[{"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-66":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},2264279,4419,"Chapter 66: Brother Bin, Our Nephew Made the Newspaper (31k Read Count)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-66",66,"\u003Cp>On the second floor of the entrepreneurship park, lights blazed like daylight, and voices buzzed loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The conference screen in Room 206 had been pushed to the center of the corridor, where all members of Fox Tao —Tang Qingshan, several deans, Cao Dahua, and others—gathered tightly together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With only ten minutes left until midnight, Chen Yansen hadn’t expected Fox Tao ’s first participation in an e-commerce platform’s big sale to generate such a huge stir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d planned to head back early and rest, but Tang Qingshan and the deans refused, insisting on staying up until midnight to witness the full Double Eleven data firsthand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Class monitor, the hotel’s booked—we can head straight there after work,” Xu Xingxing squeezed through the crowd and whispered to Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Announce it in the project group,” Chen Yansen nodded slightly, then added.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dorm gate closed at ten; with Tang Qingshan and the deans present, they could return to their rooms anytime, but showers were a problem—could they really make everyone wash with cold water?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So Chen Yansen had already instructed Xu Xingxing to book over twenty rooms, ensuring everyone had a comfortable place to rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xingxing nodded and pulled out her phone to draft a message.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Order volume: 297,000!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Total sales: 18.69 million!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At midnight, a roar of cheers erupted on the second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone’s eyes sparkled—these staggering sales figures far exceeded their wildest imaginations, and they felt deep pride in having helped create them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen, well done! Next year’s university entrepreneurship competition, if you take second place, no one will dare claim first,” Tang Qingshan clapped Chen Yansen on the shoulder, beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks entirely to your support and cultivation, Principal Tang—Fox Tao  will keep pushing forward and bring glory to Xucheng College…” Chen Yansen replied with practiced ease, his few words hitting Tang Qingshan’s sweet spot and leaving him thoroughly satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After seeing Tang Qingshan and the others out the door, Chen Yansen turned back to the second floor and found everyone staring at him expectantly—he knew if he didn’t say something, these greenhorns wouldn’t sleep a wink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hu Yun, what’s our gross margin left?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, Chen Yansen asked Hu Yun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, gross margin’s 3.9%—our gross profit yesterday was 729,000!” Hu Yun answered immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s late—short version: tomorrow morning’s off. Also, I’ll distribute 200,000 as this month’s bonus. Next goal: 100,000 daily orders, monthly sales over 100 million. Hit it, and the bonus doubles!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen crossed his arms and dropped the words casually, but they hit like a bomb—everyone burst into cheers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shh!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen signaled for silence, then waved his hand, telling everyone to shut down their computers and head to the hotel to sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, you going back to the dorm or the hotel? I’ve got Wenbo, Pengfei, Zhuang Rui, and Xu Xingxing heading out for barbecue—coming?” Wang Zihao strolled over with a grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nah, you guys go,” Chen Yansen glanced at his watch—it was already 12:30 a.m.—he had zero interest in eating barbecue with a bunch of idiots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Aw, I already told them you’d come. Give the bros some face,” Wang Zihao lowered his voice, pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Call me Dad first!” Chen Yansen said sternly, dead serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad!” Wang Zihao hesitated a second, then shouted it without shame—his expression suggested he’d yell it louder if Chen Yansen wasn’t satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You shameless bastard—I give up on you!” Chen Yansen blinked, torn between annoyance and amusement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this life, under his deliberate cultivation, Wang Zihao had developed a touch of the rogue’s spirit—he wouldn’t crumble and jump off a building next time he got dumped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the entrepreneurship park’s lights went dark, a sea of people streamed out toward the campus gates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gatekeeper had already been warned by Cao Dahua—he didn’t ask questions or block them, just cheerfully opened the gate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ding ling ling—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the barbecue stall, Chen Yansen had just sat down when his phone rang—an unknown number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who is it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calling me at this hour?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen thought for a few seconds, then pressed answer: “Who is this?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Chen, I’m from the A-Li Alliance. On behalf of the group, thank you for Fox Tao ’s support of the Shuangshiyi  event. Are you available on November 16? We’d like to invite you to our Channel Recognition Ceremony.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young voice on the other end, after brief pleasantries, got straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Channel Recognition Ceremony?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes, thought it over, and instantly understood their intent—industry networking events like this were golden opportunities to expand resources and connections. Without hesitation, he agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, who was that? Come drink!” Wang Zihao called out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hung up, returned to his seat, bit into a skewer, and lightly clinked glasses with the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Wenbo, Xiang Pengfei, Zhuang Rui, and Xu Xingxing—compared to his past startup team, they lacked experience and social polish, but their passion and resilience surprised him greatly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, I’ll hand you the CRM system requirements doc tomorrow,” Zhuang Rui downed his beer and spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Guaranteed online by month-end,” Zhang Wenbo and Xiang Pengfei chimed in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No work talk—let’s talk girls. Wenbo, did you not date a single girl in four years of college?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen waved off work talk and changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was only a freshman, yet carried himself like a senior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, stop teasing me—Pengfei’s the expert here,” Zhang Wenbo blushed and shoved Xiang Pengfei forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Judging by you, you’re a Xiao Chunan—college girls are everywhere. While you’re young, date a few—how else will you know what kind suits you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled faintly, teasing with a glint in his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, you clearly know your way around women—share some tips?” Zhuang Rui raised his cup, grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Same as writing requirements docs—date a few, and experience comes naturally,” Chen Yansen replied offhandedly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What experience did he have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With his tall, handsome looks and status as a Shanghai billionaire entrepreneur, girls threw themselves at him—good and bad, he’d tried them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, he found the bad ones were the most fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xingxing watched Chen Yansen, sipping her beer slowly—boys were more interesting when they were a little bad; Chen Yansen, powerful yet emotionally careless, was deeply attractive to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact he had a girlfriend? She’d already ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An hour later, Chen Yansen ended the drinking session; the group staggered toward the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next day, Chen Yansen slept until 10:30 a.m., then went to the hotel lobby and saw Xu Xingxing checking out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Class monitor, you lock your hotel room door at night?” Xu Xingxing turned, looked at him with a pained expression, and whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What else? Guys traveling alone need to protect themselves. But how did you know I locked it?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen answered instinctively, then asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I guessed!” Xu Xingxing’s face changed, hastily making up an excuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You weren’t planning to sneak into my room last night, were you?” Chen Yansen smirked. “You should’ve said something—I wouldn’t have locked it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way! Class monitor, I’ve got to go back to the dorm first,” Xu Xingxing said, then hurried off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t dwell on it—he handed his key to the front desk, ate a bowl of chicken-thread rice porridge at the entrance, and strolled slowly back to Room 0418.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, the three major portals were flooded with news about Taobao’s Double Eleven sales.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Single-day sales: one billion!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That number might be trivial over a decade later, but in 2010, it stunned 400 million internet users—no one imagined e-commerce had grown this far!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Occasionally, news reports mentioned Fox Tao — as the leading domestic guide-commerce platform, it had contributed 20 million in sales the day before, a result that stunned everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially when people learned Fox Tao ’s founder was only an 18-year-old freshman—the major news sites erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That afternoon, even The Youth Daily published Chen Yansen and Fox Tao ’s startup story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eighteen-year-old college student, Tencent million-dollar venture investment, zero to millions of users in two months, 20 million in Double Eleven sales—this combination instantly pushed Chen Yansen to trending.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Cheng Ou’s “I speak for myself” hadn’t appeared yet; Chen Yansen’s rags-to-riches tale was far more representative, and he became a media darling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across the country, college students, inspired by Chen Yansen, grew increasingly accepting of guide-commerce and Fox Tao —users who had registered but never ordered completed their first rebate purchase by mid-October.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That afternoon, Chen Yansen sat at his desk, his phone ringing nonstop—sometimes a reporter from The Hui’an Daily wanted an exclusive interview, sometimes the editor of The Hui’an Youth Daily invited him for a cover story, even Hui’an Economic Channel called, asking him to appear on a talk show.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wasn’t fussy—this free publicity from print and TV media was pure traffic for Fox Tao . He didn’t hesitate—he accepted every offer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over a decade later, even top business tycoons couldn’t resist chasing heat and traffic on Douyin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he felt zero guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen first gave the reporter an interview, then posed for a cover shoot; the economic channel’s talk show was scheduled for late November—he’d already promised A-Li he’d attend the channel recognition ceremony in Hangcheng on the 16th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hundreds of miles away, in Chunshen Town, the State Guest Bookstore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Bin, our nephew’s on the newspaper—take a look!” The owner of the photo studio next door walked in holding a newspaper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the cover of The Hui’an Youth Daily was a half-body photo of Chen Yansen: a black shirt, three-quarters of his face exposed, a mischievous smirk on his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just by that face, this issue of The Hui’an Youth Daily sold six thousand extra copies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fox Tao  founder?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Business genius earning tens of millions a year?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Guobin took the paper, utterly bewildered: Is this talking about my son?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1645,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","ce4e71ee290c51a56f41604b9f170e415fa5e453444e1bd024b2440d38d521c8","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-67","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-65",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]