[{"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-5":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},2264218,4419,"Chapter 5: Dad, I Want to Find You a Wife","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-5",5,"\u003Cp>When Chen Yansen sprinted out of Beiyi Alley, he awkwardly realized he’d left his bicycle outside the internet cafe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With no other means of transport, he had no choice but to head back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Back again?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao, stepping out of the internet cafe, called to his older brother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey there, if it isn’t Zihao—girlhood truly transforms a girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stopped, grinning as he greeted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But you came over to my house for dinner yesterday.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao pouted her pink, glossy lips, feigning annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen unlocked the bike, casually brushing her off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planned to keep his distance from Wang Zihao and minimize contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Chen, I’ve taken care of the two things you asked me to do—completely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao, standing beside him, assumed Chen Yansen had returned because he doubted his reliability, so he puffed out his chest and swore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, see you tomorrow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen caught the unspoken implication—Wang Zihao wanted to invest money and join him in reselling MP3s and MP4s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded, waved goodbye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, what did Chen Yansen ask you to do?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when Chen Yansen’s figure had vanished did Wang Zihao finally ask.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao shook his head, avoiding her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, if Chen Yansen’s theft for business got discovered, he’d be beaten to a pulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Brother Hao operated on one principle: loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his own sister couldn’t be told!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Really?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao narrowed her slender peach-blossom eyes, staring straight at her brother with a sweet smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Believe it or not.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao’s guilty conscience made him stiffen his neck and refuse to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no way to compete with her intellectually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mental agility, her ability to comprehend and solve complex problems—both left him far behind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He burned the midnight oil just to get into Chunshen No. 2 High;\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>while Wang Zihao, who’d never attended a single tutoring session, ranked first in grade and was pre-admitted by Chunshen No. 1 High.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One school was municipal key; the other, provincial key—the gap spoke for itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He feared saying more would only reveal more flaws.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t think you can fool me.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao snorted softly, muttering under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rode his bicycle, stopping and starting along the way, ate at a noodle shop on Beijie, then slowly turned into an alley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cycled three hundred meters east, and a familiar bookstore came into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guobin Bookstore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stood at the door, staring at the middle-aged man inside stacking books, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So this was what old Chen already looked like.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only forty, yet half his hair was white; his once-straight posture now slightly hunched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Had lunch yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin had just neatly arranged the latest editions of Reader and Youth Digest when he spotted a boy at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His side-swept bangs were gone, replaced by neat, clean short hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bore a faint resemblance to Chen Guobin in his youth, but his eyes and brows were clearly his mother’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A bowl of knife-cut noodles, two ounces of pot stickers—I brought you some too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s emotions churned. He’d wanted to hug old Chen, but feared startling him; finally, he sighed and pretended it was casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Thanks, son.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin froze, instinctively taking the takeout bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Feeling the warmth of the food, he realized for the first time: his son had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his stubborn nature kept him from speaking tender words. With a stiff, awkward “thank you,” he fished a hundred-yuan note from his pocket and shoved it into Chen Yansen’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered for him to eat more—he was still growing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, I want to learn to drive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t hesitate—he slipped the money into his pocket, sat across from Chen Guobin, and spoke bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Learn to drive?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin paused mid-chopstick, then nodded. “Men should learn to drive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d once suggested his son get his license during summer break, but Chen Yansen’s head was full of Zhou Keyuan, internet cafes, and pool halls—they argued, then dropped it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shall I call your third uncle?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin frowned after a moment’s thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Is there only one driving school in Chunshen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen countered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew perfectly well the real relationship between old Chen and his three uncles—during holidays, they barely exchanged greetings; asking for favors now would only bring sneers and mockery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I understand.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his son say that, Chen Guobin exhaled in relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since his wife’s death, he’d only visited the Liang family once. His in-laws’ every word implied he was worthless, a curse who’d killed their daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His elder and second brothers-in-law despised him; even the youngest, though gentler, wasn’t much better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only as Chen Yansen grew older had relations eased—still, it was limited to New Year’s Day visits.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huizhen, it seems our son has finally grown up.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin lowered his head to finish his noodles, warmth spreading through his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, can I ask you something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen watched him, waiting until he finished his noodles before asking carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What is it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin was in good spirits, and seeing his son so serious, he sat up straight, ready to listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re only forty—really not thinking about finding a wife? Last parent-teacher meeting, Meng Jun’s mom said you’re mature and handsome, with a third of Liu Dehua’s charm and a scholarly air…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke slowly, his expression not joking at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin’s smile froze. His mouth hung open, as if his soul had left his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t like the curvy type? Actually, our homeroom teacher, Zhang Li, is interested in you too—and she’s only thirty-three, still able to have kids!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing his reaction, Chen Yansen assumed old Chen disliked fuller figures and quickly switched candidates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You little bastard—I’ll beat you to death!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin’s face flushed red. He roared, snatched up a ruler, and swung it hard at Chen Yansen’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, do you have any conscience? I’m trying to find you a wife, and this is how you treat me!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen leapt back, bolted out of the bookstore, and shouted from the doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tender moment between father and son hadn’t even lasted ten minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, your son’s truly filial!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hahaha, finding his own stepmother—only he could pull that off!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bingge, Yan Sen’s got a point!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby shop owners poked their heads out to watch. Several familiar uncles even laughed and teased aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brat, get back in here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin scowled, furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Old Chen, don’t doubt me—our homeroom teacher really can still have kids. I wouldn’t mind having a younger brother or sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wasn’t intimidated—he stood at the door, pressing on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Student Chen Yansen, what did you just say? Teacher didn’t hear clearly—could you repeat it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Li, holding her lesson plan nearby, gritted her teeth, her ballpoint pen crushed in her fist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen slowly turned, offering an awkward but polite smile: “Teacher Zhang, hello. Teacher Zhang, goodbye.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without even asking for driving school fees, he hopped on his bike and fled immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Zhang, kids don’t know any better—please don’t take it to heart.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin nervously rubbed his hands, cursing internally, forcing a pained smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, it’s fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Li also looked embarrassed, quickly finished the greetings and farewells, then left without looking back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1221,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","27f4f5cece62d89f617facdf396e93f767f8eac7447d2edc6d3e69f5dcb2cfc4","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-6","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-4",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]