[{"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-77":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},2264290,4419,"Chapter 77: Add Points! Terrifying Power! (33k)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-77",77,"\u003Cp>Innovation Park, second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Upon hearing Chen Yansen’s question, he instinctively replied: “Currently F3. At my shopping frequency, I’ll reach F4 within half a year.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s expression turned strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Know that FoxTao F3 users must place orders totaling at least 10,000 yuan, while F4 users need over 100,000 yuan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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...”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen scanned Li Bin’s attire and spoke in a calm tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For life?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young people love to brag!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Report tomorrow. Welcome to FoxTao.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stood up, patted Li Bin on the shoulder, and smiled as he saw him out of the interview room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next.” Chen Yansen called out to Xu Dan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had just sat back down when he spotted a familiar face walking in—the top campus card salesperson of 2010 at Xucheng Telecom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hui adjusted his glasses and smiled warmly: “Brother Sen, long time no see.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen waved his hand, skipping unnecessary formalities, and directly sent Li Hui the offer notice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing to watch out for was him taking advantage to embezzle money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected Chen Yansen to hire him so quickly, without even asking any questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s not right,” Chen Yansen smiled faintly. “Helping me make money won’t give you motivation—you need to help yourself make money.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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%.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Li Hui grinned broadly, then went out to find Xu Dan to leave his contact information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Greatly shorten development time!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for whether he could actually hire anyone—he wasn’t worried at all. If the pay was high enough, who wouldn’t come?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the morning interviews ended, Chen Yansen called Xu Dan over, gave him a few instructions, then headed toward Room 0418.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“System! Add points!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen walked into the living room and unhesitatingly focused his will on the Constitution stat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gul-dong—gul-dong—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood surged violently into his heart, then rushed through every limb and organ; a powerful sensation of strength filled his entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the physical changes subsided, Chen Yansen pulled out a measuring tape and deliberately measured his height—still 1.86 meters, unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen exhaled in relief, secretly grateful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Constitution rose to 1.67!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to the system, the human limit was 3—so with 1.67, how strong would his strength, reaction, and endurance be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Student, do you have a membership card?” The receptionist girl looked up at Chen Yansen, her eyes brightening as she smiled warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Men love beautiful women; women love handsome men too!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No,” Chen Yansen shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, thanks.” Chen Yansen took the card, swiped it at the entrance, and stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Click!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A camera shutter sounded behind him—unusually loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen turned around and saw the receptionist girl holding her phone, grinning awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Handsome guy, I accidentally pressed the wrong button—do you believe me?” She laughed nervously; the excuse was terrible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded, paid no further attention, and kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was focused solely on testing his physical changes—no time for flirting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps because it was afternoon, few people were around; a boy in a tank top was doing fly motions with dumbbells.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent down, gripped the bar with both hands, and lifted it effortlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Too light! No feeling at all!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearby lay more weight plates—he added two 20-kilogram plates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lift!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grunted, his arm muscles bulging, stretching his shirt taut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy doing flys nearby, seeing Chen Yansen lift 180 kilograms without effort, immediately dropped his dumbbells and came over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sized up Chen Yansen: dress shirt, dress pants, sneakers—acting like a business guy doing casual fitness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No belt, no knee pads, no gloves—not even a lifting strap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A raw 180-kilogram deadlift was already above average for amateurs; and with no gear, Chen Yansen’s level was even more impressive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, rushed out, didn’t change clothes.” Chen Yansen glanced down—his outfit did look suspiciously like he was showing off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Add another 40 kilograms?” Hu Yongfan ventured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was slim; his long-sleeved shirt hid his frame, making him look tall and thin—lifting 220 kilograms wouldn’t be easy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said nothing, grabbed the bar firmly, and exploded upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five 20-kilogram plates hung on each side—four hundred jin of weight bent the bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bent down. Rose up. One fluid motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Lift, damn it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barbell, weighing over four hundred jin, was lifted clean off the ground!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen dropped the barbell, gasping for breath, blood rushing, heart pounding, steam rising from his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“10th year, Cultural Communication, Chen Yansen.” Chen Yansen caught his breath and replied softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cultural Communication?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I thought you were from the Sports Academy lifting weights!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yongfan was stunned, inwardly awed, staring at Chen Yansen as if he wanted to rip open his shirt and inspect him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Chen Yansen stepped back instinctively, thinking: Of course—in the gym, being strong attracts guys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shit! Bro, don’t misunderstand—I’m straight!” Hu Yongfan instantly got it and hurried to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shouldn’t have explained!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he did, Chen Yansen stepped back another step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You adding more weight?” Hu Yongfan sighed helplessly, smiling wryly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Might as well try—I’ve still got some left.” Chen Yansen considered and replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One minute later, the barbell reached 260 kilograms—a weight so high it would qualify as professional even overseas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen paused—he realized the logic. He only wanted to test the limit of 1.67, not to show off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nodded and readily accepted the other’s protective gear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bar bent under the weight of over five hundred jin, its joints groaning with a creaking sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>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.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Holy shit! This guy looks under ninety kilos, yet he deadlifts 260 kilos? What a beast!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If he punched me with that, he’d shatter me to pieces!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wearing a suit and doing deadlifts? I crown him the #1 dresser of the Virtual Academy!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The onlookers whispered among themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen dropped the barbell, gasping for breath, his face flushed red—he had clearly reached his limit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This system has some real power!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At just 1.67 meters, he’s this strong—what if he were 167? He’d punch Superman to dust!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen clenched his fist, finally finding meaning in starting over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1903,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","6909937dc325989f7f6259c7dd96ad2d694d4a1f93e477ca73eeaba8e6557084","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-78","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-76",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]