[{"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-85":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},2264298,4419,"Chapter 85: Chaos Reigns: Song Yuncheng","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-85",85,"\u003Cp>Innovation Park, second floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua sat on the sofa, legs crossed, sipping tea leisurely; since the Fox Tao  project launched, he’d finally found some satisfaction in his role as mentor at the innovation park.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bang!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao burst through the glass door, looking frantic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Zihao, act with composure. Why are you rushing around like this? Has the sky fallen?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua glanced at him and scolded disapprovingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Cao, Brother Sen was taken away by the Shanghai patrol—can you contact President Tang and ask someone what’s going on?” Wang Zihao said urgently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taken away by the patrol?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua froze for a moment, then stood up and shouted: “He’s just a student—what could he possibly have done? I’m going to the president right now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Worried the phone wouldn’t convey the urgency, he rushed downstairs toward the president’s office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fat on his body jiggled with each step, slapping audibly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen called him brother—he couldn’t chicken out now. Next year’s Anhui Provincial College Entrepreneurship Competition still depended on Fox Tao  to carry the weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao stayed put, paced twice, then hurried out again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sis, come here!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the door of Room 206, Wang Zihao forced calmness and waved to Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Song Yuncheng approached, he whispered: “Where is Teacher Wang Jing’s office?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All Ruzhu  terms for Fox Tao ’s B2C mall were handled by Song Yuncheng and Wang Jing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Building D, Room 512. What’s wrong? What happened?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng noticed Wang Zihao’s odd expression—his eyes darted away, hands trembling at his sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Nothing. I just need to ask Teacher Wang a question.” Wang Zihao knew the gravity—he wouldn’t reveal a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Teacher Wang might not be in his office. I’ll send you his number.” Song Yuncheng frowned slightly, reminding the flustered Wang Zihao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ah, right, right, send it quick!” Wang Zihao slapped his thigh, cursing himself for being so clueless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Zihao, you’re acting strange. Tell me—what’s going on? Did Chen Yansen get into trouble?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng paused mid-motion with her phone, asking seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Just send the number!” Wang Zihao panicked at her hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me what happened first.” Song Yuncheng shook her head firmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao stared at her. Seeing her resolve, he frowned, frantically scratching his head: “Let’s go outside.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng’s heart clenched—Wang Zihao’s behavior told her something major had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brother Sen was taken by the Shanghai patrol. We don’t know why. He told me to find Teacher Wang and hire a local lawyer.” Wang Zihao stopped at the entrance of the innovation park and spoke quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Keep this to yourself. If anyone in the team asks, keep your mouth shut.” Wang Zihao repeated the warning, uneasy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was taken by the patrol!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng felt dizzy; instinctively, she handed her phone to Wang Zihao and stood frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“He can’t be harmed!” Her mind churned—Chen Yansen’s carefree grin flashed in her thoughts, tears welling in her eyes, unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao grabbed the number and sprinted toward the classroom building, dialing as he ran.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen was taken by the Shanghai patrol? Why?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Qingshan shot to his feet, shouting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Zihao didn’t explain clearly.” Cao Dahua lowered his head, pretending regret for not bringing Wang Zihao in sooner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Taken or arrested?” Tang Qingshan asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The difference mattered greatly—he had to weigh costs before deciding whether to use his connections.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The influence behind a university president’s desk far exceeded ordinary people’s imagination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why Chen Yansen had immediately told Wang Zihao to contact Tang Qingshan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he hadn’t done anything wrong, but someone might be scheming behind the scenes—better to prepare both hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Zihao didn’t clarify either.” Cao Dahua gave an awkward laugh, pretending ignorance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Qingshan pointed at him, swallowing an oath, then paused, pulled out his phone, scrolled through contacts, and slowly dialed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Cao Dahua secretly exhaled—he’d said it on purpose, forcing the indecisive Tang Qingshan to act.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tang Qingshan hung up, dialed another number, spoke briefly, then his frown vanished. He muttered softly: “What’s this? Who dares touch my student?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After speaking, he strode out of his office.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“President, what’s going on?” Cao Dahua, belly jiggling, shuffled after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Name.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Gender.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Isn’t it obvious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Answer what’s asked. No nonsense!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Male.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you know why you’ve been summoned?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No idea.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sat in the interrogation room, listlessly answering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two patrol officers exchanged glances; one slammed the table and barked: “Confess honestly! Don’t think you can get away with it!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I really don’t know. I’m always generous, care for animals, help old ladies cross the street—I’ve never done anything wrong. Maybe you can help me remember?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen bluffed nonchalantly, utterly unshaken, calm as a dog on a hot day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The officers realized they’d met a seasoned veteran—standard questioning wouldn’t work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yesterday, we received a joint complaint from 23 Shanghai citizens. They bought 49 bottles of 53-degree Feitian Maotai wine through Fox Tao . We sent them to Maotai’s anti-counterfeit office for verification—all were fake. What do you have to say?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young patrol officer said coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fake Maotai?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be the Wine God Network’s doing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—the wine was sold by them; if it’s fake, their liability is greater!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fox Tao  is a CPS advertising company—we provide product guidance. The Maotai wine is supplied by the Wine God Network. We followed procedure: sent samples for testing, and the report came from the National Inspection Institute, confirming authenticity.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Until this is clarified, the fake wine has nothing to do with me. Even if it’s fake, the source is the Wine God Network’s responsibility.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen organized his thoughts and replied indifferently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re an accomplice,” the officer said, eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stayed silent, leaned back, and resolved to say nothing until Tang Qingshan or a lawyer came to get him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes, ignoring the shouts around him, wondering: Was this fake wine incident an accident—or a setup?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why hadn’t the customer service team reported any complaints?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Were these so-called customers all professional counterfeit hunters?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once he clarified the situation, Chen Yansen calmed down—Fox Tao  was also a victim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The solution was simple: he could offer customers triple or even tenfold compensation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>While he was being questioned, the patrol station’s phone was ringing nonstop—colleagues from other units kept asking about Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After informing Wang Zihao, Meng Jie stood helplessly outside the coffee shop. After a long while, she mustered courage and called Meng Zhenguó, pouring out everything she knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You two went to Shanghai for the concert—did you stay in one room or two?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing his daughter’s story, Meng Zhenguó asked abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, are you even listening? I need you to find connections right now—I need to see Chen Yansen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie finally broke down, sobbing, tears streaming as she crouched on the ground, pleading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing his daughter’s cries, Meng Zhenguó felt a pang—he’d never once asked him to use connections during high school or university, yet now, for this boy, she was screaming at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her wailing voice tore at his heart—he immediately promised: “Xiao Jie, don’t panic! I have an old classmate in Shanghai’s patrol system—I’ll call him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie had always been boyish—she’d never cried even when her knees bled from falls. She’d never acted like this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sobs twisted his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thank you, Dad.” Meng Jie wiped her tears, voice trembling, her makeup now smudged beyond recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen—I knew you were no good!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hanging up, Meng Zhenguó roared, slamming his fist on the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After venting, he remembered his daughter’s plea and gritted his teeth to start calling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Lao Wei, long time no chat. When are you coming back to Chunshen? I saved you a good bottle of wine—wait for you to open it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó smoothed his emotions, smiling warmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You Xiaozi , just spit it out—I know you too well.” Wei Zhe, a longtime friend, knew Meng Zhenguó’s habits—just a shift in posture told him what he wanted. He spoke bluntly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s like this…” Meng Zhenguó chuckled awkwardly and explained the situation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Jie’s boyfriend?” Wei Zhe laughed mockingly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I don’t recognize that!” Meng Zhen Guo hurriedly objected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hah! You can’t deny it, old Meng! Since my niece asked me, as her uncle, I’ve got to go myself.” Wei Zhe teased, then readily agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Thanks.” Meng Zhen Guo said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You just mentioned a good wine—was it that 15-year-aged Maotai? Next time you come back, we’ve got to drink it.” Wei Zhe seized the chance to ask for wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I’ll wait for your news.” Meng Zhen Guo glanced at the rare bottles above the liquor cabinet and nodded, visibly pained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xuhui District, Longhua Police Inspectorate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who was the guy Zhao Ge and Xiao Ye brought back this morning? Everyone’s asking about him.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The inspector handling calls nudged his colleague, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A guy selling fake wine. Turned out he’s got some serious connections.” The colleague beside him sneered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hey, Chief Wei? What are you doing here?” The operator stood up to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did your station bring in a student named Chen Yansen this morning?” Wei Zhe nodded, then pressed on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh!?” The operator froze—what was this kid’s background? Chief Wei from the neighboring district had come personally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng sat dazedly at Xucheng East Station, her earth-toned backpack on her back, staring blankly at the platform, waiting quietly for ticket check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time, she realized how much Chen Yansen meant to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though Chen Yansen was mischievous and always took advantage of her, he always quietly looked out for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew the 500-yuan monthly meal allowance from Fox TAO was because of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She also knew that every business trip, Chen Yansen deliberately trained her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Chen Yansen knew that once she moved to the investment promotion post, her income would keep rising, and one day she wouldn’t need Fox TAO anymore—or him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet Chen Yansen still transferred her position and taught her business negotiation skills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart wasn’t made of stone. Since leaving school, tears had streamed down her face nonstop—she wiped them, then cried again, wiped them, cried again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyelids were swollen, her earlobes flushed red; she hadn’t noticed anything wrong with her body, only gritting her teeth and pushing forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, only one thought remained in her mind: Chen Yansen, I really want to see you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1745,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b90a494ef6cf9be074e20b4661d0ad0ef881830b74cee44b389b4d735286db17","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-86","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-84",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]