much.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao pinched her nose, looking pitiful as she complained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go complain to your mom,” Wang Zhanjun said, carrying the heavy Maotai and tea, acting as if none of it concerned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can’t beat your son before you’ve even swallowed the liquor you’ve accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao looked around, dug out a wooden stick from the corner, and charged after him angrily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Wen Shumei pleaded for a long time, the siblings finally put down their ‘weapons.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Here—Happy New Year,” Wang Zihao, of course, hadn’t forgotten the gifts, handing over two elegant gift boxes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clearly, one was from him, the other from Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen returned to the Sanjiaozhou villa district; the several-hundred-square-meter house stood empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Master Chen wasn’t used to sleeping alone, so he pulled out his phone and sent a text.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He lay on the soft couch, fed the koi in the pond, then went upstairs to the study, turned on the computer, and checked the backend data.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>7,400 users had collected all five blessings; each could split 11,400 Huayuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With less than a day left until the draw, the black-market price for the “Diligence Blessing” had risen again to 3,000 yuan per card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If it were Old Ma, he’d issue a million Diligence Blessings on the final day,” Chen Yansen muttered inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2252,"2026-06-19T19:17:19.606Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","7aea2c9dfad1dc5eb25d5cd555fc7cc0b52c79aca1695de1c99c577a97d1d8e7","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-374","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-372",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]