Chapter 47: The Ambition of Breaking Ten Thousand Daily Orders (31k Request for Follows)

Startup Park, Room 206.

Song Yuncheng sat at her desk, eyes fixed on the product information on the screen, dragging the mouse while scribbling notes in her notebook.

Occasionally she paused, staring at the page layout, lost in thought.

Her long, soft hair, simply tied into a ponytail, had a strand clinging to her cheek, trembling slightly with each movement.

“Huh? Still here? Trying to trick me into paying overtime again?”

A light, teasing voice suddenly rang out from behind; Song Yuncheng jolted in surprise and instinctively stood up.

Thud!

Song Yuncheng’s head slammed hard into Chen Yansen’s chin, making her gasp in pain.

“Do you walk like a ghost? You scared me half to death—ow, that hurt!” Song Yuncheng glared at him, sharply demanding.

“Are you deaf? My footsteps are loud! Your head’s as hard as a rock—check if I’m bleeding!”

Chen Yansen frowned and cursed, a strong metallic scent filling his nostrils.

Song Yuncheng tiptoed to look—his lips were streaked with blood.

Realizing she’d been distracted and likely at fault, she shrank back, sheepishly grinning: “Just a little scratch—you okay?”

“Bite me and you’ll find out,” Chen Yansen rolled his eyes, retorting irritably.

“I—I won’t.”

Song Yuncheng stepped back, her whole body tensing like a startled wildcat, instantly bristling with defense.

“Hah! Who’d want to kiss you? Staying this late—do you think my electricity bill blows in from the wind?”

Chen Yansen wiped his mouth with paper, then plopped down on Song Yuncheng’s chair and picked up her notebook.

“Categories: Home, Food, Beauty, Digital Appliances…”

“Sorting logic: Taobao monthly sales, our site daily sales…”

“...”

The notebook’s contents were Song Yuncheng’s organized product selection logic—messy, scattered, haphazard.

“You’re a UI designer—why are you sorting through this?” Chen Yansen stared at her, curious.

“I know I’m hired, but in design, I’m still far behind third- and fourth-year students. I want to learn more, take on more work.”

Song Yuncheng lowered her head, pausing a long while before slowly explaining.

“I’m not a boss who fires subordinates on a whim,” Chen Yansen paused, his tone softening.

“I want to earn money with my own ability,” Song Yuncheng lifted her head, her expression firm, tinged with stubbornness.

Her face, bare of makeup, flushed faintly pink at the corners of her eyes—every time she got excited, a delicate blush spread across her cheeks.

Chen Yansen wanted to laugh, but sighed and held it back, pointing to the stool beside him: “Sit over here. I’ll teach you product selection logic.”

Song Yuncheng froze, stunned, her dazed expression cuter than usual.

“Want to learn?” Chen Yansen raised his voice, urging.

“Oh, I’ll learn,” Song Yuncheng sat down obediently, pressing close to Chen Yansen.

Perhaps because they were so near, a faint fragrance drifted through the air.

Chen Yansen inhaled deeply: “What shower gel do you use? It smells nice—I’ll buy a bottle for my girlfriend too.”

Song Yuncheng’s heart trembled, her skin prickling with unexpected itchiness; she bit her lip and changed the subject: “I’m ready. Teach me product selection.”

Chen Yansen smiled, dropping the teasing, and began: “Start with one category—say, beauty. First, don’t look at monthly sales. Understand brand influence, check market ratings, then drill down to individual products...”

He then taught her several brand rating methods, seasonal hot categories and products, and how to gradually increase average order value and gross profit based on existing sales data.

As she listened, Song Yuncheng’s gaze unconsciously settled on Chen Yansen’s face—his sharp features, the faintly upturned corners of his lips—and her heart softened; she secretly thought: If only he didn’t have a girlfriend.

Instantly, she startled at her own thought, shook her head hard, and forced herself to focus on his lesson.

“Tomorrow, try selecting products yourself. Note down the product IDs so you can track sales data later. After a few months of practice, you’ll be barely out of training.”

Chen Yansen cleared his throat, took a sip of water, and summed up with a smile.

“Barely out of training?” Song Yuncheng, having listened for so long, had assumed this method would at least qualify her as a category operations manager.

“There’s a lot more to it. I’ll explain slowly when I have time. To do category operations well, you need to understand industry trends, brand distribution—even raw materials and manufacturing processes. Do you think you can learn years of experience in a few hours?” Chen Yansen sneered, bluntly dismissing her.

“Chen Yansen, thank you!”

Song Yuncheng stared straight at him, thinking: Why is he the same age as me but knows so much? I wish I could crack open his skull and see what’s inside.

“Now that you understand the skills needed for product selection, use your vacation to draft a job posting—hire three product operations staff. You’ll lead them.”

Chen Yansen opened his mouth again and handed Song Yuncheng another task.

“Sure, I’ll send it to you as soon as possible,” Song Yuncheng agreed readily.

“It’s late. I’m going back to sleep.”

Chen Yansen checked the time, stood up, and took his leave.

“Oh no! It’s this late—I won’t make it back!” Song Yuncheng saw the clock on her screen: 11:10 PM. She slapped her forehead, completely collapsing.

“Just sleep here tonight,” Chen Yansen pointed at the floor of Room 206, teasingly.

“But I haven’t showered,” Song Yuncheng muttered, head down.

“You keep sleeping over at my place—if your boyfriend finds out and comes after me? You said he can take on ten of me,” Chen Yansen cut her off before she could speak, refusing outright.

“I don’t even have a boyfriend! You’ve known all along, haven’t you? That’s why you keep teasing me!”

Song Yuncheng’s face flushed red; she clenched her tiny fists and demanded fiercely.

“Huh? Really? But I have a girlfriend!” Chen Yansen waved his hand, walking out without looking back.

“Boss, I’m your employee!” Song Yuncheng followed after him, pitifully pleading.

In the end, they walked together into Room 0418.

After changing into slippers, Chen Yansen asked casually: “You shower first or me?”

“Of course, Boss, you go first.”

Song Yuncheng grinned, walking over to the sofa, neatly folding the cushion, tidying up her makeshift sleeping spot.

Chen Yansen ignored her, brushing his teeth and showering alone. Soon, he stepped out wrapped in a towel.

“Can’t you put on pajamas before coming out?” Song Yuncheng glanced at him—he stood tall, with a narrow waist, long legs, defined arm muscles. After a few seconds of silence, she spoke.

“This is my house! If I want, I can walk around naked,” Chen Yansen scoffed, then yanked the towel off, making her scream in shock.

Song Yuncheng covered her face and turned away: “Chen Yansen, do you think I won’t tell Meng Jie?”

“Tell her what? That you slept in my room at midnight?” Chen Yansen, now in boxers, grinned mischievously.

“...”

Song Yuncheng was speechless, unable to respond.

Seeing she wouldn’t turn around, Chen Yansen stepped closer, leaning to her ear: “I’m wearing clothes. Don’t believe me? Turn and look.”

Song Yuncheng squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head violently—she didn’t believe him.

“You still haven’t answered me—what shower gel do you use? It smells so good,” Chen Yansen, seeing she was motionless, slid his hand around her waist, pressing against her.

“I—I use soap.”

Song Yuncheng panicked, frozen in place, letting his hand glide over her body.

“Send me the link tomorrow,” Chen Yansen pulled his hand back, turning away.

Minutes after Chen Yansen left, Song Yuncheng finally came to her senses, slumping onto the sofa, her rosy face now crimson as if it could bleed.

Images of his hand moving along her waist kept flashing in her mind—the touch like a branding iron.

Logically, she should have felt repulsed—but she didn’t.

Song Yuncheng sat alone for a long time, until the midnight chime startled her into rushing to the bathroom.

…

…

The next day, Chen Yansen woke up to find Song Yuncheng had already tidied the sofa and left early.

Chen Yansen brushed his teeth, washed his face, dressed neatly, ate breakfast at the cafeteria, then headed to the startup park.

He had arranged to meet Wang Zihao to teach him SEO and ad traffic techniques; as soon as the voting ended, he’d launch the promotion plan.

Yesterday he told Tang Qingshan that by year-end, the website must hit 100,000 DAU—this wasn’t empty talk. He truly intended to make it the next goal.

“Morning, Sen-ge!”

“Boss, good morning!”

“Good morning, Chen Zong! I bought extra breakfast—did you eat?”

Several remaining tech staff greeted him.

Chen Yansen nodded in response, politely declined their breakfast, and sat down at his desk.

Opposite him, Song Yuncheng was already seated, mouse clicking rapidly—either sketching or selecting products.

Chen Yansen called out to Hu Yun in the data team: “Report yesterday’s user count and sales.”

“Sen-ge, as of September 30, our total registered users are 83,612; yesterday’s new registrations: 59,184; yesterday’s sales: 41,015.3 yuan; orders: 1,281; gross profit: 9,762.8 yuan...”

Hu Yun leapt up, deliberately shouting loudly.

Gross profit nearly ten thousand yuan in a single day!

Orders exceeded one thousand!

“Thank you all for your hard work—this result is faster and stronger than I expected! Next goal: break ten thousand daily orders! Achieve it, and everyone gets a raise!”

Chen Yansen clenched his fist and announced loudly.

“Sen-ge is awesome!”

Everyone grinned, chiming in cheerfully—even though they knew the bonus might never come, at least Chen Yansen was a boss who liked to draw big pictures.

Judging from last month’s overtime pay and bonuses, Chen Yansen is a reliable person.

Song Yuncheng gazed at the calm and confident Chen Yansen, his expression gradually growing complex.

Soon, Wang Zihao arrived.

Chen Yansen led him into Room 208; the two spent the morning discussing SEO optimization techniques. Wang Zihao’s IQ was not low—he learned quickly, but compared to Wang Yan, he seemed somewhat clumsy.

“Long-tail keywords, backlink building, page optimization… the core tricks are just these few. I’ve got it,” Wang Zihao muttered to himself, his face serious.

Chen Yansen patted his shoulder and said, “Don’t rush. Take your time studying.”

With that, he picked up the teacup on the desk and returned to Room 206.

At that moment, the total number of registered users surpassed one hundred thousand!

After a full day of effort, thank you to all my lords for your support—we’re just one step away from the top ten in the city!

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(End of Chapter)