Chapter 52: Next Target: Ten Million Monthly Sales! (33k Request for Follows)

Near noon, Chen Yansen signaled everyone to look at him.

“Our next goal: daily orders over ten thousand, monthly sales exceeding ten million, daily active users hitting one hundred thousand—all achieved before year-end.”

Chen Yansen leaned against the table, offering no fiery slogans or dazzling promises, merely stating calmly, his eyes brimming with uncontainable confidence.

Song Yuncheng stood in the corner, staring intently at Chen Yansen, only snapping out of it moments later to join the others in applause.

Xu Xingxing noticed this scene; seeing Song Yuncheng’s plain clothes, no brands, ordinary fabric, she immediately thought Chen Yansen was being unfair—he wore a shirt worth several hundred yuan, yet his girlfriend’s entire outfit didn’t add up to two hundred.

“Wenbo, Pengfei, prioritize developing the zero-yuan discount feature, keep only core functions, and launch ASAP!”

Chen Yansen called out orders.

Zhang Wenbo and Xiang Pengfei nodded, giving a thumbs-up.

“Hu Yun, report the user data.”

Chen Yansen asked next.

“Sen-ge, as of 11:08 AM on October 7, Fox Taobao has accumulated 142,000 registered users, 17,000 daily active users, and a weekly retention rate of 11.9%.”

Hu Yun from the data team responded, reporting while holding his laptop.

“Zhuang Rui, figure out how to boost retention—this task is yours,” Chen Yansen said seriously, patting Zhuang Rui’s shoulder.

“Got it, Sen-ge,” Zhuang Rui took a deep breath, feeling the pressure but agreeing without hesitation.

Eighteen- or nineteen-year-olds had no word for “coward” in their dictionaries.

“Zihao, you and the two new classmates will handle Fox Taobao’s SEO optimization from today. Also, ad accounts on Baidu and the three major portals are already set up—daily budget of 4,000 yuan, spend it all as instructed!”

Chen Yansen looked at Wang Zihao, giving his instructions with serious expression.

Four thousand yuan a day—unlike the previous voting campaign, this was real money: 120,000 yuan a month—so it had to be handled carefully.

“No problem!” Wang Zihao felt immense pressure—he’d never in his life held so much money, let alone been asked to spend 120,000 yuan in a month.

Chen Yansen would personally oversee it, never leaving it entirely to Wang Zihao; though Wang Zihao might someday manage hundreds of thousands in ad spending, right now he wasn’t mature enough.

“Song Yuncheng, you’ll temporarily oversee UI and customer service—base salary increased by one thousand.”

When Chen Yansen’s gaze landed on Song Yuncheng, a fire surged in his chest—he paid her two thousand a month and she showed up in this ragged outfit?

“N-no, I think my current salary’s plenty,” Song Yuncheng shook her head, instinctively refusing.

“Stop talking! I’ll deduct your salary if you say another word!”

Chen Yansen glared at her fiercely, giving her no chance to refuse.

“Chen Xu, Hu Li, follow Song Yuncheng first to learn backend operations and basic product selection logic—I’ll personally train you after.”

Chen Yansen told the two new product operations hires.

“Yes, Sen-ge,” Chen Xu and Hu Li replied in unison.

One was a third-year, the other a fourth-year, yet both, like Zhang Wenbo and the others, willingly called him “Sen-ge.”

On one hand, Chen Yansen paid well; on the other, he wore crisp shirts and slacks, his neat side-parted hairstyle making him look more like a senior among them than a boss.

“Keep at it! Hit the targets, and everyone gets a raise!” Chen Yansen smiled faintly, tossing out the carrot.

Cheers erupted; faces lit up. To them, Fox Taobao was just a part-time job—no one had thought about their future.

They joined Fox Taobao mainly for another internship opportunity, another chance to grow.

Chen Yansen picked up his phone, about to turn and head downstairs, when he saw Meng Jie walking toward him. He stepped forward, ruffled her hair, and the two walked off laughing together.

“Senior Wenbo, who’s the girl beside Sen-ge?”

Xu Xingxing, puzzled, turned to Song Yuncheng; seeing her completely unfazed by Chen Yansen hugging another girl, she tugged Zhang Wenbo’s sleeve and asked curiously.

“Oh, that’s obviously Sen-ge’s girlfriend,” Zhang Wenbo said as if it were obvious.

Girlfriend?

How many girlfriends does this bastard have?!

And how could Song Yuncheng pretend not to see? How did he manage that?

Xu Xingxing’s brain froze—she’d only seen such absurd scenes in old Qiong Yao melodramas.

“Sen-ge’s handsome and rich—having a girlfriend’s normal, isn’t it?” Zhang Wenbo asked, confused by Xu Xingxing’s stunned expression.

“But isn’t Song Yuncheng Senior already his girlfriend?” Xu Xingxing widened her eyes, unable to resist asking again after a long pause.

“Who told you that? That’s slander!” Zhang Wenbo’s face darkened, annoyed.

Xu Xingxing opened her mouth to say Chen Yansen’s name, then paused and asked instead: “Senior Wenbo, maybe you just don’t know?”

“I’m Fox Taobao’s second employee—if they were really together, I’d have known ages ago,” Holmes Zhang Wenbo smirked confidently.

Seeing his expression wasn’t lying, Xu Xingxing snapped back to reality: Chen Yansen was playing her.

After lunch, Chen Yansen, fresh from his nap, walked upstairs sipping a bottle of AD Calcium Milk.

His senses were sharp—he immediately sensed Xu Xingxing’s murderous glare; seeing her grit her teeth as if ready to devour him, he chuckled quietly.

He walked straight to Chen Xu and Hu Li’s desks, sat down, and began discussing brands, e-commerce platforms, and product selection methods, completely ignoring Xu Xingxing.

Occasionally he’d walk over to Wang Zihao and the others, joining their discussions on SEO optimization and advertising strategies across platforms.

Meanwhile, Zhu Xiaopeng and Meng Xibo, who’d spent the afternoon as customer service reps in Room 208, finally realized their gap with Chen Yansen.

Terms like “CPM” and “CPA” meant nothing to them; they’d thought Chen Yansen assigning them to customer service was a waste of talent—now they were wide awake.

They were probably useless at anything besides customer service.

Only when dusk fell outside did Chen Yansen call Zhu Xiaopeng and Meng Xibo, heading together toward Shuangqing Restaurant off campus.

When they arrived, Tang Zhenzhe, Song Yang, and Wang Zhengqiang had already ordered dishes and were waiting for them.

A clay pot of chicken bubbled on the charcoal stove; as they entered the private room, the rich aroma filled the air.

“Sen-ge!” Song Yang stood up immediately, smiling warmly.

“Sit down! Haven’t seen each other for a few days and you’re already formal? Drink a bottle as punishment,” Chen Yansen rolled his eyes, handing him a big green bottle of beer.

“Sen-ge, that’s too much,” Song Yang took the beer, smiling awkwardly.

“Then just one glass.”

Chen Yansen smiled—it was just teasing, no one took it seriously.

They passed around beers, and soon the table was empty.

All teenagers, eating plain cafeteria food, sweating in the humid weather, they were like wolves starved for days—devouring food and chugging beer with equal ferocity.

“Sen-ge, I asked my parents for some pocket money—I’m thinking of leasing a restaurant near campus. What do you think of the business?”

As they grew slightly tipsy, Song Yang suddenly asked.

Pocket money?

Lease a restaurant?

The words made sense, but the meaning was incomprehensible.

Tang Zhenzhe and the others froze—they’d never suspected Song Yang was a hidden rich kid; his sudden declaration startled them.

“Yangyang, you call leasing a restaurant ‘pocket money’?” Meng Xibo laughed bitterly.

He’d assumed Song Yang’s family background was similar to theirs—he wore no brands, used a two-thousand-yuan Nokia phone, slightly better than theirs but not by much.

Now he was openly declaring: I’m a rich kid, no more pretending.

Chen Yansen looked at Song Yang, thinking: Last life, you spent four years in school without ever trying entrepreneurship—I only found out years after graduation that you were the heir to a chain of hotels earning tens of thousands daily.

This life, only one month into college, and you’re already dropping the act?

Song Yang chuckled nervously—he’d planned to stay low-key, but meeting Chen Yansen, the ultimate “boss,” made him feel it was pointless.

Plus, seeing Chen Yansen’s modest success and popularity among girls on campus, he’d gotten the urge to try something himself.

Everyone exchanged glances, all eyes turning to Chen Yansen.

None of them could offer reliable advice on entrepreneurship.

“Do you know today’s beef price? Do you know the cost of melamine tableware? Do you know how to prevent cooks and cashiers from colluding to steal from you?”

Chen Yansen shook his head, firing off three questions.

He knew Song Yang’s limits—even after graduation, he’d relied on family support to grow within the familiar hotel industry, never entering unfamiliar fields.

Even someone as powerful as Liu Qiangdong of JD.com had stumbled on human relations.

Chen Yansen didn’t believe Song Yang could outdo Liu Qiangdong.

Song Yang’s face flushed red; Chen Yansen’s questions felt like three slaps across his face. Yet, fueled by youthful stubbornness, he retorted: “I can learn these things.”

“By the time you learn them, your dad’s pocket money will be gone.”

Chen Yansen spoke calmly, not mocking Song Yang.

Song Yang stared straight at Chen Yansen, saw his calm expression, and realized he was genuinely advising—not looking down on him.

He sighed deeply, raised his glass, and downed it in one gulp: “My dad disagrees too—he says I’m dumb, only got into a second-tier school, and will definitely get cheated in business.”

“My point is, you can’t handle food service—but there’s a money-making opportunity hidden right here in Xucheng College.”

Chen Yansen paused, then smiled lightly.

“Sen-ge, what opportunity?” Song Yang’s eyes lit up, pressing eagerly.

He’d taken 200,000 yuan from home—if he did nothing, he’d be humiliated.

“Campus express delivery agency.”

Chen Yansen spoke slowly, each word clear.

In 2010, online shopping was emerging but not yet in its golden age; for a university like Xucheng College with under 20,000 students, five thousand yuan could secure agency rights for Huitong, Guofeng, Yunda, and Yuan Tong all at once.

In ten years, even ten times the price wouldn’t get you any agency rights.

Chen Yansen knew that entering now—even doing nothing—would let him double the agency fee tenfold by graduation, then sell it off.

He didn’t care about such small money—he only mentioned it because Song Yang brought it up.

Besides, Fox Taobao’s zero-yuan discount model was about to launch, and with no reliable suppliers yet, they’d have to source products themselves and send them out as prizes.

In logistics, if he had someone familiar and trustworthy, he could feel more at ease.

Masters, please support! Two chapters of 6,600 words each delivered—I’m enjoying writing more and more today, even wanting to push one chapter to 4,000 words.

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