Chapter 53: Zero-Yuan Bargaining Launching Soon (Alliance Leader Bonus: zhangz)

"Brother Sen, how about we each put in half?" Song Yang, having heard Chen Yansen's words, immediately felt his head spin with excitement and eagerly proposed.

Chen Yansen smiled faintly, thinking this kid really took him for a good big brother; pausing for a moment, he spoke: "Since I brought up this business myself, it means I look down on it. If you want to do it, do it on your own; otherwise, even if you succeed, no one will truly recognize you."

Song Yang was stunned after hearing this, frowned, and only relaxed his expression after a good while, then raised his wine glass: "Thanks for the advice, Brother Sen."

"Do a good job!"

Chen Yansen said no more, lightly clinking his wine glass.

Tang Zhenzhe and Wang Zhengqiang exchanged a glance, silently reminding themselves that from tomorrow on, they would go to the library to read every day, planning to crush everyone else in their studies.

The six of them finished two cases of beer one after another; Song Yang swayed as he stood up, just about to call the waiter, when Chen Yansen reached out and stopped him: "Just a little tipsy is enough."

"Listening to Brother Sen," Song Yang grinned upon seeing this.

Leaving the restaurant, the group strolled casually along Xuelin Road, letting the breeze sober them up.

"I passed the student council interview; I'm now a publicity department officer."

"Yangyang, want to join the recitation club? It's full of cute girls with nice voices."

"I heard next week we choose sports elective courses; what do you guys think we should pick?"

The group walked and stopped along the way, talking and laughing.

"I think aerobics should be the top choice; there will definitely be more girls." Zhu Xiaopeng pushed up his glasses, looking as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

"Pick the dance class; maybe you'll even have a perfect encounter with a girl from the music academy." Meng Xibo's face showed a look of longing.

"Brother Sen, what class do you want to pick?" Song Yang patted Chen Yansen's shoulder, asking curiously.

"Of course, soccer." Chen Yansen answered without hesitation.

"Soccer? I never would have guessed; Brother Sen, you actually like playing soccer." Wang Zhengqiang's eyes lit up, feeling someone finally shared his hobby.

"It's not that I like playing soccer; every year when we choose courses, our school has far more boys than girls. Girls can't grab the popular electives and end up having to pick the soccer class that no one signs up for. The quantity and quality are way better than the aerobics and dance classes."

Chen Yansen shared his experience with the group.

In his previous life, he had followed Meng Xibo's advice and picked the dance class, only to walk into the classroom and see a sea of boys staring at each other.

"Really?" Tang Zhenzhe didn't quite believe it; Chen Yansen's statement seemed to go against common sense.

"Believe it or not, I'm definitely picking soccer." Chen Yansen chuckled, replying casually.

Reaching a fork in the road, Chen Yansen spotted a faint light on the second floor of the Entrepreneurship Park from afar.

His heart stirred; waving goodbye to Tang Zhenzhe and the others, he headed straight for the Entrepreneurship Park.

Going up to the second floor, just as he expected, Song Yuncheng had her head down, fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, immersed in her work, and hadn't noticed Chen Yansen coming up the stairs.

"Ahem! Ahem!"

Chen Yansen approached; seeing she made no reaction, he cleared his throat.

"Ah!? When did you get here?"

Song Yuncheng heard the sound, looked up, and saw it was Chen Yansen; the panic in her eyes slowly faded.

"Hasn't the salary I sent you arrived yet? Why are you still wearing those ragged clothes?"

Chen Yansen glanced at the gray short-sleeved T-shirt with a rolled-up collar she was wearing and spoke with displeasure.

"It's not ragged; there isn't even a hole in it."

Song Yuncheng stood up; fearing Chen Yansen wouldn't believe her, she even spun around deliberately.

Chen Yansen let out a helpless laugh, clearly understanding that Song Yuncheng's understanding of "ragged clothes" was probably limited to the literal meaning.

He plopped down on the table and ordered her: "Pour me a glass of water."

"You... you drank alcohol?"

Song Yuncheng, under the overhead light, finally saw Chen Yansen's flushed face and the faint smell of alcohol coming from his mouth and nose.

"Mm." Chen Yansen nodded, casually picking up Song Yuncheng's notebook and flipping through it idly; it was full of summaries on product selection experience and customer service scripts.

"Here, warm water." Song Yuncheng brought a glass of water and gently handed it to Chen Yansen.

"You don't eat much usually, yet your little face is still chubby; is that talent?"

Chen Yansen raised his hand, didn't take the water, and instead extended two fingers to pinch her cheeks.

Soft and bouncy, the texture was silky smooth.

"Chen Yansen, let go!" Song Yuncheng, holding the water glass and afraid of spilling it on the computer, protested fiercely.

"Heh, you dare to be fierce with me!" Chen Yansen lowered his head, his nose touching Song Yuncheng's bridge of the nose, and said viciously: "Want me to deduct your salary?"

Song Yuncheng frowned slightly and instinctively tried to dodge backward, but Chen Yansen was prepared, blocking behind her head with his hand.

Song Yuncheng couldn't dodge; she could only look straight at Chen Yansen. His eyes were bright, a mischievous, reckless smile hung on his lips, and his sword-like eyebrows, shaped like mountain peaks, arched up as if piercing straight into her heart.

"What do you want to do?" Song Yuncheng's voice trembled slightly; she asked timidly, her tone no longer fierce as before.

"I think you wouldn't want to lose this job, right?"

Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes slightly, catching the faint scent coming from the girl; as if possessed, he lowered his head and took another step closer.

Song Yuncheng stood frozen in place, her eyes misting over; with tears welling up, she clenched her small hands tightly and said helplessly: "Chen Yansen, with your conditions, you surely don't lack girlfriends; please let me go, okay?"

Her voice was a whispery, hoarse murmur; her brows were full of a sense of brokenness, her eyelids reddened, as she pleaded pitifully.

"You don't want to be my girlfriend?" Chen Yansen felt a pang in his heart, stepped back voluntarily, and asked back, somewhat annoyed.

"But you have a girlfriend." Song Yuncheng, her thoughts clear, shook her head.

"What if I don't have a girlfriend right now?" Chen Yansen pressed on.

"I... I don't know." Song Yuncheng lowered her head; after a long silence, she gave a vague answer.

"Mua—"

Chen Yansen kissed her; the sensation was much like he imagined: wet and soft.

Song Yuncheng's mind instantly went chaotic; her legs suddenly trembled violently; luckily, she grabbed the table corner in time, or she would have almost fallen; the water glass in her hand went "Crash!" and spilled all over the floor.

No one knew how much time had passed; just as Chen Yansen was about to take it further, his tongue suddenly felt a sharp pain.

"Hey! Were you born in the year of the dog? Why'd you bite me!"

Chen Yansen sucked in a sharp breath, and before Song Yuncheng could speak, he started accusing her first.

"Why did you kiss me?" Song Yuncheng, coming to her senses, grabbed her notebook and hurled it at Chen Yansen, demanding an answer in a teary voice.

"I like you, so I kissed you—what's there to explain?" Chen Yansen sneered, saying it without a care.

"But you have a girlfriend!" Song Yuncheng growled in a low voice.

"I don't mind," Chen Yansen shrugged.

"I mind!" Song Yuncheng was so worked up by him she was both crying and laughing—when it came to shamelessness, no one could match Chen Yansen.

The moment the words fell, she turned and ran.

Chen Yansen was dumbfounded, then laughed. He licked his lips, then suddenly burst out laughing—his laughter was bold and brash, tinged with a hint of "I don't give a damn."

Hearing the laughter behind her, Song Yuncheng ran even faster, her mind filled with that kiss from earlier, and the other party's wicked grin as he said, "You wouldn't want to lose this job, would you?"

Having just gotten a raise, she could earn 3,000 yuan a month; if she added "overtime pay" and "bonuses," her income could shoot straight to 4,000.

You have to understand, before this she had been working part-time at the cafeteria and the library, sinking most of her free time into it, and only earned 1,200 yuan a month—she really didn't want to lose this job.

"Going to 206 again tomorrow?"

Song Yuncheng mulled it over in her heart, and for a moment couldn't find a definite answer.

The next day.

Chen Yansen, holding a professional book, went to 206 and held the morning meeting with everyone, then never showed his face again.

That evening, Song Yuncheng stayed at 206 working overtime, with a brick hidden in her drawer—she had decided that if Chen Yansen dared to take advantage of her again, she'd definitely crack his skull open.

To her surprise, she spent the entire night straining to listen for footsteps, but Chen Yansen never showed up; instead, Zhang Wenbo, Xiang Pengfei, and others arranged to come together to discuss the development issues of the 0-yuan bargaining feature.

On the third day, Chen Yansen stayed at 206 for most of the day, but didn't say a single unnecessary word to Song Yuncheng, and didn't come to 206 in the evening either.

Over the next ten-plus days, Chen Yansen was busy with ad traffic placement, researching ways to boost retention with Zhuang Rui, and never said a single superfluous word to Song Yuncheng.

Song Yuncheng breathed a sigh of relief, yet at the same time felt a twinge of loss in her heart.

Until late October, the external-traffic team Wang Zihao was on finally became skilled at picking materials, testing links, and running spend; the CPM and CPA data were also gradually approaching Chen Yansen's requirements.

The 0-yuan bargaining feature module had entered the final stretch of development, with only the last testing and acceptance phase remaining.

"Everyone look over here—the 0-yuan bargaining feature is about to go live. Apart from the testing team members, everyone else go experience the bargaining gameplay and flow once, and try to find all the bugs before launch."

Chen Yansen clapped his hands and said loudly.

"Got it, Brother Sen!"

"No problem!"

"Wenbo and Pengfei are moving fast!"

Everyone responded one after another, laughing as they spoke.

"Also, because we don't have a payment system, once the 0-yuan bargaining goes live, all orders will have to be manually imported by the operations team—sorry for the extra work."

Chen Yansen continued, adding.

"Brother Sen, no problem on our end." Chen Xu and Hu Li hurriedly replied.

"Don't worry, I'll have Pengfei develop a program later for automatically importing and exporting orders, to lighten your workload."

Chen Yansen said warmly, patting the two of them on the shoulder.

Then he pulled Wang Zihao and the others into 204 and held another brief short meeting; after finalizing that day's ad placement strategy, he headed out, phone in hand.

"Your friend has successfully helped you, slashing 5.9 yuan off!"

The pop-up text was crude, not even a dynamic image—but hey, it works.

Chen Yansen put down his phone and, knowing the way like the back of his hand, wandered into Cao Dahua's office.

Thanks to Alliance Leader zhangzehui20 for the support—I was thinking of shamelessly discussing with big bro whether we could put it off until after launch to add more chapters, but then I thought, the boss has already given an Alliance Leader, so I must add more chapters!

Thank you, zhangzehui20—this is the second Alliance Leader in my writing career, thank you~!

Updated nearly ten thousand characters today, keep the support coming~ Let's push into the top 20 of the New Book Rankings together!

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