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

Chapter 123 The fortune teller said I am allergic to poverty in this life (asking for monthly votes)

Chen Yansen took the tray, ordered four taels of rice, a serving of beef, a serving of dry-pot shrimp and two servings of vegetables, spending 16.8 yuan.

"Didn't you go back to Lujiang?"

Chen Yansen brought the food, sat opposite Song Yuncheng, and asked softly.

"No, the number of B2C platforms that have joined has increased several times recently, and I'm too busy to handle it."

Song Yuncheng looked up and saw that it was Chen Yansen, and explained with a chuckle.

"There's a pretty good hot spring hotel in Shidu. I'll take you there for team building. After dinner, pack up and we'll leave in the afternoon."

Chen Yansen notified Song Yuncheng directly without giving him a chance to choose.

"Is your girlfriend home?" Song Yuncheng asked tentatively.

Chen Yansen was startled, then gave a dry laugh and said in a serious tone, "As an employee, please don't pry into your boss's private life."

"So as a boss, can I lead team-building activities for my employees alone?"

Song Yuncheng retorted that after a few months, she had become more eloquent and was no longer like before, when Chen Yansen teased her, she would just throw bricks at him.

I put down the brick in my hand, but there was an extra brick in my heart.

"Not convinced?"

Chen Yansen picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, asking indifferently.

"Do you know how much I earned last month?" Song Yuncheng shook his head and changed the subject.

"83,000, 2,000 less than Zhang Yifeng and 10,000 more than third-place Li Hui. This is top-tier among the investment promotion teams."

With Chen Yansen's current memory, he can remember the data report after just one look.

Song Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, feeling that Chen Yansen was particularly concerned about her, and her heart was warm. Thinking of his invitation for team building, she got excited and agreed without gritted teeth.

Perhaps subconsciously, she wanted to get close to Chen Yansen.

She asked about the salary, implying that she could live well without relying on Chen Yansen.

She agreed not for money or to please Chen Yansen, but simply because she liked him.

This time it was Chen Yansen's turn to be surprised. He just mentioned it casually and wanted to make a nest, but he didn't expect Song Yuncheng to really agree.

"I have an extra key to my room. I'll give it to you."

Chen Yansen touched his pocket and placed the key in front of Song Yuncheng.

"She has one too?" Song Yuncheng put his hand on the key, rubbed it gently, and asked softly.

"No, there are only two keys, and the remaining one is in my pocket." Chen Yansen lied with his eyes open, his face calm and his heart not beating.

"Really?" Song Yuncheng didn't believe it. After hesitating for a moment, he accepted the key.

The two smiled at each other and ate while talking about work.

There were shredded pork, fried eggs, and a portion of stir-fried chicken on Song Yuncheng's plate. It was obvious that he had changed his bad eating habits.

After all, humans are born to enjoy life, and no one wants to suffer all the time.

Ever since Chen Yansen forced her to spend forty or fifty thousand last time in Yanjing, Song Yuncheng's frugal defense seemed to have been broken, and she was no longer stingy with her money.

She understood that what Chen Yansen said made sense. She didn't need the few hundred yuan for food expenses to pay for her brother's medical treatment and hire someone to take care of him.

Only if you eat well and stay healthy can you make more money.

In a trance, Chen Yansen felt like he was having dinner with Ye Qiuping.

Do not!
Song Yuncheng is more like a primary version of Ye Qiuping, and his feelings for him are simpler. Unlike Ye Qiuping, he doesn't want to drain both his body and his abilities.

The two are always in a state of game.

Chen Yansen was not worried that Song Yuncheng would become too independent and leave him in the future. There were so many eighteen-year-old girls, and they were not a rare commodity.

After dinner, Song Yuncheng walked towards the dormitory. With every step he took, his face became redder, and his mind was full of his last experience in Yanjing.

Chen Yansen drove the car to the downstairs of the teachers' apartment building, went upstairs to get two sets of clothes, then drove to the school gate and waited for Song Yuncheng to come.

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Far away in Ali's headquarters in Hangzhou, Ma Liyun, Zhang Yong and Cai Xin sat around the coffee table, drinking tea and chatting.

After Zhifubao went online, it has been making losses for many consecutive years. Every time Ma Liyun went to Yahoo's Yang Zhiyuan to report on the financial situation and mentioned Zhifubao, the other party would either shake his head or get up and leave.

As a major shareholder of Ali, Yang Zhiyuan has little interest in Zhifubao.

But Ma Liyun has a different idea. Having lived in China for many years, he knows how important a payment license with a high market share is to an e-commerce company.

Since Yahoo is not optimistic about it, it is better to transfer the ownership of Zhifubao to your own company.

However, this is difficult to implement and requires at least the consent of Yahoo and Softbank.

"Think about it, is there any reasonable and legal way?"

Ma Liyun looked at Zhang Yong and Cai Xin and asked with an annoyed look on his face.

Cai Xintong is one of the founders of Ali and serves as the chief financial officer. He has the most experience in equity change operations.

He was about to speak when Zhang Yong beat him to the punch: "Chen Yansen from FoxTao recently obtained a payment license, but before he could even warm up to it, he transferred it to his sole proprietorship, Senlian Capital."

Fox Tao? Chen Yansen?
Ma Liyun was slightly stunned, and quickly remembered this person. Since Zhang Yong mentioned him, there must be a deep meaning behind it.

"Last June, the government issued a regulation on the qualifications for non-financial institutions to hold payment licenses. The foreign ownership ratio of Zhifubao just happened to touch this red line. I saw this as an opportunity."

Zhang Yong pushed his glasses and said with a confident smile.

"You're saying that if we use the regulations as an excuse to transfer ownership of Zhifubao, even if Yahoo and Softbank pursue responsibility later, we can use this excuse to ward them off?"

After a moment's thought, Cai Xin understood what Zhang Yong meant.

"Did Chen Yansen do the same thing?" Ma Liyun was a little surprised. He didn't expect that Chen Yansen had not only thought of a solution to the problem that had troubled him for many days, but also actually accomplished it.

What Zhang Yong meant was that he should just copy Chen Yansen's homework!

"That's right!" Zhang Yong smiled helplessly.

Since last year's Double Eleven, Yitao and Juhuasuan have been learning the brand group strategy from FoxTao. Zhang Yong inevitably paid more attention to Chen Yansen, who is less than 20 years old.

After learning about Chen Yansen's actions after applying for the payment license, he immediately realized that their opportunity had come.

"We have to act quickly and not give Yang Zhiyuan time to react." Ma Liyun did not think that doing so violated business ethics. Since it was reasonable and legal, he could do it.

When the time comes, Yang Zhiyuan will come and we can talk slowly. There will always be a way to solve it.

As a successful businessman, although Ali's current performance has the strength to ring the bell on Nasdaq, he holds too few shares. Ma Liyun has been dragging it out, hoping to accumulate strength to buy back the 40% stake held by Yahoo.

He didn't want Yang Zhiyuan to swallow up all the profits after Ali went public.

"I'll handle it." Cai Xin said lightly.

The plan was there, he just had to execute it.

"I want to meet this young man at the Double Eleven launch event this year." Ma Liyun felt a sense of appreciation for talent and planned to recruit Fox Tao and Chen Yansen under his command.

As for FoxTao’s valuation of more than 2 billion, Ma Liyun didn’t care at all.

Anyway, Yitao.com is half dead. If it weren't for the Ali Alliance to attract traffic and the strong promotion of the store manager, it would probably not be as good as Meilishuo.

By acquiring Fox Tao, Ali can supplement the third-party traffic entrance and enhance the group's revenue capacity.

"Okay, I'll arrange it later." Zhang Yong replied with a smile.

No one could have imagined that this matter involving the change of hundreds of billions of shares was decided in this room, and the inspiration for the implementation plan came from a freshman.

the other side.

Chen Yansen drove Song Yuncheng all the way and arrived at the hot spring hotel in Shidu at 3:30 pm.

Chen Yansen had brought Mengjie to this place before, so this time she felt more familiar with the place.

After checking in, Chen Yansen took Song Yuncheng's hand and gently pushed her into the room.

Outside the three-meter-high glass curtain wall, there is a row of lush purple bamboos. Behind the purple bamboos is a wall, and behind the wall is the mountainside.

The privacy is great!
"Take a bath first, and then there will be a concert and an open-air barbecue in the evening."

Chen Yansen let go of the suitcase, grabbed the hem of his shirt and lifted it up, revealing his muscular upper body.

His muscles are clearly defined, but not as exaggerated as those of a bodybuilder. His muscles are thin, similar to those of a swimmer, and he looks more stylish.

Song Yuncheng stood there. They hadn't been this close for a month, and she felt a little awkward being in the same room suddenly.

"What are you standing there for?"

Chen Yansen was not polite at all and started to take off his pants after he finished speaking.

Song Yuncheng subconsciously covered his eyes.

Seeing this, Chen Yansen stopped what he was doing, walked over barefoot, and hugged Song Yuncheng in his arms: "It seems that we are strangers now. You saw everything last time."

Without waiting for Song Yuncheng to speak, Chen Yansen lowered his head and kissed him.

The girl's lips are pink and soft, like the QQ candy she ate in the morning.

As an old locksmith, Chen Yansen is very understanding.

The water in the hot spring pool is constantly flowing in, and the sound of rushing water can be heard.

When Song Yuncheng came to his senses, the two of them had already walked from the door to the pool.

For a moment, the water splashed. It wasn't until the sky outside the window darkened and the thick night spread across the sky that the two of them washed off, changed into clean clothes, and walked towards the hotel lawn.

Above my head, a crescent moon hangs high, emitting cool moonlight.

While Chen Yansen was enjoying his vacation, Ma Liyun was busy planning to transfer the ownership of Zhifubao.

at the same time.

A group buying website in Chengdu has launched an activity to buy TA-4K Skyhawk fighter jets for 10 yuan, even though it is a broken aircraft that has been retired for ten years and has been in existence for more than 50 years.

However, the combination of the keywords "10 yuan", "group purchase" and "fighter jet" still attracted the attention of tens of thousands of netizens, with thousands of participants.

Inspired by this, other websites have launched group buying businesses for houses, home appliances, cars, etc., maximizing the gimmick traffic.

Late at night, in a hot spring hotel on the hillside of Shidu Mountain.

Chen Yansen was lying in the pool, scrolling through the news on his phone with one hand and resting his other hand on Song Yuncheng's shoulder, gently touching it rhythmically, as if he was massaging, or like a child, just for fun.

Song Yuncheng lay side by side with him, the warm water wrapping around their bodies. The fatigue in his heart seemed to have gradually dissipated over the past two days.

She looked at Chen Yansen's angular profile, his sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, with a nonchalant smile on the corner of his mouth.

Chen Yansen is indeed excellent, but he cannot completely belong to himself.

Song Yuncheng sighed softly, lying in Chen Yansen's arms, his eyes fell on the crystal chandelier above his head, his mind was blank, without any other thoughts.

"Chen Yansen, it would be better if you weren't so fickle."

Song Yuncheng sighed inwardly, feeling that he was sinking deeper and deeper into the trap. He was afraid that one day Meng Jie would find out, or that Chen Yansen would fall in love with another girl.

"What are you thinking about?"

Chen Yansen looked at her dazed look and asked with a chuckle.

"If one day you go bankrupt and I am richer than you, would you be willing to follow me?"

Song Yuncheng changed the way he described his last dream and asked tentatively.

"You want to support me?"

Chen Yansen was stunned. This was the first time that Song Yuncheng asked a girl to support him.

His looks, figure and abilities could easily attract the hearts of older and younger sisters. Chen Yansen smiled awkwardly. He didn't want to be a gigolo, even though gigolos were sweet and fragrant.

"Is it not possible?" Song Yuncheng sat up straight, leaned on his chest, and asked back righteously.

"Okay, but I might have a few girlfriends by then. Can you support them all?"

Chen Yansen grinned wickedly and reached down with his hands.

"You have no money left, yet you still want to be unfaithful?" Song Yuncheng pouted and frowned, his eyes red, feeling extremely uncomfortable.

"I was just kidding, you took it seriously? The fortune teller said that I'm allergic to poverty in this life and can only be rich."

Chen Yansen pecked her lips lightly and said with a confident smile.

"Chen Yansen, I really want time to stop for these two days." Thinking that he would have to go back to school tomorrow, Song Yuncheng could no longer hold back the tears in his eyes and fell into the hot spring with a 'plop' sound.

Chen Yansen smiled, picked up Song Yuncheng, and walked towards the big bed on the first floor.

the other side.

Mengjie just got off the car, carrying the packed beef soup and thousand-roll fried dough sticks, took a taxi back to Xucheng College, and ran excitedly to the 4th floor of the teachers' apartment.

She took out the key and opened the door, but found that there was no one in the room and Chen Yansen was not there.

I wanted to give Chen Yansen a surprise, but ended up being disappointed.

Meng Jie had no choice but to take out her cell phone and call Chen Yansen.

"Hello, I'm back. Why aren't you at home?" Mengjie sat on the sofa, her calves shaking unconsciously, her tone a little lost.

Chen Yansen looked at Song Yuncheng under him, breathed a sigh of relief, and said truthfully: "I'm tired of staying at school, so I came to Shidu to take a hot spring bath. Do you want to come?"

"Forget it, it's too late. I brought you some delicious food. Come back early tomorrow." Meng Jie said with a giggle without any suspicion.

Song Yuncheng felt a pang of sadness in her heart when she heard them talking. She hugged Chen Yansen's waist and bit his shoulder.

Chen Yansen's physique is 6.47 meters, and his skin and flesh density is different from that of ordinary people. When Song Yuncheng bit him, it felt like biting on cowhide, which was hard and tough.

After biting for a long time, only a shallow tooth mark was left.

Seeing that she was restless, Chen Yansen immediately grasped Song Yuncheng's weakness and rubbed it gently.

"Okay, see you tomorrow." After Chen Yansen hung up the phone, he picked up Song Yuncheng, whose skin was flushed, and dived into the quilt.

The next morning, the sky was slightly bright.

Chen Yansen woke up, full of energy and energy. It seems that becoming stronger has both advantages and disadvantages.

It has become difficult for him to sleep in. Now he wakes up naturally after sleeping for four or five hours.

He glanced down and saw Song Yuncheng, who was lying beside him, sleeping soundly.

Chen Yansen stood up, walked to his desk and sat down, picked up a book called "ARM Architecture and Programming", and flipped through it quickly, turning one page per second.

His brain is like a scanner. All the text and picture information that his eyes scan are absorbed, rearranged and combined in his mind, and slowly form a knowledge system and framework.

When Song Yuncheng woke up, Chen Yansen had already finished reading more than ten books, some of which were borrowed from the library and some of which he bought in Dongguan.

After reading, he would throw the books he bought on the second floor of the Entrepreneurship Park as public books and magazines for the project team, just as a secondary use.

"Why are you suddenly working so hard recently? Do you want to take the postgraduate entrance examination?" Song Yuncheng, wearing a short T-shirt and exposing his two white and slender legs, walked behind Chen Yansen and asked curiously.

"It's just to kill time. Why would I want to take the postgraduate entrance exam? If I wasn't afraid of Lao Chen's nagging, I wouldn't even want to go to college."

Chen Yansen smiled and shook his head, denying it directly.

"If you didn't come to college, how would we have met?" Song Yuncheng put his hand on his shoulder and massaged his shoulder socket in a serious manner.

Chen Yansen thought to himself: Then I will definitely meet Zhang Yuncheng, Li Yuncheng or Wang Yuncheng somewhere else.

But he didn't say this out loud. Song Yuncheng looked strong, but in fact he had a low tear point. He had to comfort her when she cried, and he didn't want to cause trouble for himself.

"You haven't told me about your family, so who is Lao Chen?" Song Yuncheng explained clearly that Chen Yansen and Mengjie were high school classmates. Mengjie must know Chen Yansen better, but she knew nothing about it.

Chen Yansen was not shy about his family situation. He briefly talked about Chen Guobin and his bookstore, and how Old Chen kicked him when he was a child.

Hearing Song Yuncheng's giggle, and learning that Chen Yansen had lost his mother when he was born, she hugged Chen Yansen with a look of heartache.

Chen Yansen turned around, held Song Yuncheng on his lap, and said pitifully, "I haven't had a single sip since I was a child. Can you fulfill my wish?"

Song Yuncheng was stunned for a moment, not reacting. Following Chen Yansen's gaze, he blushed immediately, his body limp as he said coquettishly, "Chen Yansen, you are such a piece of shit."

Somehow, she remembered the dream she had last time. In the dream, Chen Yansen was poor and destitute, and she was supporting him. He was lying in her arms and calling her "Mom".

For a moment, the atmosphere became charming.

It was already 1:30 in the afternoon when the two left the hotel.

"You drive the car, I'll read for a while."

Chen Yansen threw the car keys to Song Yuncheng without any courtesy.

"I've only had my driver's license for a month. Aren't you afraid I'll drive my car into a ditch?"

Song Yuncheng took the key and joked.

"Then I'll deduct your commission for next month." Chen Yansen smiled and sat in the passenger seat, saying nonchalantly.

Song Yuncheng glared at him and was so angry that she wanted to curse. At this moment, she wanted to quit her job because this bastard threatened her all day long.

But in the end, she got into the car obediently, started the car and drove towards Xucheng College.

On the way, Chen Yansen received a call from Zhou Hongyi, inviting him to attend the Internet Open Conference to be held at the end of the month.

It’s just that the company is listed and they want to show off.

Chen Yansen was disdainful in his heart, but after learning that the bosses or senior executives of Dongfang, Lenovo, Sina and Shanda, as well as partners from several investment institutions would be present, he readily agreed.

It would be nice to make some friends and get some resources at the same time.

Many financing collaborations are facilitated in such occasions.

Although their first meeting in Yanjing was not very pleasant, for businessmen, if there is no direct competition, then there are potential friends.

An hour later, Song Yuncheng parked the car at the gate of Xuyuan, picked up his backpack, got out of the car, and returned the keys to Chen Yansen.

"Come tonight at 04:18. I have a design task for you."

Chen Yansen warned seriously.

"You think I would believe you? At school, you are my boss and my master."

Song Yuncheng waved her hand and said goodbye with a smile. How could she not understand Chen Yansen's thoughts?

Even if she got the key to room 0418, she would not go there.

"I'm serious." Chen Yansen emphasized.

Song Yuncheng turned his head, his face full of disbelief: "Do you believe this yourself?"

"If you don't come, your salary will be deducted." Chen Yansen raised the car window and drove towards the teachers' apartment.

He does have design requirements, but it is not convenient to hand them over to FoxTao's designers. According to Wang Teng's current research and development progress, it is estimated that the test version of the Aurora system will be completed in early June.

But the phone’s brand logo doesn’t even have a name yet, so it’s time to put it on the agenda.

(End of this chapter)