[{"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-92":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},2264305,4419,"Chapter 92: Open Series A Funding, Launch Stock Option Plan (32k Subscription Request)","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-92",92,"\u003Cp>On the last night of 2010, at the Sky Garden Hotel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the rooftop banquet hall, eight tables of ten seats each were laid out, adorned with exquisitely prepared dishes: East Star grouper, Australian lobster, abalone, and fish maw, all cooked to perfection in color, aroma, and taste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each team from FoxTao had rehearsed short performances; after the main acts ended, the stage became a karaoke room, and since everyone was young, the atmosphere was lively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xingxing slapped Wang Zihao on the shoulder and shouted, “Hao Ge, hasn’t Sen Ge arrived yet? The raffle’s about to start.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Pengfei was singing “Love Even If Dead” at the top of his lungs on stage, his off-key voice making the audience frown in discomfort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Almost here—he left half an hour ago,” Wang Zihao shouted back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xu Xingxing nodded, thought for a moment, then stepped out of the banquet hall to go downstairs and pick up Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Muyan Jie, I toast you—thank you for your guidance these past months,” Wang Zihao raised his glass and smiled at Liu Muyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I drove here, so I can only drink soda. Don’t mind, Zihao,” Liu Muyan smiled sweetly and clinked her glass with his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was only seven years older than Wang Zihao, and in essence, still young at heart; during her part-time stint at FoxTao, she grew increasingly close to everyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen had just parked when he saw Xu Xingxing hunched over, peering left and right outside the hotel lobby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you doing standing here?” Chen Yansen asked with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Waiting for you! The raffle’s about to start—everyone’s waiting for you! Upstairs’s turned into a karaoke booth.” Xu Xingxing grabbed Chen Yansen’s sleeve and tugged him toward the stairs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment, Meng Jie also walked over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sister-in-law!” Xu Xingxing blinked and immediately let go, stepping forward to link arms with Meng Jie, acting as if they were old friends.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie nodded and greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Didn’t I tell Zihao to hold the fort?” Chen Yansen shook his head, unable to resist complaining.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Raffles need you to host—they only feel ceremonial when you do it. Everyone’s happy to wait,” Xu Xingxing grinned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three entered the elevator and rode straight to the hotel’s top floor. The banquet hall, aside from a dozen pillars, had glass walls five to six meters high on all sides, giving the illusion of being at the heart of the city.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No wonder the minimum spend was 68,000 yuan—the space was small, yet the decor was extravagantly luxurious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As soon as Chen Yansen stepped in, he saw Xiang Pengfei sitting on a chair onstage singing. After hearing half a line, his face twisted in disgust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kid really doesn’t know how to behave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sitting up high, Xiang Pengfei spotted Chen Yansen at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He cleared his throat and announced, “Ladies and gentlemen, give a round of applause for FoxTao’s most handsome man—shining onto the stage!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd followed Xiang Pengfei’s gesture and quickly spotted Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grinned, pointed at Xiang Pengfei, then strode confidently onto the stage and took the microphone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“To bid farewell to the old and welcome the new, I believe FoxTao will be even more successful in 2011! Now, let Zihao draw the raffle tickets—I’ll go downstairs for a bite, eat up, and then surprise everyone.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen spoke briefly, then handed the stage over to Wang Zihao.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He walked to his seat, clinked glasses with Cao Dahua, Wang Jing, and Liu Muyan, then slowly began picking at his food.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao sighed, reluctantly stepped to center stage, and started drawing prizes from third place onward, occasionally mispronouncing names for comedic effect, making everyone burst into laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over an hour later, all prizes were drawn—those lucky enough won phones; the unlucky still got 1,000-yuan shopping cards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen returned to the stage and smiled: “Two announcements. First, to make everyone’s night more fun, we’re adding ten more 10,000-yuan prizes—drawing in three minutes. Second, I’m launching FoxTao’s Series A funding round. All staff will receive stock options with an exercise price of 0.01 yuan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten thousand yuan prizes?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stock options?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among those present, aside from a few, most had no idea what stock options were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wang Laoshi, what exactly are stock options?” Xu Xingxing leaned over to Wang Jing, curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Simply put, they’re IOUs redeemable in the future. When FoxTao goes public or launches a buyback plan, these options can be exchanged for cash—but the exact quantity and value? Only Chen Zong knows.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Jing explained slowly, thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, those around them suddenly understood—it was money, that’s all that mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing Chen Yansen, if he announced it at the annual party, these options must be valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, cheers erupted, and someone even whistled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wasted no time—he drew ten names on the spot, each receiving 10,000 yuan in cash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his panel, the “Human Torch” flame count instantly rose by twenty-nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After stepping down, Chen Yansen ate while watching the chaos on stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several team leaders were dragged onstage one by one to sing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng, FoxTao’s first employee, was no exception—she had previously led the design, operations, and customer service teams. As soon as she stepped up, applause rang out continuously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Song Yuncheng had met Ma Wenteng and Zhang Yong, but this crowd of college students made her blush furiously. Holding the mic, she softly sang Liang Jingru’s “Courage.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down at Chen Yansen and Meng Jie, Song Yuncheng finally came to her senses—her eyes slowly filled with tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In just a few minutes, her emotions shifted from ache and pain to numbness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she looked up again at Chen Yansen, the warmth in her eyes had vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Midway through the song, Chen Yansen saw Zhang Wenbo running over in panic. Before he could ask, Zhang blurted: “Sen Ge, Zihao’s fighting someone outside!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fighting?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had this kid had too much to drink?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen didn’t pause—he called out to Xiang Pengfei, Zhang Yifeng, and six or seven other guys and rushed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the banquet hall, near the restroom, he saw Wang Zihao gripping a man’s collar, both men tangled on the ground, Wang Zihao about to swing a punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liu Muyan and a long-haired woman were trying to pull them apart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haozi, stop!” Chen Yansen shouted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since college, Chen Yansen rarely called him that—Wang Zihao was FoxTao’s placement team lead; using his nickname publicly would embarrass him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing the familiar voice, Wang Zihao slowly calmed down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What happened?” Chen Yansen stepped forward, pulling Wang Zihao up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I—” Wang Zihao glanced at Liu Muyan, then swallowed his words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You all go back. I’ll handle this.” Chen Yansen glanced at the man pinned under Wang Zihao—he was thin, and no crowd was needed to deal with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xiang Pengfei and Zhang Yifeng exchanged glances, unsure of the situation, but turned and walked back, saying, “Sen Ge, call us if you need us.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once they were gone, Wang Zihao whispered: “This asshole is Muyan Jie’s fiancé. He told her he was working late at the office, but brought another woman to a private room for dinner—she caught them red-handed.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nodded slightly, thinking: How clichéd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked at Liu Muyan—she stood motionless, pale-faced, coldly staring at the man on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yuwen, who is she?” Liu Muyan steadied herself and demanded coldly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You saw it yourself—why ask? Are you stupid?” Zhou Yuwen laughed carelessly, got up, calmly straightened his shirt, and brushed off the dust.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I want you to say it out loud,” Liu Muyan said, her face ashen, lips bitten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“She’s my girlfriend. You’re my fiancée. Any other questions?” Zhou Yuwen glanced at Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao, speaking arrogantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears spilled from Liu Muyan’s eyes—she never imagined the man she’d grown up with, the one she’d even become engaged to, would betray her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stayed silent, watching with detached interest—he sensed a kindred spirit in Zhou Yuwen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Zhou Yuwen, we’re done!” Liu Muyan broke down, crouched on the floor, and wept loudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, then it’s done,” Zhou Yuwen laughed without a care, then linked arms with the long-haired woman and walked into the private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Wang Zihao lunged after him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen grabbed him and pointed at the weeping Liu Muyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wang Zihao deflated, stood there helplessly. After a long moment, he remembered to pull out a handkerchief and handed it to Liu Muyan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes and strolled slowly back to the banquet hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shenzhen, Tencent HQ.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re saying a ten-million-yuan investment two months ago is now worth one billion?” Ma Huateng asked Liu Zhiping across from him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It might be even more. I heard SIG Asia Venture Capital and Rakuten are urgently evaluating FoxTao’s profit model—valuation could hit 300 million U.S. dollars,” Liu Zhiping adjusted his glasses and smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Could it really be true, as this kid claims, that we lack e-commerce DNA? He turned such a lousy niche—product recommendation—into a top-tier business. What if we let him take over Paipai?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Huateng’s voice lowered, ending with a sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was smart—he knew full well that a young man as ambitious as Chen Yansen would never submit to anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How many precedents had he broken to get Zhang Xiaolong to join Tencent?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would he have to break more?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From their last interaction, Chen Yansen’s conviction seemed even stronger than Zhang Xiaolong’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hard,” Liu Zhiping chuckled, shaking his head. “If he wanted to join Tencent, he wouldn’t have turned down Zheng Chunbin’s offer.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That ten million wasn’t invested in FoxTao as a project—it was invested in him. The proof? My investment succeeded. But how do I get a return?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Huateng fixed his gaze on his old friend, waiting for an answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give him the same treatment as Zhang Xiaolong?” Liu Zhiping ventured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Go personally to FoxTao’s Series A funding round. Tell Chen Yansen—if he helps Tencent improve its e-commerce division, I’ll offer him a 30-million-yuan annual salary and 200 million yuan in stock options.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ma Huateng paused, then decisively nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s earlier words had initially slipped past him, but once FoxTao’s valuation broke the one-billion-yuan mark, he began to take notice, mulling it over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man with no power or influence—even if he speaks truth—won’t be believed. But once he holds power, even his farts are called fragrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was exactly Ma Huateng’s mindset.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright,” Liu Zhiping didn’t refuse—he too was curious how this young man had taken a new project from zero to tens of millions of users.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step the opponent took was perfectly precise; this level of accuracy was chilling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Miliang is already online. How much more does Zhang Xiaolong need?” After speaking with Chen Yansen, Ma Wenteng asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiaolong says the details still need polishing,” Liu Zhiping frowned, understanding Ma Huateng’s urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Give him half a month—must be online!” Ma Huateng’s gaze was sharp, his tone serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WeChat was Tencent’s next Tier-0 communication app, but Miliang had beaten it to market, leaving him deeply displeased and out of patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What details? As long as it works!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",1850,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","5596625b6d289ad45e641fe48191a3ed1e5c159640cf1e09f9f3ccae79ba3128","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-93","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-91",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]