[{"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-374":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},2264587,4419,"Chapter 374: Could It Be You","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-374",374,"\u003Cp>On New Year’s Eve, Chen Zong lay on a soft couch beside the pool, texting with his left hand and scattering fish food with his right—not feeding fish, but tossing seedlings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before his rebirth, he spent every New Year’s Eve this way, with a new girl by his side each year.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last girl who stayed with him was Chengguo; two days ago at Yunsu Express’s year-end party, he saw the little brat again, who tricked a red envelope out of his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Buzzzz—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone suddenly vibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at the caller ID—it was Wang Zihao—and without thinking, he tapped answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, have you eaten?” Wang Zihao asked with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The chef’s still prepping; probably not until eight.” Chen Yansen swept his spiritual sense over the kitchen and replied lazily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Chen’s at my place; Dad’s drinking with him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep an eye on him—he can only handle one glass.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Relax, I’ve got it under control,” Wang Zihao patted his chest in assurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little shit.” Chen Yansen opened his mouth to ask something, then swallowed the words and said instead: “Say hello to Uncle Wang and Aunt Wen for me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, I don’t get it—when we were kids, you used to bully Ziyan, but now she’s closer to you than to me. People who don’t know might think you’re her real brother.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She never wanted me to be her brother!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao hadn’t realized yet; in his memory, when Chen Yansen first met Ziyan, his sister was still a snotty little kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re brothers. You jealous?” Chen Yansen teased with a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not jealous, just think she’s siding with you. I wonder if she…?” Wang Zihao trailed off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s heart tightened. He forced a laugh. “What?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think she might be the one Dad picked up. Otherwise, why’s she so cold to me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen exhaled in relief and retorted: “Uncle Wang has sharp brows and starry eyes, tall and imposing; Aunt Wen was clearly a beauty in her youth. Could it be… you’re the one they picked up?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao froze, memories flooding back—how Wang Zhanjun had always been strict with him, yet indulgent with Ziyan, like a doting father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen… you’re not serious, right?” Wang Zihao slumped, face twisted in distress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just kidding. You and Uncle Wang have identical eyebrow shapes—even a printer isn’t this precise.” Chen Yansen rolled his eyes, annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Happy New Year, Brother Sen. Ziyan’s calling me to go set off fireworks in the yard.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, are you on the phone? Is it Chen Yansen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen heard the familiar voice through the receiver and smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to wish Brother Sen a happy New Year?” Wang Zihao turned and asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziyan wore a bright red down jacket; under the fireworks, her face was as pale and smooth as jade, her peach-blossom eyes shimmering with dew, the tear mole beneath her eye barely visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay, hand me the phone,” Wang Ziyan held out her small hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen reached for the end button, fingers lifting—then heard Wang Ziyan’s soft voice: “Brother Yansen, thank you for the New Year gift. I got you one too—send me your delivery address on QQ, I’ll mail it to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Have Zihao bring it to me.” Chen Yansen was wary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you hate me?” Wang Ziyan fell silent for a few seconds, then asked abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I treat you like a little sister. How could I hate you? Don’t overthink it.” Chen Yansen soothed casually, thinking: This girl’s instincts are sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Little sister?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Ziyan’s chest tightened; her expression dimmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So even your little sister isn’t allowed to know your current address?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Couriers lose packages. Let your brother bring it—safer.” Chen Yansen explained calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had a whole system for dealing with Wang Ziyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three minutes later, Chen Zong hung up, a faint smile curling at his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At seventeen, even the cleverest Wang Ziyan was no match for him—especially since he was cheating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, dinner’s ready!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the living room door, Ye Qiuping, apron tied, called softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at his watch: 7:43.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Shi-fu really cooked fast and well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rolled off the bed, slipped on slippers, and strolled slowly to the dining table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight dishes: fried lobster in garlic sauce, steamed grouper, garlic-backed shrimp, celery stir-fried with squid, Koushuiji , ginger duck—all plated elegantly, perfect in color, aroma, and taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“After the holiday, transfer you to the cafeteria.” Chen Yansen gave his highest praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I put rat poison in the soup—I’m afraid you won’t live till after the holiday,” Ye Qiuping smiled sweetly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t believe you.” Chen Yansen deliberately ladled a bowl of kidney bean and trotter soup, downed half of it in one gulp, then commented: “A bit bland.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I made dipping sauce.” Ye Qiuping smiled, bringing out a bowl of red oil brimming with chili flakes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sat down and said to Ye Qiuping: “Let’s eat. Thank you, Ye Zong.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Serving the boss is my pleasure,” Ye Qiuping swayed her hips, pouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Snap!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said seriously: “Stop wriggling. Sit properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping winced, instinctively rubbing her rear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tap-tap-tap—!” A knock came at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your dad?” Ye Qiuping asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen was in Chunshen half an hour ago—he can’t fly.” Chen Yansen rolled his eyes, then probed with his spiritual sense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Song Yuncheng!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen frowned, glanced at Ye Qiuping, thought for a few seconds, then said: “Quick, hide somewhere.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping stared at the freshly prepared dishes, rubbed her empty stomach, and reluctantly grabbed her shoes, coat, and bag, sprinting upstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen willed it—extra chopsticks and bowls flew back into the kitchen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only after everything was settled did he stroll calmly out of the living room, cross the garden, and open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng flung herself into his arms like a stray cat who’d finally found its master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, I missed you,” she nuzzled against him, whispering softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only two days apart. Did you eat dinner?” Chen Yansen chuckled, lifting her effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A little,” Song Yuncheng gestured with her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From Lujian to Xucheng was over three hundred kilometers—a three- to four-hour drive. But tonight was New Year’s Eve; the roads were empty. She drove at the speed limit the whole way, arriving in just three and a half hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Eat with me,” Chen Yansen carried her into the living room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You made this?” Song Yuncheng jumped down, staring at the table, stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hired a home chef from a restaurant.” Chen Yansen lied without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Perfect—I’m hungry. I arrived just in time,” Song Yuncheng smiled sweetly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She fetched chopsticks from the kitchen. Chen Yansen opened a bottle of rice wine Ye Qiuping had brought, poured a cup for Song Yuncheng, then one for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, next year come back to Chunshen for New Year’s. If you don’t, you’ll be eating alone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng picked up a piece of lobster, popped it in her mouth, her eyes lighting up instantly. She gave a thumbs-up: “This chef’s amazing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’ll see,” Chen Yansen lifted his wine, sipping lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweet, icy, fragrant with rice—clearly, Ye Qiuping had chilled it in the fridge for hours.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they ate and chatted, Song Yuncheng’s cheeks flushed red, a faint pink spreading along her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This rice wine seems a bit strong,” Song Yuncheng propped her chin on her hand, tilting her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then drink less,” Chen Yansen reached for her cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But it’s delicious—I want more.” Song Yuncheng snatched the cup back and poured herself another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen chuckled helplessly and let her be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only at nine did they finish the New Year’s dinner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng slumped on the table, eyes half-lidded, drowsy, vision blurred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ye Qiuping heard the noise downstairs, tiptoed down, and realized it was the head of business development from Pinbei.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What kind of rice wine is this?” Chen Yansen whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I brewed it myself,” Ye Qiuping replied softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, who are you talking to?” Song Yuncheng mumbled sleepily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The TV,” Chen Yansen lied, eyes wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want to watch Guo Degang’s xiangsheng,” Song Yuncheng struggled to stand, heading for the sofa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Watch the replay tomorrow—it’s the same.” Chen Yansen waved to Ye Qiuping; once she’d gone upstairs, he lifted Song Yuncheng and carried her to the master bedroom on the third floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zong was considerate—a master at peeling eggs. Soon, he’d carried Song Yuncheng into the bathroom and washed her inside and out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mwah!” While drying her hair, Song Yuncheng pecked his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uninvited boss-fondling? Five hundred yuan fine,” Chen Yansen grinned mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mwah!” She kissed him again, eyes half-closed: “I’ve got money. I can afford to kiss you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng was drunk for the first time—her whole body felt like walking on cotton, arms locked tightly around Chen Yansen, squeezing him into her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wasn’t one to take it lying down—he repaid every slight immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside, Ye Qiuping heard the muffled sounds from the room, her cheeks burning, legs instinctively clamping shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, blushing furiously, she fled downstairs—she hadn’t eaten yet, and now her legs were weak from hunger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The table was littered with dishes and cups; Ye Qiuping felt a pang of sorrow as she silently cleaned up the mess and boiled herself a bowl of egg and vegetable noodles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Based on her understanding of Chen Yansen, it would be most appropriate to go upstairs two hours later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, Master Ye felt a surge of bitterness—clearly, in Chen Yansen’s heart, her status was inferior to Song Yuncheng’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 11:15, Ye Qiuping went upstairs on time; just as she tried to slip back to her bedroom, she ran straight into Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, should I head back now?” Ye Qiuping asked tentatively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you want to leave, why come upstairs at all?” Chen Yansen cut straight through her pretense.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If we’re caught, Master Chen will be in trouble,” Ye Qiuping pressed against the wall, deliberately thrusting out her chest to showcase her figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen never bothered with formalities with Master Ye—he grabbed her and pulled her into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next morning, Song Yuncheng woke up groggy and opened her eyes to see Chen Yansen sitting beside a desk nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Master, you’re up early,” Song Yuncheng said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re up too late,” Chen Yansen replied, eyes fixed on his computer screen without turning around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had woken at two a.m., reviewed data reports from all subsidiaries, checked the Tian Gong T100 architecture design, read dozens of random books, and only then did dawn begin to lighten outside the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I thought I heard someone crying last night,” Song Yuncheng said, puzzled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just a dream,” Chen Yansen smiled faintly, brushing it off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Maybe,” Song Yuncheng laughed. In this house, only she and Chen Yansen lived—what else could it be but a dream?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The results of the Orange Pay Lucky Card draw also trended online.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over sixteen days, 3,200 users won the 4,999-yuan grand prize; the remaining users split 840 million yuan in cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was more generous than Ma Liyun: a total of 32,000 users collected all five cards, averaging over 2,600 yuan each.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During the campaign, Orange Pay gained 49 million new registered users, daily active users rose by 18 million, and the company earned over 70 million yuan in advertising revenue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In addition, products like Toutiao, OFO bikes, Pinbei, Lingxi Browser, Kuai Pao, and Kuaidi Dache all saw some increase in daily active users due to the campaign.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even before the 2013 Lucky Five Cards event had begun, dozens of brands were waving cash, eager to buy naming rights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen naturally refused—next year, domestic smartphone shipments would reach at least 300 million units, and Orange Pay’s daily active users would rise accordingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Selling naming rights and ad slots too early would only be counterproductive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Next, Chen Yansen wouldn’t stay quietly in Xucheng—he took Song Yuncheng to Hong Kong Island, Aodao, and Qiong Island for several days of sightseeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qiangdong left his hometown of Suyu and flew to the distant land of the Lighthouse Nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With money and investor connections, Pretty Boy Dong smoothly entered Harvard Business School.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Academic culture in North America was open, and so were its people; he came across a sweet-looking international exchange student on a short-video app called Mimo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl’s youthful aura made Pretty Boy Dong feel as if he had returned to twenty years ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d seen many beautiful women, but such purity was rare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Qiangdong immediately took interest and began scheming quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The seven-day Spring Festival holiday passed in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his first day back in Hangcheng, Wang Zihao, after communicating with Hu Weiyi, launched the expansion plan for the southern market.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On February 17 and 18, OFO deployed another 50,000 shared bikes; within the following week, it added 300,000 more, with the newly targeted Central and South China markets following suit, raising deployment targets to 200,000 and 300,000 bikes respectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A total of 800,000 bikes!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tencent, Sequoia Capital, and Hillhouse Capital had collectively invested nearly 400 million yuan—they had to accelerate expansion and seize the southern market first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2196,"2026-06-19T19:17:19.606Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5b2c3907c2919fd127e686ff3064c3c8ece7964b9b6068a8075510efa09885ac","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-375","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-373",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]