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(3k request for follow-up)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-55",55,"\u003Cp>“Professor Liu, I never expected that Director Cao recommended you—welcome, welcome!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stepped forward actively, smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh, Professor Liu, from Chen Yansen’s tone, did you two know each other before?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua frowned, instinctively pressing for clarification.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Chen is my tenant,” Liu Muyan adjusted her glasses, speaking softly with a hint of embarrassment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faculty apartment was a welfare benefit provided by the school to young teachers, and the school strictly forbade renting it out externally—but many teachers did so privately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, the school could only turn a blind eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This sort of thing wasn’t something to publicize, which explained why Liu Muyan lowered her voice to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Cao Dahua turned his head, feigning he hadn’t heard clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Liu, please come inside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled faintly and led the two toward Room 206.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they walked, Liu Muyan observed carefully; though Chen Yansen was merely a first-year student, his reputation at Xucheng College surpassed even that of her fellow lecturers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Professor Liu, here are copies of Senhai’s business license and tax registration. I’ll have Hu Yun send you the FoxTao business data later—everything regarding filing and tax payment will be entirely up to you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled out a folder from the drawer and spoke seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, Chen… or should I say, Chen Zong,” Liu Muyan accepted the documents with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This part-time accounting job was nominally to assist students with entrepreneurial projects, but President Tang couldn’t force teachers to work for Chen Yansen for free—so payment was provided, making Liu Muyan’s address appropriate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Moreover, Chen Yansen wore a crisp indigo shirt paired with black dress pants; looking at the two, Chen Yansen appeared mature and polished, while Liu Muyan, with her baby face, seemed more like his student.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How about this—we address each other informally. You call me Sen Ge, and I’ll call you Mu Yan Jie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said this with a straight face, teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dream on! Don’t forget—I’m your teacher!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Muyan burst into laughter, covering her mouth softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright then, Mu Yan Jie, take a look at these documents—I need to attend a meeting.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled out a chair for her and added a reminder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Muyan nodded and opened the stack of documents, scanning and organizing them as she read.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing Cao Dahua out the door, Chen Yansen turned and entered Room 208, tapping on Wang Zihao’s desk: “Which set of materials today?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen Ge, yesterday’s ad delivery data is in: among groups A, B, and C, Group B had the highest registration rate, and Group C had the highest retention rate,” Wang Zihao reported, staring at the screen, his expression uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced at the data, thought for a moment, then said to Wang Zihao: “Shut down Group A. Continue running Groups B and C, split traffic 50-50. We’ll filter further once new data comes in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it. I’ll meet with Sister Song this afternoon to see if we can create a new, more eye-catching ad material,” Wang Zihao replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded in agreement. Just as he was about to leave, Wang Zihao grabbed his arm: “That senior in 206 is really pretty—what department is she from?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Senior?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen froze, following Wang Zihao’s gaze—he saw Liu Muyan bent over her desk, her figure graceful, gold-rimmed glasses on her face, her profile both pure and adorable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought quickly, suppressing a mischievous grin: “Senior from the 08 Financial Management program. Not bad, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s got that baby face with a killer body, heh—heh, Sen Ge, I think I’m in love.” Wang Zihao grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not love—that’s lusting after her body, you creep!” Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes, staring at Wang Zihao with disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course! The first thing you notice isn’t her soul—what else is there?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao shot back, unashamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If you like her, go after her. What good is telling me? Don’t tell me you’re too scared to even ask for her phone number?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced sideways, voice dripping with mockery, deliberately goading him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pfft—who says I’m scared!” Wang Zihao shot up, striding out with fierce determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After months of training—hawking goods at the big market, dealing with dozens of campus card second-tier agents—he’d grown fearless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen leaned against his desk, smirking, waiting for the show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside Room 208, Wang Zihao’s bravado vanished instantly. Gazing at Liu Muyan’s face, he hesitated, grew shy, unsure how to even greet her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hello, miss, I’m Wang Zihao from the 10th-grade E-commerce class—can we get to know each other?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no—too stiff.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior, hello, I’m the ad group leader at FoxTao—do you have a boyfriend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, no—too direct.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hi, beautiful, I’m Wang Zihao—can I borrow your phone?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then save my number? Wasn’t that too cliché?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Wang Zihao walked, he suddenly stopped. He’d thought of turning back to ask Chen Yansen for help—but caught him shaking his head. He gritted his teeth, summoned courage, and marched straight to Liu Muyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Classmate, do you need something?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Muyan was absorbed in the documents when she felt a breeze pass—then a shadow blocked her view. She looked up, seeing Wang Zihao’s flushed face, and asked curiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, uh, not, uh, Senior, I’m Wang Zihao from the 10th-grade E-commerce class—I was wondering… could I be your boyfriend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao stammered out the words, fidgeting with his nose, scratching his chin—he’d meant to ask if she had a boyfriend, but panicked and blurted the wrong thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>10th-grade E-commerce?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Want to be my boyfriend?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are students today this bold—even teachers aren’t safe?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Muyan’s mind went blank. After a long pause, she pressed her palm to her forehead and sighed wryly: “Wang Zihao, thank you for your… appreciation, but for now, you can only be my student. I’ll treat your earlier words as a joke.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was her first time encountering such a situation. She’d spent minutes carefully choosing her words, afraid of hurting the self-esteem of this dark-skinned boy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Teacher?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a 08 senior?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What the hell is going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao’s mouth hung open. He turned and shot Chen Yansen a furious glare—only to see him covering his mouth, laughing. He instantly realized he’d been tricked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slumping his shoulders, he still couldn’t help asking: “You’re really a teacher? You don’t look it at all—you seem younger than my sister.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, I’m an Accounting lecturer at the Business School. I’ve got work to do—let’s chat another time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Muyan waved the documents slightly, signaling he could leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao politely bid farewell, but his smile vanished the moment he turned—his face grim as he trudged over to Chen Yansen and muttered: “Sen Ge, can you be a human being?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So what if she’s a teacher? If you like her, go for it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sat back, legs crossed, unconcerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Forget it—I’m not brave enough,” Wang Zihao took a deep breath, suppressing the urge to strangle Chen Yansen, and mumbled weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A woman three years older brings gold bricks; a woman thirty years older brings empires. You’re still too young.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen clicked his tongue, smirking teasingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he stood, patted Wang Zihao’s shoulder, and asked: “Want me to ask if Professor Liu has a boyfriend?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Wang Zihao hesitated long before finally squeezing out two words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tsk-tsk-tsk, Zihao—I never thought you’d be like Yang Guo, wanting to become a traitorous disciple.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Chen Yansen froze. He’d thought it was just a joke—but Wang Zihao’s expression revealed genuine seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao looked confused, not understanding Chen Yansen’s meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen ignored him, strolling slowly into Cao Dahua’s office. Ten minutes later, he emerged—but didn’t rush to tell Wang Zihao what he’d learned. Instead, he descended the stairs to the first floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Room 111 to the left, two boys were busy sorting packages, texting recipients to come pick up their parcels at the Entrepreneurship Park, Room 111.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“How’s business?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen asked one of the boys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, Sen Ge! Don’t even ask—less than ten shipments a day, all inbound deliveries. Eight cents per delivery, minus one cent for SMS costs—we’re barely breaking even.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yang tossed the parcel aside and slumped onto a stool, sounding depressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s the rush? You spent five thousand to secure agency rights for four couriers—that’s a steal, don’t you get it? By the time winter and summer breaks roll around, you’ll be dead tired. Just wait!” Chen Yansen sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sen Ge, are you kidding me? Really?” Song Yang jumped up, pleadingly eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Think about it. The three most profitable periods for campus agents are winter break, summer break, and graduation season—just like antique shops: three months without a sale, then one sale feeds you for half a year. Just wait.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, FoxTao’s zero-price slashing module is live—expect at least fifty shipments daily. Be careful when packing—don’t make any mistakes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen explained patiently, then added a specific warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No problem—I’ll price each shipment at agency rate, and I’ve already stocked up on packing boxes,” Song Yang nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just give me a discount. Charge me agency rate? What are you going to eat—air?” Chen Yansen retorted, unimpressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Heh-heh, thanks, Sen Ge,” Song Yang smiled shyly. Though scolded, he felt warmth in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen shook his head and slowly returned to the second floor. As soon as he entered the office, Wang Zihao rushed to ask: “What did you find out?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good news and bad news—which do you want first?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen lifted his water cup, took a sip, then answered slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao opened his mouth to speak—but was interrupted by Zhuang Rui from behind: “Sen Ge, someone completed the iPhone 4 slashing task!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen frowned. His first reaction wasn’t joy—it was intense unease. He knew how critical risk control was for slashing mechanics. For someone to complete it this fast meant either a super-community influencer—or a system exploit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Pengfei, Hu Yun, Zhuang Rui—recheck the ID and IP. Re-verify the request data.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen ordered urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guys, please keep reading~ If you abandon me now, I’m done. Here’s 6,000 characters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1683,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","59ed9398f7126b42576b36d07a6175f530667123d4aa839a125caab5e07b7838","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-56","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-54",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]