[{"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-58":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},2264271,4419,"Chapter 58: The Night Before Arriving in Shencheng (33k Request for Follow)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-58",58,"\u003Cp>Dusk settled heavily, the autumn wind cool, carrying a hint of chill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the entrance of Xucheng Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen checked the time, about to pull out his phone, when he saw Song Yuncheng running up, panting, a dusty brown backpack on her back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Take the suitcase—we’ll take a cab to Pengcheng first, we’re pressed for time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen shoved the suitcase toward Song Yuncheng, and before she could respond, he stepped to the curb and began hailing a cab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn it, why hasn’t the ride-hailing app gone live yet?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several taxis in a row were occupied; Chen Yansen couldn’t help cursing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng, backpack on her back, dragging the suitcase like a servant, wiped sweat from her face and asked curiously, “Why are we going to Pengcheng? Aren’t we heading to Shencheng?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xucheng has no airport—we have to go to Pengcheng first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen turned to look her over, then added, “Your outfit won’t cut it—you won’t even get past the door. If you want to make it in this industry, you need proper gear. Right now, you look like a poor, overworked office girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I am an overworked office girl.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng didn’t argue; she answered matter-of-factly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You want to be one for life?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen shot back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng fell silent. She wasn’t stupid—she understood exactly what he meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she couldn’t bring herself to let go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She’d heard Xu Xingxing say Chen Yansen’s cheapest shirt cost at least eight hundred yuan—equivalent to two months of her living expenses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who wouldn’t want to look sharp? But it takes money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hailing a cab, Chen Yansen got in first and told the driver, “To Pengcheng Guanyin Airport—get there by 8:30. I’ll give you another hundred.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Got it, sir. Don’t worry—if I’m even a minute late, I’ll give you a hundred back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trip was over a hundred kilometers—already a big fare—and with the tip, the driver grinned and promised without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen, I’m just a UI designer. Why did you bring me on this business trip?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hesitating a long while, Song Yuncheng asked hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t like the way you look—I just feel like messing with you. Is that not enough?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen leaned back in his seat, casually teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmph! Chen the Skinflint!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng muttered under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I told you—I’ve got sharp ears. Are you insulting me? I’m doing you a favor. You want to earn your own money? I’m training you. Do you think being a UI designer alone will get you anywhere in this world?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because he was holding back anger, Chen Yansen’s tone was unusually sharp today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Boss Chen, for your great generosity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng bowed slightly, gritted her teeth to say thanks, and instinctively touched the side pocket of her bag—where a hard, brick-like object lay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Remembering Chen Yansen’s past behavior, Song Yuncheng had wrestled with herself before deciding to accompany him on this trip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wake me when we get there. I’m going to nap.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen yawned, closed his eyes, and within minutes, began snoring softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miss, your boyfriend has great sleep quality!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After getting on the highway, the taxi driver naturally started chatting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t heard Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng’s earlier conversation—otherwise he wouldn’t have asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Driver, you’re mistaken—he’s not my boyfriend,” Song Yuncheng quickly denied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he’s not your boyfriend, then what is he?” The driver, a chatterbox, grinned and pressed. He assumed she was shy and teased her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He’s my boss,” Song Yuncheng answered honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boss?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver, surprised by this unexpected reply, thought for a moment, then fell silent. If someone would make up such a ridiculous excuse just to avoid talking, he’d be rude to press further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour and a half later, precisely at 8:28 p.m.—two minutes ahead of Chen Yansen’s deadline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen paid, then strode toward the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng, dragging her bags, hurried after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Get your ID. Head to D70 for check-in.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the first security checkpoint, Chen Yansen told Song Yuncheng, and briefly explained the boarding process.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After half an hour of bustle, they got their boarding passes and sat down in the D70 waiting area.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“First time on a plane?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her nervous expression, Chen Yansen suddenly asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mm.” Song Yuncheng kept her head down, lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I recommend a movie—guaranteed to calm you down before takeoff.” Chen Yansen’s eyes flickered, barely holding back a grin, pulled out his phone, fiddled with it, and handed it to Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watch a movie?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng looked puzzled. She was indeed nervous—always uneasy about flying ten thousand meters up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without thinking, she took his phone and stared intently at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As she watched, she noticed something odd—until the plane in the film suddenly exploded, jolting her awake. She realized Chen Yansen had tricked her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the ten-year-old movie had strong thrills and suspense; even though she was scared, she forced herself to finish it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Now I’m even more afraid to fly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng returned the phone, sighed deeply, and spoke timidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I showed you ‘Final Destination’ to tell you plane crashes are extremely rare—you’d go three or five years without one in real life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen lied with a straight face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re just being malicious,” Song Yuncheng didn’t believe him for a second. She wanted to touch the brick for comfort, but remembered she’d checked it in because of the bag.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ladies and gentlemen, flight BOEING HU7730 to Shencheng Anbao Airport is now boarding. Please prepare your documents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The announcement echoed through the terminal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen tapped Song Yuncheng, signaling her to join the queue. The late-night flight had few passengers; within minutes, they crossed the jetway and found their seats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their seats were in the first row of economy—no fold-down tray tables, but plenty of legroom to stretch out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng sat by the window, glanced outside, then quickly turned away, breathing deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plane began taxiing, then lifted off—the roar filled her ears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The familiar sound instantly brought back the movie’s scenes. Her feet were on the ground, yet she felt weightless. In panic, she clutched Chen Yansen’s hand like a lifeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Are you taking advantage of me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen frowned, feigning annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me hold on—I’m scared,” Song Yuncheng whispered, lips pale, regretting the movie. It was great, but she shouldn’t have watched it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mind was flooded with images of exploding planes and the film’s victims, each marked by Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll get used to it after a few flights,” Chen Yansen said offhandedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng was terrified—without her familiar brick, without the solid ground beneath her—she shut her eyes and gripped his hand tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Two more hours till landing. I’m sleeping.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled brightly, pulled her head into his chest, and pressed it down. Song Yuncheng, startled, didn’t dare resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how fierce a wildcat, it’s still a cat—not a tiger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen thought, inhaling her faint scent—the clean, slightly spicy aroma of cypress wood, then warm, soothing wood fragrance—and drifted back to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen, you sleep like a pig.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lying in Chen Yansen’s arms, Song Yuncheng’s thoughts scattered—her hometown, her brother—but the steady thump of his heartbeat pulled her back to reality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scent reminded her of cypress wood from home—clean, slightly spicy, then warm and calming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unconsciously, Song Yuncheng fell asleep, breathing heavily, utterly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the flight attendant turned on the lights and pushed the meal cart over, Chen Yansen opened his eyes—only to see Song Yuncheng’s mouth open, drooling on his shirt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled out a tissue, wiped it clean, then shook her awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? Why’s your shirt wet?” Song Yuncheng looked at her handiwork, asking instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wipe your drool off first,” Chen Yansen said with disgust, handing her another tissue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh—boss, sorry,” Song Yuncheng wiped her mouth, her face flushing crimson to her ears, mortified, her toes curling in shame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen ignored her, asked the nearby flight attendant for two meals, and tossed one to Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tomorrow we meet the Penguin Compliance Department head. When we get to the hotel, prepare the FoxTao PR materials, and think about what you’ll say as the Chairman’s Assistant.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen ate while reminding Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m now the Chairman’s Assistant too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng smiled bitterly, nodded, her eyebrows knotted tightly—Chen Yansen’s demand weighed heavily on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At 5:55 a.m., the plane landed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing at baggage claim, Chen Yansen frowned: “You only have one backpack—why did you check it in? Did you pack a brick inside?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah!? No no, it’s my first flight—I didn’t know!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Caught off guard, Song Yuncheng felt uneasy, laughed nervously, and denied it quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they arrived at the hotel by cab, it was already 1:30 a.m.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hotel’s gilded exterior, the azure outdoor pool, the luxurious lobby—Song Yuncheng froze, stunned. “Boss Chen, maybe we should switch hotels? This one looks too expensive.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not paying—stop worrying.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen reached out and took her ID card, quickly completing the check-in procedures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the elevator reached the top floor and they entered the room did Song Yuncheng realize there was only one large bed inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flashing through her mind were suggestive scenes; she stared blankly at Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why are you staring at me? You sleep on the sofa!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, remember to prepare the documents.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen dragged his suitcase into the bedroom; it was a luxury suite, and even the sofa was larger than the beds at Xu City Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, can we organize the documents tomorrow? It’s already one-thirty,” Song Yuncheng tried to negotiate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If anyone else said that, I’d fire them outright,” Chen Yansen replied with a smile before closing the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Boss, I’ll get everything organized.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Startled, Song Yuncheng quickly pulled out her laptop and got to work, silently cursing Chen Yansen in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew his nature well—even if he wouldn’t fire her, he’d definitely dock her pay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Song Yuncheng looked exhausted, trudging behind Chen Yansen with her laptop and documents, her face etched with signs of suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Smile! Or I’ll dock your pay!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen turned around and warned her harshly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, I’ll smile,” Song Yuncheng pressed her lips together and forced a grin, while internally raging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen had scheduled the meeting for 10 a.m., but before heading to Penguin, they had to make a detour; he glanced at Song Yuncheng and shook his head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1736,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","668b0efbf5923d9679eee87dfbb51c8e9f382cbf5c1526cc8180be96b61c6a9c","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-59","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-57",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]