Chapter 69: Brand Group Model, Tens of Billions in Inventory (36k Requesting Monthly Votes)

Late at night, Teacher’s Apartment Room 0418.

After bathing, Song Yuncheng lay sideways on the sofa, eyes fixed on Chen Yansen’s door, replaying events from the past two or three months in her mind.

“Chen Yansen, are you asleep?”

Song Yuncheng suddenly asked.

“Asleep.” Chen Yansen’s lazy voice slipped through the door crack.

“I want to know—why are you investing so much in me? Is it because my abilities meet your standards, or is there another reason?” Song Yuncheng spoke hesitantly.

“Half and half.” Chen Yansen answered without hesitation.

“Then what’s the other half?” A flush spread across Song Yuncheng’s pale face.

In the pitch-black living room, her breath caught abruptly; the silence deepened.

“Little girl, don’t come asking questions with answers already in mind.” Chen Yansen rolled over, chuckling teasingly.

“Can’t you just be a good person?” Song Yuncheng’s face burned redder, her mind flooded with images of Chen Yansen taking advantage of her.

“What’s the benefit of being a good person?” Chen Yansen countered.

Song Yuncheng fell silent, saying nothing for a long while. Sleepiness crept over her; her eyelids grew heavier until her head tilted sideways and she sank into deep slumber.

Chen Yansen waited, heard no reply, and sat up in frustration—she was the one who wanted to talk, and now she wouldn’t speak.

He opened his door, and under the moonlight, he saw Song Yuncheng’s state: eyes shut, breathing heavy, one long, pale leg exposed, lips slightly pursed, glistening with moisture.

“Mua—”

Chen Yansen crouched down and pressed a light kiss to her lips, thinking silently: You owe me one.

…

…

“Knock knock knock—! Knock knock knock—!”

The next morning, Song Yuncheng was fast asleep when she vaguely heard someone knocking.

She rubbed her eyes, instinctively walked to the door, and reached to open it—then suddenly snapped awake: this wasn’t her dorm, it was Chen Yansen’s room.

Who was outside?

Song Yuncheng froze, hand suspended midair, breath hushed. Through the peephole, she saw Meng Jie.

Shit.

If Meng Jie saw her in Chen Yansen’s room, she’d never be able to explain it.

“Who is it!”

Chen Yansen shuffled into the living room in slippers, half-asleep, shouting toward the door.

“Chen Yansen, I brought you breakfast!” Meng Jie replied cheerfully.

Hearing Meng Jie’s voice, Chen Yansen wasn’t fazed—he reached for the doorknob.

Song Yuncheng grabbed his hand in panic, shaking her head frantically.

“Don’t open it!” Song Yuncheng whispered like a mosquito, cursing inwardly: Chen Yansen, are you insane?

“We didn’t do anything! Why are you so scared?” Chen Yansen rolled his eyes, whispering back.

“Can I hide in your room?” Song Yuncheng volunteered.

“No! Meng Jie will go into your room. Hide in the bathroom.” Chen Yansen thought for a moment and gave her a hiding spot.

Song Yuncheng had no time to think—she grabbed her clothes and shoes and dashed into the bathroom.

“Creeeak—”

The outer door slowly opened.

“The No. 3 cafeteria just opened a new Zhoulai beef soup stall—I don’t know if it’s authentic, but I bought you some soup dumplings too.”

Meng Jie stepped in, holding a food box.

“Oh, really? I’ll have to try it.” Chen Yansen sniffed the aroma and smiled.

“You clearly just woke up—go brush your teeth and wash your face!” Meng Jie set down the box and pushed Chen Yansen toward the bathroom.

“You eat first—just save me half.” Chen Yansen smiled, fearing Meng Jie might yank open the bathroom door and find Song Yuncheng inside, and gently guided her back to the sofa.

He then walked to the bathroom door, ready to enter, turned the handle several times—but it wouldn’t budge.

You idiot, why did you lock it from inside!

Chen Yansen cursed inwardly.

“What’s wrong? Is the door broken?” Meng Jie noticed, stood up, and moved to check.

“No problem—probably just stuck. I’ll give it some force.” Chen Yansen called out loudly, making sure Song Yuncheng could hear.

*Click!*

The door swung open with an odd sound—Chen Yansen lunged inside in one step and shut it behind him, all in under a second.

“Make her leave!” Song Yuncheng panicked—if Meng Jie found her, even the truth wouldn’t convince her.

“Don’t panic. After breakfast, I’ll take her to the classroom. Then you can leave.” Chen Yansen soothed her softly.

Perhaps from rushing, Song Yuncheng’s white T-shirt had slipped badly to the left—it was an old shirt, collar frayed and distorted, the neckline gaping, revealing a striking, pale, high curve.

“Mm.” Song Yuncheng murmured, but saw no movement from Chen Yansen. She looked up sharply—his gaze was fixed directly on her. She snapped back to reality and hastily adjusted her shirt.

“Stop looking!” Song Yuncheng growled, like a furious little lioness.

“Chen Yansen, your room’s poor soundproofing—I still hear a girl talking!” Meng Jie, in the living room, faintly heard rustling. She didn’t think twice and asked Chen Yansen.

“Probably just thin floorboards.” Chen Yansen wrapped his arm around Song Yuncheng’s waist, making up an excuse.

“Didn’t expect the teacher’s apartment to have such bad construction.” Meng Jie nodded, unconcerned.

“Chen Yansen, let go of me!” Song Yuncheng twisted in his arms, trying to break free—completely unaware her movements only stoked his rising desire.

Chen Yansen lowered his head and kissed her chin, pulling her tighter, as if trying to fuse her into his body.

Song Yuncheng dared not make a sound, letting him do as he pleased—until his warm hands moved upward along her abdomen, and only then did she snap back, gripping his arm desperately.

“Senior, you smell so good.” Chen Yansen whispered into her ear, voice low.

“I’ll tell Meng Jie!” Song Yuncheng shoved him away, speaking fiercely.

“Go ahead!” Chen Yansen grabbed the doorknob and moved to open the bathroom door.

“You’re crazy!” Song Yuncheng frantically stopped him.

“One kiss, and I won’t open the door.” Chen Yansen tapped his lips with a finger, smirking as he made his demand.

“Fine, open it! I don’t believe you’d dare!” Song Yuncheng glared at him, refusing to yield.

*Creeeak—*

Before Song Yuncheng could react, the door swung halfway open—she scrambled back behind it in panic.

“Hmm, this lock’s a bit stiff—better oil it later.” Chen Yansen stood by the door, pretending to inspect the frame, chatting with Meng Jie.

“Forget the door—go brush your teeth and wash your face. The beef soup’ll get cold.” Meng Jie urged.

Chen Yansen nodded slightly and closed the door again.

“Hurry up—or next time I’ll just walk right in.” Chen Yansen added with a threat.

“Stop bullying me, okay?” Song Yuncheng clutched her clothes, huddled by the door, eyes glistening with tears, pleading pitifully.

Chen Yansen’s heart softened—he wiped away her tears, thinking silently: Am I being too much of a beast?

Hell, I was never a good person to begin with!

Chen Yansen snorted, turned, and walked to the sink—finally beginning to brush his teeth and wash his face.

“Song Yuncheng, quit! This job is unbearable—Chen Yansen’s a worse boss than Zhou Bapí.”

“Don’t you like Chen Yansen? He’s tall, handsome, eloquent, and has a mind for making money—staying with him means you’ll never suffer again.”

“Song Yuncheng, he’s a complete scumbag—his girlfriend’s sitting right outside the door. Stop dreaming!”

“What’s wrong with a handsome, rich guy having more than one girlfriend?”

Standing on the tile floor, Song Yuncheng felt two voices battling inside her head, forcing her to choose.

Quit—or keep letting Chen Yansen bully her?

Song Yuncheng’s gaze lost focus; she stood frozen, unaware Chen Yansen had finished washing up and stepped out.

Long after, a cold sensation on her feet jolted her awake—she peered through the door crack: the living room was empty.

She tiptoed out of the bathroom, confirmed Chen Yansen and Meng Jie were gone, then collapsed weakly onto the sofa.

…

…

Entrepreneurship Park, second floor.

Chen Yansen sat at his desk, facing Zhang Wenbo, Xiang Pengfei, Zhuang Rui, Hu Yun, and Meng Xibo.

“The Meites brand group event on the 28th determines whether Fox Taobao can stand out among countless shopping guides. I’m warning you upfront: whoever messes up, I’m docking three months’ bonus.”

Chen Yansen spoke seriously, his expression grave.

“Boss, rest assured!” the group replied in unison.

“Bo Bo, Yi Feng will send you the SOP for Meites’ Taobao customer service Q&A this afternoon—you’ll handle training the support team. Though 90% of the frontline sales pressure is on them, some users will still ask us—fabric materials, types of down jackets, fill weight, etc.—you need to know more than the customers. Understood?” Chen Yansen instructed Meng Xibo.

“Got it!” Meng Xibo replied solemnly.

“Hu Yun, don’t mess up the data tracking and order monitoring. But I’ve always trusted your work.” Chen Yansen patted Hu Yun’s shoulder, smiling in praise.

“Boss, I’ll give you the demo prototype for the brand group by afternoon—I still need to adjust and optimize the floor layout and push logic.” Zhuang Rui volunteered.

“Simplify the path as much as possible—let users reach the event page directly from the homepage. This event is critical—we must give it everything. Oh, and add a link to the event page on the popup’s close button.”

Chen Yansen added.

Add a hyperlink to the close button?

Zhuang Rui froze, dumbfounded—this was a maneuver he’d never imagined.

This is way too shady!

The others exchanged glances, stunned by Chen Yansen’s audacity.

“Go do your work! Why are you staring at me? When you release two down jackets and hoodies with 90% cashback, do you think users will complain about the experience?” Chen Yansen snapped.

A Metersbonwe hoodie priced at 159 yuan returns 143.1 yuan—net cost just 15.9 yuan!

A lightweight down jacket priced at 299 yuan returns 269.1 yuan—net cost only 29.9 yuan!

Perhaps in a decade, under the hyper-competitive e-commerce environment, this wouldn’t be remarkable—but in 2010, a one-tenth discount was a super deal that would drive users into a frenzy.

This involves users’ perception of price: their actual payment is 299 yuan, so in their minds, the down jacket’s true value is 299 yuan; to buy it for 29.9 yuan, they only feel clever, like they’ve scored a massive bargain.

It’s like a smartphone priced at 1999 yuan suddenly sold for 199 yuan—even the most rational person would willingly walk into the consumption trap.

At half past ten, Song Yuncheng finally arrived, clutching a resignation letter, moving slowly to her desk.

*Tap!*

The paper landed in front of Chen Yansen.

“Resign? Have you thought this through?” Chen Yansen picked it up, raised an eyebrow, and looked at Song Yuncheng calmly.

Song Yuncheng said nothing, only nodded slightly.

*Rip—*

Without even looking, Chen Yansen tore the letter to shreds and tossed it into the trash: “Zhuang Rui’s planning a new layout for the brand group’s promotional page. Coordinate with him. Give me the final version before you leave.”

“Chen Yansen, I…” Song Yuncheng opened her mouth, voice hoarse.

“Want your salary docked?” Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes and smiled threateningly.

Song Yuncheng stared straight at him, then sighed deeply, picked up her laptop, and walked toward Zhuang Rui.

Meanwhile, Chen Xu and Zhang Yifeng stood inside Metersbonwe’s main warehouse, staring at mountains of inventory; labels on the boxes showed some items were manufactured as early as 2007.

Only then did they understand why Chen Yansen dared to promise a 70% commission rate!

(End of Chapter)