Chapter 77: Add Points! Terrifying Power! (33k)

Innovation Park, second floor.

Li Bin looked across at Chen Yansen and felt an inexplicable pressure; though Chen was only a freshman and he was a junior, he felt as tense as if facing a senior family member or a department head.

Upon hearing Chen Yansen’s question, he instinctively replied: “Currently F3. At my shopping frequency, I’ll reach F4 within half a year.”

Chen Yansen’s expression turned strange.

Know that FoxTao F3 users must place orders totaling at least 10,000 yuan, while F4 users need over 100,000 yuan.

This guy named Li Bin clearly came from a wealthy family, yet he showed up for an interview for a position paying only 3,000 yuan a month as a price comparison editor—it left him baffled.

“The price comparison editor role has low entry barriers but high potential; future career paths include category operations manager or user experience optimizer. I need someone who can work stably over the long term...”

Chen Yansen scanned Li Bin’s attire and spoke in a calm tone.

“Brother Sen, as long as you don’t fire me, I’ll work for FoxTao for life,” Li Bin grinned, quickly declaring his loyalty, his face brimming with youthful enthusiasm and determination.

For life?

Young people love to brag!

“Report tomorrow. Welcome to FoxTao.”

Chen Yansen stood up, patted Li Bin on the shoulder, and smiled as he saw him out of the interview room.

“Next.” Chen Yansen called out to Xu Dan.

He had just sat back down when he spotted a familiar face walking in—the top campus card salesperson of 2010 at Xucheng Telecom.

Li Hui adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly: “Brother Sen, long time no see.”

“I know your abilities. FoxTao’s business development role differs from other e-commerce companies: 90% diligence plus 10% emotional intelligence can land you a top sales position. Hope you adapt quickly.”

Chen Yansen waved his hand, skipping unnecessary formalities, and directly sent Li Hui the offer notice.

At this stage, even if you tied a dog that could type beside a computer, you could still secure merchants—let alone Li Hui, who was sharp-witted, had prior campus card agency experience, lacked moral scruples, and was born for sales.

The only thing to watch out for was him taking advantage to embezzle money.

“Thank you, Brother Sen! I’ll work hard to help you make money,” Li Hui bowed repeatedly, showing none of the timid, shy demeanor typical of college students.

He hadn’t expected Chen Yansen to hire him so quickly, without even asking any questions.

“That’s not right,” Chen Yansen smiled faintly. “Helping me make money won’t give you motivation—you need to help yourself make money.”

Business development had a base salary of 3,000 yuan per month, plus a 3% gross profit commission; if monthly performance exceeded 300,000 yuan, the commission rose to 4%, and if it exceeded 500,000 yuan, it became 5%.

Li Hui grinned broadly, then went out to find Xu Dan to leave his contact information.

“Relying solely on these college students won’t cut it. I need to poach some merchant assistants from JD, Yiguo, and Taobao, or recruit directly from brands,” Chen Yansen sighed softly, pondering inwardly.

Category operations managers at major platforms each controlled hundreds of merchant resources; hiring ten people and cycling through those resources could instantly boost FoxTao’s merchant CRM numbers by thousands.

Greatly shorten development time!

After thinking it through, Chen Yansen mentally noted it down, planning to have Xu Dan register on job sites and launch FoxTao’s external recruitment.

As for whether he could actually hire anyone—he wasn’t worried at all. If the pay was high enough, who wouldn’t come?

After the morning interviews ended, Chen Yansen called Xu Dan over, gave him a few instructions, then headed toward Room 0418.

With November’s salary disbursed, prompts for increasing Human Flame kept flashing before his eyes; within just a few seconds, the panel value rose to 18, indicating FoxTao’s labor cost last month was 180,000 yuan.

It didn’t seem like much, but after deducting the part-time wages of ten customer service staff, the remaining thirty-plus employees averaged over 5,000 yuan each—in 2010’s Xucheng, that was no small sum.

“System! Add points!”

Chen Yansen walked into the living room and unhesitatingly focused his will on the Constitution stat.

No sooner had he spoken than a bone-chilling cold swept over him; a wisp of white vapor, like drifting smoke, shot into his brow and fused instantly with his flesh, blood, and bones, unleashing terrifying energy.

“Gul-dong—gul-dong—!”

Blood surged violently into his heart, then rushed through every limb and organ; a powerful sensation of strength filled his entire body.

When the physical changes subsided, Chen Yansen pulled out a measuring tape and deliberately measured his height—still 1.86 meters, unchanged.

“Damn it! Looks like this is my height limit. If I keep adding points and my height keeps growing, in another two years I’ll turn into a monster.”

Chen Yansen exhaled in relief, secretly grateful.

Constitution rose to 1.67!

According to the system, the human limit was 3—so with 1.67, how strong would his strength, reaction, and endurance be?

Thinking of this, Chen Yansen grew curious. Adding points without knowing the effects was useless. He went downstairs, ate lunch, then went alone to a gym off campus.

“Student, do you have a membership card?” The receptionist girl looked up at Chen Yansen, her eyes brightening as she smiled warmly.

Men love beautiful women; women love handsome men too!

“No,” Chen Yansen shook his head.

“No problem—I’ll give you a free week trial pass. Try it out for a few days, then decide whether to sign up.” The girl was enthusiastic, handing him the card.

“Oh, thanks.” Chen Yansen took the card, swiped it at the entrance, and stepped inside.

“Click!”

A camera shutter sounded behind him—unusually loud.

Chen Yansen turned around and saw the receptionist girl holding her phone, grinning awkwardly.

“Handsome guy, I accidentally pressed the wrong button—do you believe me?” She laughed nervously; the excuse was terrible.

Chen Yansen nodded, paid no further attention, and kept walking.

He was focused solely on testing his physical changes—no time for flirting.

After he walked in, the receptionist girl quickly logged onto QQ and sent the photo to her friend: “Yao Yao, come to the gym! I found a perfect-looking guy!”

On the other side.

Chen Yansen entered the gym and noticed the equipment was all outdated: three treadmills, six stationary bikes, two bench press machines, and plenty of barbells and dumbbells.

Perhaps because it was afternoon, few people were around; a boy in a tank top was doing fly motions with dumbbells.

Chen Yansen walked over to the barbell, glanced at the weights: the 2.2-meter bar weighed 20 kilograms, with 60 kilograms on each side—totaling 140 kilograms, nearly the strength limit of an average person.

He bent down, gripped the bar with both hands, and lifted it effortlessly.

“Too light! No feeling at all!”

Chen Yansen muttered.

Nearby lay more weight plates—he added two 20-kilogram plates.

“Lift!”

Chen Yansen grunted, his arm muscles bulging, stretching his shirt taut.

The boy doing flys nearby, seeing Chen Yansen lift 180 kilograms without effort, immediately dropped his dumbbells and came over.

He sized up Chen Yansen: dress shirt, dress pants, sneakers—acting like a business guy doing casual fitness.

No belt, no knee pads, no gloves—not even a lifting strap.

A raw 180-kilogram deadlift was already above average for amateurs; and with no gear, Chen Yansen’s level was even more impressive.

“Bro, you’re good! Why aren’t you wearing sportswear?” Hu Yongfan, who had been holding back questions, helped load the plates as he asked.

“Uh, rushed out, didn’t change clothes.” Chen Yansen glanced down—his outfit did look suspiciously like he was showing off.

“Add another 40 kilograms?” Hu Yongfan ventured.

Chen Yansen was slim; his long-sleeved shirt hid his frame, making him look tall and thin—lifting 220 kilograms wouldn’t be easy.

Chen Yansen said nothing, grabbed the bar firmly, and exploded upward.

Five 20-kilogram plates hung on each side—four hundred jin of weight bent the bar.

Bent down. Rose up. One fluid motion.

Chen Yansen’s neck veins bulged; the button on his sleeve popped with a sharp “tap”; tendons in his wrists twisted; in an instant, blood surged, his face turning crimson.

“Lift, damn it!”

Chen Yansen roared.

The barbell, weighing over four hundred jin, was lifted clean off the ground!

Hu Yongfan stared, dumbfounded. In 2010, fitness culture was nowhere near as developed as it would be a decade later; though many people trained, most focused on shaping, not strength. He’d never seen anyone come in and immediately stack on weight like Chen Yansen.

“Clang!”

Chen Yansen dropped the barbell, gasping for breath, blood rushing, heart pounding, steam rising from his head.

“Bro! Awesome! You’re from Xucheng College too? Let me introduce myself—I’m Hu Yongfan, Civil Engineering ’08.” Hu Yongfan beamed, enthusiastically extending his hand.

“10th year, Cultural Communication, Chen Yansen.” Chen Yansen caught his breath and replied softly.

Cultural Communication?

I thought you were from the Sports Academy lifting weights!

Hu Yongfan was stunned, inwardly awed, staring at Chen Yansen as if he wanted to rip open his shirt and inspect him.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen stepped back instinctively, thinking: Of course—in the gym, being strong attracts guys.

“Shit! Bro, don’t misunderstand—I’m straight!” Hu Yongfan instantly got it and hurried to explain.

He shouldn’t have explained!

The moment he did, Chen Yansen stepped back another step.

“You adding more weight?” Hu Yongfan sighed helplessly, smiling wryly.

“Might as well try—I’ve still got some left.” Chen Yansen considered and replied.

“You’re insane! I’ve been coming here three years—there’ve been guys who deadlifted 220 kilograms, but never one wearing a suit like you.” Hu Yongfan marveled.

One minute later, the barbell reached 260 kilograms—a weight so high it would qualify as professional even overseas.

Seeing Chen Yansen attempt a raw deadlift, Hu Yongfan shouted: “Bro, I’ve got a belt and knee pads—use mine! If you injure your muscles, recovery takes forever.”

Chen Yansen paused—he realized the logic. He only wanted to test the limit of 1.67, not to show off.

He nodded and readily accepted the other’s protective gear.

People jogging and cycling nearby, hearing the commotion, gathered around—including the front desk girl, who this time held up her phone openly, hiding among the crowd to record video.

Chen Yansen paid no mind; he gripped the bar with both hands, palms facing up and down, and surged upward with all his strength under everyone’s gaze.

The bar bent under the weight of over five hundred jin, its joints groaning with a creaking sound.

As Chen Yansen pulled upward with force, the barbell slowly rose, clearing his shins, then his knees, and finally, with a sharp thrust of his lower back, he lifted it clean off the ground.

“Holy shit! This guy looks under ninety kilos, yet he deadlifts 260 kilos? What a beast!”

“If he punched me with that, he’d shatter me to pieces!”

“Wearing a suit and doing deadlifts? I crown him the #1 dresser of the Virtual Academy!”

The onlookers whispered among themselves.

“Clang!”

Chen Yansen dropped the barbell, gasping for breath, his face flushed red—he had clearly reached his limit.

This system has some real power!

At just 1.67 meters, he’s this strong—what if he were 167? He’d punch Superman to dust!

Chen Yansen clenched his fist, finally finding meaning in starting over.

(End of Chapter)