Chapter 53: 0-Yuan Discount Coming Soon (Patron Bonus: zhangz)

“Sen-ge, how about we each chip in half?” Song Yang, after hearing Chen Yansen’s words, got carried away and enthusiastically suggested.

Chen Yansen smiled faintly, thinking this kid really saw him as a big brother; after a pause, he said, “This business—I brought it up precisely because I don’t care for it. If you want to do it, do it yourself. Otherwise, even if you succeed, no one will truly recognize you.”

Song Yang froze, furrowed his brow, and after a long while, relaxed his expression; then he raised his cup and said, “Thanks for the advice, Sen-ge.”

“Do your best!”

Chen Yansen said no more, lightly clinking his cup.

Tang Zhenzhe and Wang Zhengqiang exchanged a glance, silently vowing to themselves: from tomorrow on, they’d go to the library every day and crush everyone else academically.

The six of them finished two cases of beer in turn; Song Yang stood up unsteadily, about to call the waiter, when Chen Yansen reached out and stopped him: “Just a light buzz is enough.”

“Whatever Sen-ge says,” Song Yang grinned broadly.

After leaving the restaurant, the group strolled along Xuelin Road, letting the cool breeze sober them up, wandering aimlessly.

“I passed the student union interview—I’m now an officer in the Publicity Department.”

“Yangyang, why not join the Recitation Club? All the girls there have beautiful voices.”

“I heard sports elective sign-ups start next week—what do you guys think we should pick?”

The group walked slowly, stopping often, laughing and chatting.

“I think we should pick aerobics first—there’ll definitely be more girls,” Zhu Xiaopeng adjusted his glasses, sounding utterly reasonable.

“Pick dance class—maybe we’ll have a perfect chance encounter with a girl from the Music Academy,” Meng Xibo’s face lit up with longing.

“Sen-ge, what class are you picking?” Song Yang nudged Chen Yansen’s shoulder, curious.

“Obviously football,” Chen Yansen answered without hesitation.

“Football? I never would’ve guessed you liked playing,” Wang Zhengqiang’s eyes lit up—he finally found someone who shared his hobby.

“It’s not that I like playing football. Every semester, our school has way more guys than girls, and girls can’t even get into popular electives, so they end up signing up for football—there are way more spots and way better quality than aerobics or dance.”

Chen Yansen shared his experience with the group.

In his past life, he’d followed Meng Xibo’s advice and picked dance class—only to walk in and find a sea of guys staring at each other.

“Really?” Tang Zhenzhe didn’t believe it—Chen Yansen’s claim felt counterintuitive.

“Believe it or not, I’m definitely picking football,” Chen Yansen chuckled, dismissive.

At a fork in the road, Chen Yansen caught a glimpse of a faint light glowing on the second floor of the Entrepreneurship Park.

His heart stirred; he waved goodbye to Tang Zhenzhe and the others, then headed straight toward the Entrepreneurship Park.

Upstairs, as expected, Song Yuncheng sat with her head down, fingers tapping furiously on the keyboard, completely absorbed in work, unaware Chen Yansen had entered.

“Ahem!”

Chen Yansen stepped closer; seeing she didn’t react, he cleared his throat.

“Huh!? When did you get here?”

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

“Didn’t your salary get deposited? Why are you still wearing that ragged outfit?”

Chen Yansen glanced at her gray short-sleeve T-shirt with frayed collar and frowned.

“It’s not ragged—not a single hole!”

Song Yuncheng stood up, afraid he wouldn’t believe her, and spun around deliberately.

Chen Yansen chuckled silently—he knew Song Yuncheng understood “ragged” only literally.

He plopped down on the desk and ordered, “Get me a glass of water.”

“You—you drank alcohol?”

Under the overhead light, Song Yuncheng finally noticed Chen Yansen’s flushed face and faint scent of alcohol on his breath.

“Mm,” Chen Yansen nodded, casually picking up her notebook and flipping through it idly—filled entirely with product selection tips and customer service scripts.

“Here, warm water,” Song Yuncheng placed a glass gently before him.

“You never eat much—how come your face is still so plump? Is this just natural talent?”

Chen Yansen raised his hand, didn’t take the water, but pinched her cheek with two fingers.

Soft, bouncy, silky to the touch.

“Chen Yansen, let go!” Song Yuncheng clutched the cup, afraid of spilling it on the computer, snapping angrily.

“Huh? You dare yell at me?” Chen Yansen leaned down, his nose brushing her bridge, growling, “Think I won’t dock your pay?”

Song Yuncheng frowned, instinctively trying to pull back—but Chen Yansen had anticipated it, his hand blocking her head.

She couldn’t escape, forced to stare straight into his eyes—bright, his lips curled in a reckless smirk, his sword-like brows raised as if piercing straight into her heart.

“What are you doing?” Song Yuncheng’s voice trembled, timid now, her earlier anger gone.

“You don’t want to lose this job, do you?”

Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes, catching the faint scent of her, and, as if possessed, leaned in another step.

Song Yuncheng stood frozen, eyes misting over; tears welled, her small hands clenched tightly as she whispered helplessly, “Chen Yansen, with your looks, you must have no shortage of girlfriends—please just leave me alone?”

Her voice was hoarse and soft, her brow heavy with fragility, eyelids flushed, pleading pitifully.

“You don’t want to be my girlfriend?” Chen Yansen’s chest tightened; he pulled back slightly, annoyed.

“But you already have a girlfriend,” Song Yuncheng replied clearly, shaking her head.

“What if I didn’t have one right now?” Chen Yansen pressed.

“I—I don’t know,” Song Yuncheng lowered her head, silent for a long while, then gave a vague answer.

“Mua—”

Chen Yansen kissed her—her lips felt just as he imagined: wet, soft, yielding.

Song Yuncheng’s mind went blank; her legs trembled violently—she barely caught the desk edge, otherwise she’d have fallen; the cup slipped from her hand, clattering to the floor.

After who knew how long, Chen Yansen was about to go further when his tongue suddenly flared with sharp pain.

“Hey! Are you a dog? Why’d you bite me?”

Chen Yansen gasped, and before Song Yuncheng could speak, he accused first.

“You—you kissed me? Why?!” Song Yuncheng, now aware, snatched up her notebook and hurled it at Chen Yansen, sobbing as she demanded.

“If I like someone, I kiss them—why need a reason?” Chen Yansen sneered, utterly unconcerned.

“But you have a girlfriend!” Song Yuncheng shouted.

“I don’t mind,” Chen Yansen shrugged.

“I mind!” Song Yuncheng was furious, tears and laughter mixing—no one could match Chen Yansen’s shamelessness.

No sooner had she spoken than she turned and ran.

Chen Yansen stared after her, laughing silently, licking his lips, then bursting into loud, unrestrained laughter—wild, careless.

Hearing his laughter behind her, Song Yuncheng ran even faster, her mind filled with that kiss—and his smug words: “You don’t want to lose this job, do you?”

She’d just gotten a raise—now earning 3,000 yuan a month; with overtime and bonuses, she could hit 4,000.

Before, working part-time in the cafeteria and library, she spent most of her free time and earned only 1,200 yuan a month—she truly didn’t want to lose this job.

“Will you still come to Room 206 tomorrow?”

Song Yuncheng pondered inwardly, unable to find a clear answer.

The next day.

Chen Yansen brought a textbook to Room 206, held the morning meeting with everyone, then vanished for the rest of the day.

That night, Song Yuncheng stayed late in Room 206; hidden in her drawer was a brick—she’d decided: if Chen Yansen dared touch her again, she’d crack his skull.

To her surprise, she spent the entire night listening for footsteps—but Chen Yansen never came. Instead, Zhang Wenbo, Xiang Pengfei, and others arrived to discuss the 0-yuan discount feature development.

On the third day, Chen Yansen stayed in Room 206 most of the day but said not a single extra word to Song Yuncheng, and didn’t return that night.

For the next ten days, Chen Yansen was busy with ad campaigns and researching retention strategies with Zhuang Rui—never uttering another word to Song Yuncheng.

Song Yuncheng breathed a sigh of relief, yet felt a quiet disappointment.

Until late October, Wang Zihao’s external advertising team finally mastered selecting creatives, testing links, and managing spend—the CPM and CPA metrics gradually neared Chen Yansen’s targets.

The 0-yuan discount feature module was nearing completion, leaving only final testing and acceptance.

“Everyone, pay attention—the 0-yuan discount feature is about to launch. Besides the testing team, everyone else must try the discount process and flow—find every bug before launch.”

Chen Yansen clapped his hands loudly.

“Got it, Sen-ge!”

“No problem!”

“Wenbo and Pengfei are fast!”

Everyone responded, laughing.

“Also, since we don’t have a payment system, once the feature launches, all orders must be manually imported by operations staff—bear with it.”

Chen Yansen added.

“Sen-ge, we’re fine,” Chen Xu and Hu Li replied quickly.

“Don’t worry—I’ll have Pengfei develop an automated import/export program for orders to lighten your load.”

Chen Yansen patted their shoulders gently.

Then he pulled Wang Zihao and the other two into Room 204 for a brief meeting, finalized that day’s ad strategy, and walked out clutching his phone.

“Your friend helped successfully—discounted 5.9 yuan!”

The pop-up text was crude—no animated image at all—but it worked.

Chen Yansen put down his phone and strolled casually into Cao Dahua’s office.

Thank you to patron zhangzehui20—I originally wanted to beg and ask if I could add this bonus chapter after the novel’s release, but then I thought: if the boss has already given me a patronage, I must add it!

Thank you, zhangzehui20—this is my second patron in my writing career. Thank you!

Today I posted nearly ten thousand words; still seeking support~ Let’s get into the top 20 of the new book ranking!

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(End of chapter)