[{"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-94":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},2264307,4419,"Chapter 94","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-94",94,"\u003Cp>“Mr. Chen, we and SIG Asia Venture Capital can offer an 180 million valuation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiancheng got straight to the point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Zhang, don’t rush. I suggest Sihui and SIG take more time to observe FoxTao’s profit model, user growth, and conversion rates—let’s discuss financing and valuation slowly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen leaned against the chain-link fence outside the volleyball court, speaking calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t rush?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiancheng smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d heard that Letian was collecting FoxTao’s data to build a valuation model and had commissioned the country’s largest business data intermediary to conduct a comprehensive assessment on business model sustainability and compliance risks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If we delay any longer, Sihui might not even get a sip of broth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So we’re bringing SIG in as a joint investor—to share profits and share risks, and to strengthen our negotiating position.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From previous interactions, Zhang Jiancheng had seen Chen Yansen as a calm, rational entrepreneur who would never budge unless the valuation met his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Chen Yansen’s evasive tone, Zhang Jiancheng smiled: “Are you dissatisfied with the resources behind Sihui and SIG, or with the valuation? I know Letian’s offer is high, but Letian has virtually zero e-commerce resources in China—Mr. Chen, you can’t just look at the numbers on paper.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“IDG Venture Capital is also a good option,” Chen Yansen mentioned casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>IDG has always made bold investments in China’s internet sector; compared to SIG and Sihui, its capital and network better suit FoxTao’s future development.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, I get what you mean, Mr. Chen. Looks like we’ll have to compete with IDG on valuation then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiancheng sighed helplessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thought Chen Yansen was too shrewd—he didn’t make a single mistake common among young people; to win him over, he’d have to rely on real money to charm this little fox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then please give a more reasonable valuation based on FoxTao’s business model and profit projections,” Chen Yansen said with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhang Jiancheng realized this call was pointless; he stopped chatting, exchanged a few polite words, and hung up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen stood in the sports field and called Meng Jie’s number, inviting her to lunch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dad came,” Meng Jie said softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen paused, mentally grumbling: Chen Guobin, look at how other fathers behave—didn’t come home for New Year’s, yet he came to campus to see his daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I haven’t been home in three months, called once, and the call didn’t even last sixty seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah well, this father-son bond? Better off without it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, invite Uncle Meng—we’ll eat in the city. I’ll wait for you at the school gate.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen said simply, got in his car, drove to the school gate, rolled down the window, and waited quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, a black Santana slowly emerged from Xuelin Road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen!” Meng Jie leaned out, greeting him with slight awkwardness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Meng, long time no see—you look even more dashing.” Chen Yansen rested his arm on the steering wheel and smiled in greeting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This brat!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó’s lip twitched; he didn’t want to respond, but Meng Jie sat in the front passenger seat, nudging him with her elbow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Chen, let me treat you to lunch today—thank you for taking care of Meng Jie at school.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó glanced at Chen Yansen’s car and gritted his teeth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t misjudged him—this kid had already made a name for himself in business before the first semester of freshman year ended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Meng Jie told him Chen Yansen’s company had a valuation of over a billion, he didn’t believe it—so he searched online, and then had nothing left to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I insist on handling this—thanks to Uncle Meng’s help in Shanghai.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen was polite—he’d already gotten the reservation contact from Xu Xingxing and booked the private room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Chen Yansen’s firmness, Meng Zhenguó stopped refusing, asked for the address, and had Meng Jie set the navigation to the destination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen pressed the accelerator and quickly overtook Meng Zhenguó—he worried the other man wasn’t familiar with Xucheng’s roads, so he wanted to lead the way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Meng Zhenguó misinterpreted it—he thought the kid was challenging him, so he sped up and passed him at the next intersection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I can’t catch up to this piece-of-shit Santana, did I waste two million on this car?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen chuckled, easily overtaking again, maintaining his lead position and thoroughly irritating Meng Zhenguó.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, what are you doing? Can’t you just drive normally? Are you acting in Fast & Furious?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie pouted, playfully complaining as she saw her father still trying to overtake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“????”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó opened his mouth, wanting to say: That kid started it! Why should I let him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Safety first,” Meng Jie tugged his sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sigh, if I’d known this would happen, I’d have fought with your mom for a second child—having a daughter is sweet, but she sides with the enemy every time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó sighed, helpless and defeated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“No way! Dad, you’re just making things up!” Meng Jie quickly rebutted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half an hour later, they arrived at the Sky Garden and followed the server’s directions up to the top floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Coincidentally, the restaurant’s private room was the same one previously occupied by Liu Muyan’s “former” fiancé—Chen Yansen didn’t care and pushed Meng Zhenguó into the main seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen and Meng Jie sat side by side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó looked like he wanted to say something, but after glancing at his daughter’s expression, he held it back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen signaled for the dishes to be served; soon, ten exquisite courses and two bottles of Maotai filled the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Chen, this is too extravagant,” Meng Zhenguó frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“When treating Uncle Meng to a meal, it must be done properly—we eat in the cafeteria every day at school.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen’s words left Meng Zhenguó with no room to criticize.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You can drink?” Meng Zhenguó asked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I never drink, but I can drink with Uncle Meng,” Chen Yansen replied instantly, making Meng Zhenguó laugh in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Chen Yansen’s cunning, he could keep ten or eight mistresses and Meng Jie would never notice—his own daughter was too straightforward; she couldn’t possibly outwit someone as slippery as a wolverine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then have a drink,” Meng Zhenguó said lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t wanted to drink, but suddenly remembered twenty years ago, when he first visited his in-laws’ home and got drunk on his first meal—he later learned his father-in-law was testing his drinking manners and character.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, he’d scoffed—but today, for some reason, he inexplicably suggested having a drink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen skillfully unwrapped the Maotai’s outer packaging and opened the bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Never drinks?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó sneered inwardly—he’d been drinking for decades and had never seen anyone handle alcohol as smoothly as Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Meng, to you—for your help last time. I’ll drink mine, you go ahead.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen raised his two-ounce cup, speaking sincerely; though Tang Qingshan had done the most behind the scenes, Meng Zhenguó had also pulled strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He owed him this favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Little Chen, Meng Jie’s personality is blunt, boyish, and this is her first relationship—I don’t support it, but I won’t oppose it either. Please take good care of her,” Meng Zhenguó said seriously, giving earnest advice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He just didn’t like Chen Yansen!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his daughter liked him—he couldn’t bring himself to oppose it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Uncle Meng, this is my first relationship too.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen drained his cup and spoke honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó laughed—he was a man himself; he didn’t believe Chen Yansen’s nonsense for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wanted to get Chen Yansen drunk, so he bluntly said sipping from small cups wasn’t satisfying—they should switch to a shared decanter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen wouldn’t back down—his physical constitution of 2.63 was nearly triple that of an average person; his alcohol metabolism was naturally excellent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them went back and forth, cup after cup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie grew anxious and interrupted: “Can’t you two eat something? Are you just going to drink?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She worried for both her father and Chen Yansen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They exchanged a glance, silently ate a bite, then raised their cups again in unison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó couldn’t remember how many cups he’d drunk, but he still recalled clearly when his chopsticks fell three times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He started babbling: “Little Chen, young people get carried away in love—make sure you take proper precautions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“...” Meng Jie, hearing this, blushed, buried her head, and covered her ears—she regretted letting Chen Yansen have dinner with her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry, Uncle, I bought the best,” Chen Yansen, slightly tipsy but still clear-headed, joked half-seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie, ears covered, didn’t hear him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Good, bring them,” Meng Zhenguó mumbled, raising his cup unconsciously—before he could lift it halfway, he collapsed face-first onto the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your dad’s asleep.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen nudged Meng Jie and whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh? What now?” Meng Jie looked up, flustered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguó’s little scheme was obvious even to her—Chen Yansen, of course, knew perfectly well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d planned to get Chen Yansen drunk, but ended up passing out himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Book a room—let Uncle Meng rest first.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen suggested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That’s the only option,” Meng Jie nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They helped Meng Zhenguó to the guest room and laid him on the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why don’t you stay here and sober up too?” Meng Jie pointed to the other bed inside the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’ll sober up with me?” Chen Yansen grinned mischievously and stepped forward to hug Meng Jie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My dad’s right here,” Meng Jie blushed, glancing at the snoring Meng Zhenguó and whispering a reminder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“It’s fine, your dad’s asleep—he won’t disturb us.” Chen Yansen hugged Meng Jie and collapsed onto the soft bed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Only kisses.” Meng Jie warned, grabbing Chen Yansen’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll just hold you—I won’t do anything improper,” Chen Yansen said seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After more than ten minutes, Meng Jie struggled off the bed, frantically adjusting her clothes and shooting Chen Yansen a furious glare: “You broke your word.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m a businessman—I don’t even have morals. Why would you expect me to keep my word? Still, it’s small, but kind of cute.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen gestured with his hand and smiled as he commented.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Chen Yansen, you’re asking for death!” Meng Jie lunged back at him, straddling him and playfully hitting him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only when the sun dipped below the horizon did Meng Zhenguo slowly open his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing this, Meng Jie quickly handed him a bottle of water: “Dad, don’t drink next time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Xiao Jie, don’t talk to Uncle Meng like that. Uncle Meng, let’s keep drinking tonight,” Chen Yansen said with a smile from his chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drink again?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Are you trying to drink me to death, you brat?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Zhenguo shook his head repeatedly: “Drinking less is right. You too, Xiao Chen—you didn’t stop me at lunch.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Dad, Chen Yansen did try to stop you. You insisted on opening another bottle,” Meng Jie said, tilting her head, visibly exhausted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh, really?” Meng Zhenguo finally realized—he’d probably been drunk at lunch—and chuckled awkwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Alright, go back to school. I can see you two get along well—I’m relieved, your mom and I are.” Meng Zhenguo changed the subject.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three chatted a while longer, then Chen Yansen stood to take his leave: “We won’t disturb your rest anymore.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saying that, he took Meng Jie’s hand and walked out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll drive back,” Meng Jie said, reaching into Chen Yansen’s pocket, fumbling for a moment before pulling out a set of car keys.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fine,” Chen Yansen didn’t refuse. It had only been a few hours—the alcohol hadn’t worn off yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meng Jie had gotten her driver’s license earlier than Chen Yansen, but she had little road experience; fortunately, it was the New Year holiday, they were heading to the countryside, and there were hardly any cars on the road.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they got out of the car, Meng Jie’s palms were slick with sweat—this drive had been harder than she imagined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen dropped Meng Jie off at her dormitory, then turned toward the Entrepreneurship Park. As he stepped onto the second floor, a middle-aged man in his forties, beaming with a smile, came forward to greet him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mr. Chen, I’m Liao Wei from Yunsu Express. I apologize for showing up unannounced.” Liao Wei spoke deferentially, his posture humble—nothing like a billionaire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes gleamed with cunning; his round face was slightly chubby, with a faint resemblance to a heavier Deng Chao, his slicked-back hair glistening with oil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes, studying Liao Wei. In an instant, he remembered those men from a few days ago—likely this man’s doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression darkened, and his demeanor turned cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(End of Chapter)\u003C\u002Fp>",2094,"2026-06-19T19:17:18.227Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","8d1b5be0e1c9010d68ba39601b00f631f1ebc2c6e71c0a8dddb4188151d90326","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-95","i-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-chapter-93",387,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-get-stronger-every-payday-with-one-billion-emp-cover.jpg"]