[{"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-87":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},2264300,4419,"Chapter 87","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-87",87,"\u003Cp>The concert ended, and the audience gradually filed out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the entrance of Binjiang Cultural Center, a dense crowd made it impossible to hail a taxi.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen took Meng Jie one more block further, and only then did the situation improve; they got into a car, and Chen Yansen told the driver to head to the Marriott Hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dad booked me a room next to the Marriott—I can’t stay with you tonight,” Meng Jie whispered, leaning against Chen Yansen’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Meng Zhen Guo heard Wei Zhe explain the situation, he immediately rebooked his daughter a different hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought: absolutely no chance for Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a man, he knew exactly what an eighteen-year-old boy was thinking—he didn’t want his own eighteen-year-old cabbage to be stolen by that scoundrel Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Meng really doesn’t trust my character.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flicker of secret delight passed through Chen Yansen’s eyes; he frowned, feigning disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s precisely because Dad trusts your character that he booked me a hotel,” Meng Jie shot him a look and grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then don’t go stay there?” Chen Yansen suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No! Dad definitely told the front desk—I won’t go, and he’ll fly to Shanghai tonight,” Meng Jie shook her head seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, let’s go back to the Marriott first to get your luggage, then I’ll take you to the new hotel.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen sighed, pretending to look disappointed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Okay!” Meng Jie linked her arm through his and gazed out the window.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This day’s experience was unforgettable—probably the most unforgettable birthday of her life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, the image of her crying loudly outside the coffee shop that morning suddenly flashed in her mind; her cheeks flushed red—she rarely cried as a child, and now the thought only made her feel embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her view, girls who cried all the time were the most annoying—but back then, watching Chen Yansen being taken away by the patrol, she grew more and more terrified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some things, you only realize you want to hold onto when you’re about to lose them—and by then, it’s often too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of this, she gripped Chen Yansen’s arm tighter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Do you like it here?” Chen Yansen asked softly, pointing to the towering skyscrapers and the glittering night skyline of Shanghai.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine for tourism, but I couldn’t live or work here—I’d never adapt. Everyone walks at least three times faster than back home; it feels exhausting just to live.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie smiled, speaking with deep feeling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little girl, you don’t understand—Shanghai’s housing is crazy expensive. If you’re a step slower every day, you’ll be hundreds of steps behind in a year—how could you ever afford a house?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The taxi driver, overhearing their conversation, couldn’t help joining in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So I still think home is better—blue bricks, black tiles, ancient alleys, everywhere full of everyday warmth,” Meng Jie replied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The driver silently sneered, thinking these two young people were probably college students: kids never know anything—wait till they grow up, and they’ll be even less able to afford a house!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, the car pulled up to the hotel entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pulled Meng Jie into the room, lingered affectionately for over half an hour, then escorted her to the nearby chain hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Afterward, Chen Yansen didn’t return to the Marriott—he headed toward a KFC at the street corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Night was deep, the cold wind biting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm light flickered through the three-meter-tall glass window; Chen Yansen saw Song Yuncheng sitting on a chair, staring blankly at the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tap-tap-tap—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen knocked on the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng snapped back to awareness; the moment she saw Chen Yansen, her dull eyes instantly lit up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost instinctively, she stood, ran, and pushed open the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But standing before Chen Yansen, she grew timid—she didn’t know what to say, or what to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You left your post without permission—do you want me to dock your pay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing her haggard appearance, Chen Yansen sighed lightly and teased, frowning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen, I’m just glad you’re okay,” Song Yuncheng mumbled, head bowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You traveled a thousand miles just to say that?” Chen Yansen stared straight at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I… I wanted to see you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng found courage she didn’t know she had; dragging her heavy steps, she timidly hugged Chen Yansen—her whisper of “I wanted to see you” was barely audible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen froze, stunned—he hadn’t expected Song Yuncheng to be so bold, to confess to him so directly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I think I’ve fallen for you, Chen Yansen—what should I do?” Song Yuncheng lifted her head, staring straight into his eyes; tears she could no longer hold back rolled down her cheeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Falling for me is a good thing—no need to feel inferior.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen joked, pulling her tightly into his arms; the fresh, youthful scent of the girl enveloped him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Girls like Song Yuncheng don’t require clever tactics to win over—99% looks and 1% thoughtful care are enough to make them throw themselves at you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s lips curled slightly—a duck flew away, but a goose arrived; tonight, he’d finally get his meat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Let me hold you for a bit—I’m so tired. Just a little while.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng pressed tightly against him, murmuring softly; usually, Chen Yansen took advantage of her—but now, she was the one taking advantage of him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She realized his scent was like pine wood from her hometown—fresh, clean, slowly calming her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Want to sleep at my place tonight? There’s still a sofa.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind outside was strong, chilling her scalp; Chen Yansen asked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll find my own hotel—I’m flying back to Xucheng tomorrow. You should stay with Meng Jie.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng pulled away from Chen Yansen, stepping back; when it came to sleeping together, she still subconsciously wanted to avoid him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s staying at the hotel next door—no one will find out.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen smirked—he wasn’t about to let this meat slip away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this moment, Song Yuncheng’s defenses were at their weakest; a light push would unlock the final door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I like you, but I don’t want to be with you—you have a girlfriend.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng stepped back another pace; her meaning was clear: I like you, but it has nothing to do with you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry—I won’t do anything to you. Don’t you trust me?” Chen Yansen lied with a straight face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng gave a soft scoff—precisely because she trusted Chen Yansen too much, she was afraid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Enough talking! Come with me, or I’ll fire you,” Chen Yansen waved his hand impatiently, turned, and walked straight toward the hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng stood frozen until the cold wind stung her face; only then did she reluctantly follow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s handsome face only made her angrier the more she looked at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She handed over her ID, checked in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng was very familiar with the process; she followed Chen Yansen onto the elevator, straight to the upper floors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hotel front desk clerk frowned—he remembered the girl this guest brought back yesterday didn’t look like this one!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Did you bring clean underwear?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen kicked the door shut, leaned against it, and glanced sideways at Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes.” Today, Song Yuncheng was unusually docile—completely different from her usual fiery self.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Who goes first? You, me, or together?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen posed another profoundly deep question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t bully me, okay?” Song Yuncheng’s voice was gentle, heart-wrenching; her watery eyes fixed on Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine, you go first—I won’t rush you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s heart softened under her gaze; he waved his hand and walked into the bedroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once Chen Yansen was far enough away, Song Yuncheng exhaled in relief, set down her backpack, pulled out her pajamas, and clicked the bathroom door shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen took out his laptop from his suitcase, scrolled through the project group messages, then called Liu Zhicheng at Jiushen Network: first thanking him, then getting straight to the point:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Director Liu, I trust you and Jiushen Network—but we must follow the contract. Regardless of the investigation’s outcome, FoxTao’s user experience and reputation have suffered severely.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After laying the groundwork, Chen Yansen continued: “For this batch of Maotai wine, I’ll offer users a tenfold refund—money will be deducted from Jiushen Network’s guarantee deposit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Zhicheng smiled bitterly—he understood Chen Yansen’s position, but he knew internally that Jiushen Network’s warehouse staff were clean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant the Maotai wine must have been switched during transit—whether the issue was at the sorting center or the final delivery point, they were still investigating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In this case, Jiushen Network was also a victim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Zhicheng thought for a moment, and ultimately dared not break ties with Chen Yansen: “Fair enough. Once we identify the responsible party, we’ll hold them accountable.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen exchanged a few more pleasantries and hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he called Cao Dahua; he didn’t utter a word of thanks, only said the tea, cigarettes, and wine in Shanghai were excellent—he’d bring him some local specialties when he returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cao Dahua politely refused, but his laughter betrayed his pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After finishing these tasks, Chen Yansen stood before the glass wall, pondering Zhang Hanhua—whether Zhang Hanhua was involved didn’t matter; Chen Yansen intended to destroy him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had spent years navigating the business world; in dirty tricks, Zhang Hanhua couldn’t match him even with ten heads.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In mere minutes, several half-baked plans surfaced in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just then, a sudden thud echoed from the bathroom—like someone falling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen turned and rushed to the bedroom door, shouting: “Song Yuncheng, are you okay?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He called out several times—no response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen hurried to the bathroom door, knocked—no answer. He knew something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped back, then lunged forward with full force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Crash!” The solid wood door burst open!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steam filled the bathroom; Song Yuncheng lay sprawled on the floor, eyes closed, water cascading from the showerhead over her body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen glanced quickly—no time to admire—he shut off the water, then shook Song Yuncheng.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t move; her skin was flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen placed his hand on her forehead and immediately understood—her forehead burned like fire, hot enough to fry an egg.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You don’t say a word even when you have a fever—you’re such a hassle.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen scooped up Song Yuncheng, lifted her, grabbed a towel, and wrapped her tightly in it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d been right all along—Song Yuncheng was indeed C.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn, she looks so innocent, but her body is so fierce.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen laid her on the bed, picked up the landline, and explained the situation to the front desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sorry, Mr. Chen, we don’t have fever-reducing medicine here. Let us know what you need, and we can go buy it for you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The hotel staff responded quickly—their service was quite good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen rattled off several drug names before hanging up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These days, food delivery was just getting started, and pharmaceuticals weren’t even in their service range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Add to that it was late at night—buying medicine was truly a hassle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the front desk worked efficiently; less than half an hour later, someone knocked on the door and delivered a bag of medicine, including fever reducers, anti-inflammatories, and a thermometer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen returned to the bedroom, leaned against the headboard, and held Song Yuncheng in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hold it tight!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen ordered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng stirred slightly, her eyes fluttering open just a sliver. Seeing it was Chen Yansen, she relaxed, let her head loll to the side, and closed her eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing how limp she was, Chen Yansen had to hold the thermometer for her, wrap his arm around her shoulders, and make sure she clamped it tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Five minutes later, the reading spiked to 39.1 degrees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grabbed the medicine bag by the bedside, popped a fever-reducing pill into her mouth, pried her lips open, forced it in, then gave her half a bottle of electrolyte water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After giving her the medicine, he remembered to check if she’d injured herself when she fell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned her over and found scrapes on her knees and palms; he tore open a bandage and stuck it on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re deliberately trying to keep me from eating meat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen held Song Yuncheng and patted her absently, grumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew he wasn’t a good man, but he wouldn’t take advantage of her now. Leaning against the headboard, Chen Yansen thought of Wang Zihao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In his past life, Wang Zihao had once had a fever and lay just like this in his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too bad—this guy like me would rather live life over than get married and have kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he thought, sleep overcame him, and Chen Yansen fell asleep quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2097,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","b356cb46b380c230f4cecf5d2a85c06fcb28bddeee5a8d6555f384bca3448ef6","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-88","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-86",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]