Chapter 69: Brand Group Model, Billions in Inventory (36k begging for monthly votes)

Late at night, in faculty apartment room 0418.

Song Yuncheng, fresh from a shower, lay on her side on the sofa, eyes fixed on Chen Yansen's door, replaying the events of the past two or three months in her mind.

"Chen Yansen, are you asleep?"

Song Yuncheng suddenly asked.

"Asleep," came Chen Yansen's lazy voice, slipping through the crack in the door.

"I want to know — is the reason you've been so carefully training me because my abilities have met your standard, or is there some other reason?" Song Yuncheng asked haltingly.

"Half of each, I suppose," Chen Yansen replied without a moment's thought.

"And what's the other half?" A flush instantly rose on Song Yuncheng's pale, powdery cheeks.

In the pitch-dark living room, her breathing suddenly caught, and the surroundings grew even quieter.

"Miss, don't come to a question already carrying the answer," Chen Yansen said with a chuckle, rolling over and teasing her.

"C-can't you just be a decent person for once?" Song Yuncheng's face turned an even deeper red, her mind filled with images of Chen Yansen taking liberties with her.

"What's in it for me if I'm a decent person?" Chen Yansen countered.

Song Yuncheng fell silent. For a long while she said nothing; drowsiness crept over her, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier, until at last her head lolled to one side and she sank into a deep sleep.

Chen Yansen waited a good while, heard no reply, and sat up in a fit of annoyance — she was the one who'd wanted to chat, and she was also the one who'd gone silent.

He pulled open his door, and by the moonlight, took in Song Yuncheng's present state — eyes tightly shut, heavy breathing, one long pale leg exposed, lips faintly pursed and gleaming with a dewy luster.

"Mua—"

Chen Yansen crouched down and pressed a light kiss to her lips, thinking to himself: consider this one you owe me.

……

……

"Knock-knock-knock—! Knock-knock-knock—!"

Early the next morning, Song Yuncheng was sleeping soundly when she drowsily heard someone knocking at the door.

She rubbed her eyes and, on instinct, walked to the door. Just as she was about to open it, her mind snapped awake — this wasn't her dorm, it was Chen Yansen's quarters.

Who was outside?

Song Yuncheng's hand froze mid-air, every motion stopping in an instant; she even softened her breathing. Through the peephole, she saw Meng Jie.

Oh no!

If Meng Jie caught sight of her in Chen Yansen's room, no explanation in the world would clear things up.

"Who is it!"

Chen Yansen shuffled in his slippers, bleary-eyed, into the living room and called out toward the door.

"Chen Yansen, I bought you breakfast!" Meng Jie answered with a grin.

Hearing it was Meng Jie's voice, Chen Yansen wasn't flustered in the slightest and reached straight for the door.

Song Yuncheng was so startled she grabbed his hand at once, shaking her head desperately.

"Don't open it!" Song Yuncheng's voice was tiny as a mosquito's, and inwardly she cursed: Chen Yansen, are you out of your mind!

"We haven't done anything — what are you so afraid of!" Chen Yansen rolled his eyes and whispered back.

"S-shall I go hide in your room?" Song Yuncheng offered.

"No way! Meng Jie will definitely check my room — you hide in the bathroom." Chen Yansen thought it over and found Song Yuncheng a hiding spot.

Song Yuncheng had no time to think it over; she gathered her clothes and shoes and dove headfirst into the bathroom.

"Creak—"

The front door slowly opened.

"There's a new Zhoulai beef soup place at Cafeteria Three — I don't know if it's authentic or not. I also picked up an order of soup dumplings."

Meng Jie strode in, lunchbox in hand.

"Oh, really? Then I'll have to try it." Chen Yansen sniffed the aroma and said with a smile.

"I can tell you just woke up — go brush your teeth and wash your face!" Meng Jie set down the food box and pushed Chen Yansen toward the bathroom.

"You go ahead and eat first, just save me half." Worried that Meng Jie might simply pull open the bathroom's wooden door and discover Song Yuncheng inside, Chen Yansen gave a faint smile and coaxed her back to the sofa.

Then he walked to the bathroom door, ready to go in and wash up, but no matter how he turned the handle, it just wouldn't open.

That idiot — she actually locked the door from inside!

Chen Yansen cursed inwardly.

"What's wrong? Is the door broken?" Meng Jie saw this and started to get up to come check.

"Nothing — probably the door frame's a bit tight, I'll just use a little more force." Chen Yansen said loudly, afraid Song Yuncheng wouldn't hear.

*Click* — the door popped open with a strange sound, and Chen Yansen strode into the bathroom in one swift step, then shut the door behind him — the whole thing took less than a second.

The bedroom door swung open strangely at the sound, Chen Yansen lunged into the bathroom in one swift step, then shut the door; the entire process took less than a second.

"Get her out of here, quick!" Song Yuncheng was frantic — if Meng Jie found out, even if she told the plain truth, the other girl would never believe her.

"Don't panic! Once breakfast is done, I'll walk her to the teaching building, and you can leave then." Chen Yansen soothed her in a low voice.

Perhaps from the rush just now, Song Yuncheng's white T-shirt had slipped noticeably to one side. It was an old garment, the collar long since curled and misshapen, gaping at the neckline and revealing a striking curve — pale and full.

"Mm," Song Yuncheng hummed in reply, but Chen Yansen didn't move. She jerked her head up, only to meet his unwavering gaze; realizing what was happening, she hurriedly fixed her clothes.

"Stop looking!" Song Yuncheng growled, like an enraged little lioness.

"Chen Yansen, the soundproofing in your room is terrible — why can I still hear a girl's voice?" Meng Jie in the living room had faintly caught some rustling sounds; without thinking much of it, she asked Chen Yansen about it.

"Probably the floorboards are too thin." Chen Yansen, arm around Song Yuncheng's waist, casually made up a reason.

"I didn't expect the faculty apartments to have such shoddy construction either." Meng Jie nodded, not suspicious at all.

"Chen Yansen, let go of me!" Song Yuncheng squirmed, trying to break free of Chen Yansen's embrace, completely unaware that her struggling was only stoking his fire.

Chen Yansen lowered his head and kissed Song Yuncheng's chin, holding her even tighter with both hands, as if he meant to press her into himself.

Song Yuncheng didn't dare make a sound and could only let Chen Yansen do as he pleased, until a pair of warm large hands moved up along her abdomen, and only then did she come to her senses and desperately grabbed Chen Yansen's arm.

"Senior, you smell so good." Chen Yansen leaned close to her ear and said in a low voice.

"I'm going to tell Meng Jie!" Song Yuncheng flung his hand away and said aggressively.

"Go ahead then!" Chen Yansen grabbed the door handle and was about to open the bathroom door as he spoke.

"Are you crazy!" Song Yuncheng hurriedly stopped him.

"Give me a kiss, and I won't open the door." Chen Yansen tapped his own lips with his finger and proposed the condition with a wicked grin.

"Open it if you dare! I don't believe you'd actually dare!" Song Yuncheng glared at him, refusing to submit.

*Creak—*

Before Song Yuncheng could react, the door was pulled half open, startling her into hurriedly hiding behind it.

"Hmm, this door lock is a bit tight, I'll just put some lubricant on it later." Chen Yansen stood in front of the door, pretending to inspect the door frame while making conversation with Meng Jie.

"Never mind that door, hurry up and brush your teeth and wash your face, the beef soup is going to get cold soon." Meng Jie urged.

Chen Yansen nodded slightly and closed the door again.

"Move faster, or next time I'll just open the door directly." Chen Yansen continued to threaten.

"Stop bullying me, okay?" Song Yuncheng clutched her clothes, shrank against the door, her eyes welling with mist, and pleaded pitifully.

Chen Yansen's heart softened. He raised his hand to wipe the tears from the corner of her eye, thinking to himself: Am I being too much of a beast?

Hey, I was never any kind of good person to begin with!

Chen Yansen snorted coldly, turned around and walked to the washstand, finally starting to brush his teeth and wash his face.

"Song Yuncheng, quit! This job is impossible to do, Chen Yansen this dog of a boss is even more ruthless than Zhou Bapi."

"Don't you like Chen Yansen? He's tall, handsome, speaks well, and has a money-making brain. Following him, you won't have to suffer in the future."

"Song Yuncheng, he's a scoundrel through and through, his girlfriend is sitting right outside the door, stop dreaming!"

"A guy this handsome and good at making money, what's the harm in having one more girlfriend?"

Song Yuncheng stood on the tile floor, feeling as if two people were fighting in her mind, forcing her to make a choice.

Should she quit, or continue letting Chen Yansen bully her?

Song Yuncheng's gaze gradually lost focus, she stood dazed on the spot, not even noticing when Chen Yansen finished washing up and pushed the door open to leave.

After a long while, a cold sensation on her feet jolted her awake. Peeking through the door crack, she saw the living room was empty.

She tiptoed out of the bathroom, confirmed that both Chen Yansen and Meng Jie had left, and immediately went weak in the legs, collapsing onto the sofa.

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Second floor of the startup park.

Chen Yansen sat in his seat, with Zhang Wenbo, Xiang Pengfei, Zhuang Rui, Hu Yun, and Meng Xibo standing opposite him.

The Metersbonwe brand group event on the 28th is about whether Fox Tao can stand out among the numerous e-commerce platforms. Let me say it bluntly upfront—anyone who fails will have three months' bonuses deducted directly.

Chen Yansen said with a solemn expression, earnestly reminding them.

"Brother Sen, don't worry!" the few replied in unison.

"Bobo, Yifeng will send you the Q&A SOP organized by the Metersbonwe Taobao store customer service this afternoon. You're in charge of training the customer service. Although 90% of the front-end sales pressure is on their side, there will definitely still be some users coming to consult us. Questions about fabric materials, types of down jackets, filling weight, etc. —you guys have to know these better than the users, understand?" Chen Yansen instructed Meng Xibo.

"No problem!" Meng Xibo said seriously.

"Hu Yun, the data tracking points and order tracking can't have errors, but I've always been at ease with your work." Chen Yansen patted Hu Yun's shoulder and praised him with a smile.

"Brother Sen, I'll give you the demo prototype for the brand group this afternoon. I still need to adjust and optimize the floor and push logic." Zhuang Rui spoke up proactively.

"Try to simplify the path as much as possible, so users can go directly from the homepage to the event page. This event is very important, we must go all out. By the way, add the event page link directly to the close button on the pop-up."

Chen Yansen added.

Add a hyperlink to the close button?

Zhuang Rui was stunned, his face blank with confusion—this was a wild trick he had never thought of.

Isn't this way too shady?

The few exchanged glances, shocked by Chen Yansen's shamelessness.

"Get to work! What are you looking at me for! When the time comes, we'll take two down jackets and sweatshirts and give back 90% commission on all of them. Do you really think users will still complain about the experience?" Chen Yansen said irritably.

A Metersbonwe sweatshirt, priced at 159 yuan, with 143.1 yuan rebated—the final price is only 15.9 yuan!

A thin down jacket, priced at 299 yuan, with 269.1 yuan rebated—the final price is only 29.9 yuan!

Perhaps in a hyper-competitive e-commerce environment over a decade from now this wouldn't be much, but in 2010, a 10% super price was enough to drive users into a frenzy.

This involves the issue of users' price perception. The actual payment amount is 299 yuan; in their eyes, the true value of this down jacket is 299 yuan. Being able to buy it for 29.9 yuan only makes them feel clever, like they've grabbed a huge bargain.

It's like a 1999 yuan smartphone, priced at only 199 yuan—even the most rational person would willingly fall into the consumption trap.

It wasn't until half past ten that Song Yuncheng arrived slowly. She clutched a resignation letter and moved step by hesitant step to her workstation.

*Tap! *

The paper landed in front of Chen Yansen.

"Resign? Have you thought it through?" Chen Yansen picked it up, raised an eyebrow, and asked calmly as he looked at Song Yuncheng.

Song Yuncheng didn't make a sound, just nodded lightly.

*Rip—*

Chen Yansen didn't even look at it, casually tore the letter to shreds and tossed it into the trash can: "Zhuang Rui plans to put out another version of the brand group event page style. Coordinate with him, and give me the final plan before end of work."

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

"Want your wages docked?" Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes and threatened with a smile.

Song Yuncheng stared straight at him, finally let out a long sigh, picked up her computer, and walked toward Zhuang Rui's side.

At the same time, Chen Xu and Zhang Yifeng were in the large warehouse of the Metersbonwe headquarters, looking at the mountain of inventory. The label information on the boxes showed that some of the goods were even produced in 2007.

They finally understood why Chen Yansen dared to demand a 70% commission rate!

(End of this chapter)