I can become stronger by paying salaries. I have one billion employees!

Chapter 106: First meeting, Old Zhou who has returned from escaping
"Buzzing—"

The phone suddenly vibrated, interrupting Chen Yansen's thoughts.

"Hello? Talk!"

"Boss, you haven't gotten up yet? Our train is at 10 o'clock." Song Yuncheng asked in a low voice while standing at the school gate, pulling his suitcase.

"You're usually late. Have I ever urged you to come?" Chen Yansen said unhappily.

"Yes, yes, Boss Chen." Song Yuncheng, who had just received his salary, did not dare to talk back to Chen Yansen at this moment.

Chen Yansen hung up the phone and went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash up.

After getting dressed neatly and stuffing a few changes of clothes into the suitcase, he walked downstairs leisurely and drove towards the east gate.

"boarding."

Two minutes later, Chen Yansen stopped the car and said to Song Yuncheng.

Song Yuncheng stuffed the suitcase into the trunk and was about to sit in the back seat when Chen Yansen glared at him: "What are you doing? You're treating your boss like a driver!"

"Oh." Song Yuncheng shrugged and sat in the passenger seat obediently.

"Every time you go on a business trip, you have to let the boss drive you personally. If you don't get your driver's license before the next business trip, you will be transferred back to the design team."

Chen Yansen threatened.

"Right away! I'm taking the second subject test and I'm sure I'll pass it in one try." Song Yuncheng quickly assured.

She earned 59,000 yuan last month, so why would she be willing to go back to the design team and get a fixed salary of 5,000 or 6,000 yuan?

"I'm bringing you there for two main reasons: First, Mr. Lei promised to introduce me to Amazon's new channel director and Vancl's Chen Nian. You'll be in charge of connecting them; second, we're discussing a joint promotional partnership with Xiaomi for gaming."

After Chen Yansen finished giving his instructions, he drove quickly towards Xucheng East Station.

New Channel Director?

"Zhang Hanhua resigned?" Song Yuncheng asked in surprise.

"Didn't you watch the news? If you get caught taking kickbacks, you'll probably spend five or six years in jail." Chen Yansen said casually.

Song Yuncheng was silent, staring at Chen Yansen with a determined look in his eyes.

"It has nothing to do with me." Chen Yansen flatly denied it.

FoxTao is a third-party channel. No matter what kind of person Zhang Hanhua is, getting feedback is an unspoken rule in most businesses.

If the outside world knew that he was the one who put Zhang Hanhua in jail, he would probably be known as a law-breaker.

Reputation is worthless when you don't need it, but worth a fortune when you do.

Song Yuncheng obviously didn't believe it. She had a strong feeling that this matter of Zhang Hanhua was definitely the work of Chen Yansen.

She smiled and didn't take it to heart. She began to study the gameplay and profit core of the game franchise. After figuring it out, she began to think about what means should be used in the distribution and promotion of third-party channels such as Fox Tao to obtain the maximum benefits.

Soon, Chen Yansen parked the car at the high-speed rail station and walked in with the suitcase, followed closely by Song Yuncheng.

The total drive from Xucheng to Yanjing takes three and a half hours.

The two sat down in the waiting room. Song Yuncheng unzipped his backpack, took out a bag of still hot buns, and ate them in small bites.

Chen Yansen got up late and hadn't eaten yet. He wanted to buy a box lunch after getting on the bus, but when he smelled the aroma of buns, he couldn't help swallowing.

Then, he snatched the bun from Song Yuncheng's hand without any hesitation and started eating it in big mouthfuls. Well, it was still his favorite sour bean and meat bun.

The other one was a tofu vermicelli bun, which he also finished in a few bites.

"It tastes good. Which cafeteria window did you buy it from?"

Chen Yansen licked his lips and asked with satisfaction.

"The second canteen is on the first floor, the third one as you enter the door." Song Yuncheng opened his mouth, not daring to say more, and answered angrily.

"Next time you buy breakfast, remember to bring me one," Chen Yansen ordered.

Song Yuncheng nodded, unlike a few months ago when he would foolishly ask why.

"Dear passengers, ticket inspection has begun for train G106. Please bring your tickets and valid IDs, queue up in an orderly manner, pass through the ticket gates, and proceed to the designated platform to wait for the train."

A prompt tone came from the radio.

The two found the corresponding carriage and seats according to the ticket information.

After eating a box lunch on the way, Chen Yansen closed his eyes for a nap. When he opened his eyes again, the high-speed train had arrived at the station.

The two took a taxi to the hotel first, and as usual, they only booked a suite.

Song Yuncheng pulled his suitcase to the sofa, sat down, and reclined comfortably.

"We have a party tonight, so dress nicely." Chen Yansen said this and turned to walk into the bedroom.

Dress nicely? Song Yuncheng was slightly startled. The only clothes she could afford were the 'work clothes' Chen Yansen bought her in Shenzhen last year - a small white suit.

It was still a bit chilly in Yanjing in March. Song Yuncheng put on a base shirt, walked to the mirror, and tucked his fluffy long hair behind his ears.

Her oval face is full of collagen, and paired with a very business-like outfit, she has the cuteness of a girl and the aura of a queen.

Chen Yansen changed into a casual suit, pushed the door open, and happened to see Song Yuncheng in front of the mirror.

"Why are you wearing this again?" Chen Yansen said with disgust.

It’s not that the clothes are ugly, but that Mr. Chen is tired of seeing them.

"No?" Song Yuncheng looked puzzled. She had privately reviewed the precautions for business occasions and did not think there was anything wrong with this outfit.

"You must have been Grandet in your previous life." Chen Yansen joked.

He took out his cell phone, checked the time, and said to Song Yuncheng, "Let's go."

"Then you must be the reincarnation of Zhou Paopi." Song Yuncheng muttered in a low voice, afraid that Chen Yansen would hear it.

"Okay, I'll transfer you to the customer service team next month." Chen Yansen said with a smile, squinting his eyes.

"You can hear this?" Song Yuncheng stared with an incredible look on his face.

"Have you forgotten that I have very sharp ears?" Chen Yansen pointed to his ears and said with a wicked smile.

"Boss, you heard wrongly. I didn't say anything." Song Yuncheng smiled apologetically and refused to admit it.

Chen Yansen ignored her and walked out.

Song Yuncheng hurriedly chased after him.

After walking out of the hotel lobby, Chen Yansen stopped a taxi, told the destination, and then greeted Lei Yijun on MiTalk.

About twenty minutes later, the car stopped in front of an antique roast duck restaurant. The exterior walls were magnificently decorated, and there were many luxury cars parked at the door. It was obvious that the consumption was not low.

As soon as Chen Yansen got off the car, a middle-aged man in his thirties came up to him.

The man was of medium build, had a flat head, wore glasses, jeans and a suit, and had a bright smile.

"Mr. Chen, I'm Li Wanqiang from Xiaomi. Mr. Lei specifically told me to wait at the door and to bring in any young men over 5'8" tall who are more handsome than him.

Although Li Wanqiang was originally a UI designer, after becoming the head of Xiaomi's marketing department, his innate social skills were stimulated. He is very good at channel integration and livens up the atmosphere as soon as they meet.

"Mr. Li, you're welcome. Let's go in and talk."

Chen Yansen nodded modestly, looking relaxed.

After all, when Feiyu's market value was at its peak in his previous life, his net worth was no less than Li Wanqiang's.

Not to mention this life, Xiaomi mobile phone has not been released yet, and its valuation is not as high as Fox Tao.

The one who is rich now is Lei Yijun, not Xiaomi.

A big shot like Li Wanqiang who invests in stocks through technology will have to wait seven or eight years before he can make his mark on the rich list.

"Okay! President Lei and President Zhou are here." Li Wanqiang said with a smile.

"Mr. Zhou?" Chen Yansen asked doubtfully.

"The boss of 360, Zhou Hongyi." Li Wanqiang explained as he walked.

Didn’t this guy run off to Hong Kong Island to hide?
"Someone from higher up stepped in and settled the matter from last year." Li Wanqiang saw his doubts and explained in a low voice.

Last year's 3Q war caused a lot of controversy, and everyone in the industry knew about it.

If Lao Zhou had not been well-informed and had not run fast, he might have stepped on the sewing machine.

Chen Yansen responded without saying much. Talking nonsense can easily offend people, and he would not make such a low-level mistake.

Li Wanqiang led the way, walked around the front hall to the backyard, and stopped in front of an elegant private room with ancient charm.

There were two middle-aged men in the room. One had a 3:7 hairstyle, wore a polo shirt and an indigo suit, and was holding a cup of tea and chatting with the man opposite.

Hearing the noise outside the door, Lei Yijun turned around, stood up and greeted, "Mr. Chen, I'm sorry to trouble you to come here."

His smile was sincere, his tone was sharp, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes. He had done something dishonest, using the guise of investment to actually discuss cooperation with Chen Yansen.

Chen Yansen stepped into the private room and shook hands politely. He knew that Lei Jun had no intention of investing, but he was not going to hold it in either.

The two of them started chatting with laughter.

Lei Yijun felt that he had a mellow personality and was not very cunning; Chen Yansen felt that Lei Yijun was different from what he had expected. He smiled on the surface, but his words were full of wit. In terms of momentum, he completely overshadowed Li Wanqiang and Zhou Hongyi who was still sitting in his original seat.

Anyone who can reach this position cannot be as simple as he seems.

Chen Yansen is very sure about this.

(End of this chapter)