[{"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-78":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},2264291,4419,"Chapter 78","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-78",78,"\u003Cp>“Bro, what’s your squat weight?” Hu Yongfan handed him a bottle of mineral water, curiously pressing for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dunno. Let’s try.” Chen Yansen took the water, deliberately checking the bottle’s mouth—seeing it was intact—he twisted off the cap and drained a third of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll spot you. Take a break first!” Hu Yongfan suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No need.” Chen Yansen waved him off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, he walked over to the bench press machine, piled on extra weight—starting with 120 kilograms—and Hu Yongfan hurried after him, worried something might go wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen lay on the bench, gripped the bar, didn’t rush to lift—he first felt the weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone assumed he couldn’t lift it, but the moment that thought formed, they heard Chen Yansen grunt, and the 120-kilogram barbell rose steadily to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen returned the barbell to the rack, exhaled, and sat up slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Add more weight?” Hu Yongfan watched his move, scalp prickling—he’d trained three years and could barely press 100 kilograms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, his short stature and light frame limited his ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Never tried 140, but feels fine.” Chen Yansen clipped on the safety locks, speaking casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright! I’ll spot you from behind.” Hu Yongfan warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks.” Chen Yansen nodded slightly, reclined again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a deep breath, muscles in arms and chest tensed, veins bulging in his neck, wrists trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hu Yongfan instantly reached out, hovering his hands near the bar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nearly three hundred pounds rose inch by inch, lifted until it hovered mid-air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s hands trembled—not from weakness, but from misaligned power points; once corrected, his arms stabilized quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Clang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen returned the barbell to its rack, sat up panting, arms slightly numb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bro, you’re coach material. Add me on WeChat, let’s train together sometime.” Hu Yongfan praised.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time.” Chen Yansen declined again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had no time for this—spending a few minutes on a point was tens of thousands of times more efficient than lifting iron.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m totally straight,” Hu Yongfan insisted, thinking Chen Yansen misunderstood him—his eyes turned mournful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I believe you.” Chen Yansen’s face was dead serious, no trace of a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First rule of the mentally ill: never admit you’re ill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By extension, Chen Yansen naturally didn’t believe Hu Yongfan—mainly because the guy’s eyes were way too sincere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, a girl in a striped sweater squeezed over: “Handsome, can I add your QQ?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, I don’t have a QQ.” Chen Yansen smiled faintly, turned, and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t his type—too sweet, too clingy; he had zero interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Zong had his own unique xp—he ignored anyone he didn’t find appealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No QQ?!” Du Yaoyao stared at Chen Yansen’s back, gritted her teeth: “So what if you’re hot? Such a lazy excuse—you’re such a jerk!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the gym, Chen Yansen thought: At just 1.67 meters, he’s already this strong—I need to recruit and build up fast to grow stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the startup park, Chen Yansen interviewed with full energy, hiring ten part-time customer service reps—adding to the original ten, they’d soon fill two rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except for Meng Xibo and Zhu Xiaopeng, all were girls—both men were thrilled, secretly messaging Chen Yansen with endless thanks, almost ready to kneel and call him Dad.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sent back a look of disdain and kept interviewing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—how is it you?!” Du Yaoyao walked into the interview room with her resume, instantly recognizing Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why not me?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen crossed his arms, smirking slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t expected to run into her again just two hours later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re Chen Yansen? No wonder.” Du Yaoyao murmured, leaving the second half unsaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s name echoed louder than Tang Qingshan’s at Xucheng College—but few had actually seen him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He usually stayed in the startup park, skipping major courses, electives, even PE.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With the president’s “absentee pass,” halfway through the semester, he didn’t even know his professors’ surnames.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Still interviewing?” Chen Yansen tapped the table, snapping her out of her daze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, of course!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Du Yaoyao snapped back, smiled lightly, and sat down: “I’m Du Yaoyao from Class 07 Chinese Language. Interviewing for editor role—proficient in all writing styles…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Monthly salary 3,000. If acceptable, report tomorrow at 9 a.m.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen, seeing her articulate and logical, asked no further questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simply put: after negotiating with merchants, submit brand group orders; after category operations approve, editors input them into the backend, replacing product titles and main images uniformly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The job was repetitive, mechanical, low-tech—anyone could do it!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uh, okay. Mr. Chen, can you stamp it as an internship and provide five insurances and one housing fund?” Du Yaoyao asked cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We’re a legitimate company.” Chen Yansen rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, thank you, Mr. Chen!” Du Yaoyao stuck out her tongue politely and took her leave—once she learned Chen Yansen was the boss of Fox Tao , her casualness vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next!” Chen Yansen called.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The next three interviewees for editor roles were all pretty girls; after brief chats, Chen Yansen hired them on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Dan was an outstanding HR major—these candidates had already passed the first round; as long as there were no major flaws, Chen Yansen generally approved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He then confirmed two more staff for product promotion operations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Fox Tao  2.0’s UI, the core included four sections: store rebates, Super Rebate, 9.9 Yuan, and search rebates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From 9.9-yuan cheap goods to high-value branded items worth hundreds or thousands, Fox Tao  planned to cover them all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t repeat Taobao’s mistake—cutting off small C-store traffic to upgrade the Taobao Mall, handing the opportunity to Pinduoduo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Xiachen  market and users were always there—they wouldn’t vanish just because you stopped selling cheap goods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by following the trend could you go further!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having lived two lives, Chen Yansen wouldn’t make such a basic error—since launching Plan 2.0, he’d clearly defined each module’s responsibilities to serve users across different price tiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final few candidates were applying for sales recruitment roles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen focused on communication and logical expression; among nine candidates, he kept eight, eliminating only one who looked sharp but spoke incoherently, missing all key points.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing work, he turned and saw the sky outside had darkened—night was coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen returned to Room 206 and saw Song Yuncheng sitting by the window, on the phone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His laptop lay open on the desk, the page displaying dozens of e-commerce sites: “Mengbasha, Zouxiu.com, Jiatianxia, Haolemai,” each followed by progress notes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“People who want to make money really hustle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen chuckled softly, didn’t disturb Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He checked his watch and headed downstairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Early winter in Huibei—bitter wind, dry and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many wore fleece hoodies; some even had thin down jackets. Chen Yansen only then realized he wore just a long-sleeve shirt—and felt no cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, he reached the girls’ dormitory building.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie had already been waiting; seeing Chen Yansen, she grabbed his arm and pulled him toward campus exit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What’s up?” Chen Yansen asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Drink, chat, flirt, then kiss you.” Meng Jie replied bluntly, giggling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smiled—he liked this kind of girl: called him brother by day, called him brother by night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls like Su Meiling and Du Yaoyao—he’d already grown bored of them in his past life; say a few words and they’d cry—boring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m treating!” Meng Jie lifted her chin, grinning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll take you for everything you’ve got.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen draped his arm over Meng Jie’s shoulder, joking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was thirty centimeters taller—seen from behind, he looked like a father leading his daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the campus gate, Meng Jie pointed to a row of restaurants across the street: “Pick any one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let’s go to Shuangqing Chicken Pot. Tang Zhenzhe said the one across the street is pretty good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t care much about food—he said it offhand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie nodded; they crossed the street, walked up two floors, and found a restaurant with a chicken pot poster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey—that looks like your roommate!” As Meng Jie pulled open the glass door, she spotted a round table with six people—Tang Zhenzhe was one of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Chen Yansen could greet him, Tang Zhenzhe saw him, jumped up, and called: “Brother Sen! We just got here—add some dishes, join us!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced—besides him, there was Su Meiling; the other four were strangers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Tang Zhenzhe’s invitation, Chen Yansen looked at Meng Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“More people, more fun—meet new friends.” Meng Jie didn’t hesitate, agreed readily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine. Tell the boss to add more dishes, pay the bill first, then bill me back.” Chen Yansen leaned close to Meng Jie’s ear and whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie nodded, turned toward the cashier; Chen Yansen sat down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen, she’s Meng Jie? So you like tomboys?” Tang Zhenzhe pulled Chen Yansen close, grinning mischievously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie’s hair, though grown for months, was still much shorter than most girls’—just brushing her shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Shut up! She’s got a temper—watch out, she’ll crack a beer bottle on your head.” Chen Yansen glanced at the beer on the table, half-jokingly warned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I didn’t say anything.” Tang Zhenzhe believed him, clamped his mouth shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Meiling introduced the others to Chen Yansen; they were all from the Wenxue Academy student union, and Chen Yansen nodded in greeting, not even remembering their names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>University student unions are useless, especially at a second-tier university.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Meng Jie returned after refilling the dishes, everyone raised their cups and drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Su Meiling’s glass held juice; seeing Meng Jie drinking beer loudly with several boys, showing no feminine restraint, she couldn’t help thinking: Does Chen Yansen like wild girlfriends? But I can’t drink at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the white silk stockings hidden in her dorm, Su Meiling felt deflated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glanced at Tang Zhenzhe, then at Chen Yansen, briefly considering giving Tang Zhenzhe a chance—then immediately dismissed the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe wasn’t bad—he was attentive, constantly checking on her—but he couldn’t compare to Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“For the New Year’s Eve party this month, every class has to put on a performance, but our class has almost no singers. Xu Xingxing signed up to sing ‘Bad Girl,’ but the teacher rejected it, saying it doesn’t match the Wenxue Academy’s spirit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So do you have a performance now?” Chen Yansen asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I asked a senior from the Shangxue Academy for help—we’ll do a poetry recitation with thirty people on stage. Doesn’t matter how good it is; the sheer spectacle will win Best Performance.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Zhenzhe grinned broadly at the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen gave him a thumbs-up in praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t underestimate recitation—this kind of performance has strong emotional impact and is the easiest to win awards at university.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I signed up for the Shangxue Academy’s New Year’s Eve show—you have to come,” Meng Jie nudged Chen Yansen, seriously reminding him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Last time’s welcome party, she’d prepared for weeks, but Chen Yansen stayed late at the Entrepreneurship Park with Zhang Wenbo and others, making her furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll definitely come,” Chen Yansen raised his hand, solemnly promising.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After dinner, everyone parted ways on Xuelin Road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie pulled Chen Yansen toward a small grove beside Zhenzhu Lake and plunged inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s expression turned odd—he wondered: Is this… not quite right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1861,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8693c6a387281ee106599345db5f67cf514be5bf359ee50a0adb3640842d7c49","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-79","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-77",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]