Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

Chapter 33: Chapter 32: But I’m Your Senior, Junior

Hearing the noise at the door, the guys all looked over in unison.

”Want a drink?”

Chen Yansen suggested with a brilliant smile, holding snacks in one hand and beer in the other.

”I... I can’t drink.”

Song Yang said hesitantly, sitting on his bed.

He had a bit of social anxiety and felt that he and Chen Yansen had only exchanged greetings so far. They weren’t familiar enough to sit and drink together yet.

’Can’t drink?’

’What a load of bullshit!’

In his past life, when he had passed through Qin Island, the two of them had polished off a dozen Pabst Blue Ribbon 1844s while standing on crates. Back then, Song Yang had merely loosened his belt, his face not even flushing.

”Cut the crap! Either you get your ass down here, or I’m coming up.”

Chen Yansen grinned, his threat blatant.

”Brother Sen, I’ll drink with you.”

Zhu Xiaopeng, who had just badmouthed Chen Yansen twice in a row, felt guilty and thought he should make a gesture. He was the first to respond, sidling over with a huge smile on his face.

”Fuck! It’s not like I can sleep anyway. It’s so hot, and this dorm room doesn’t even have an electric fan. This is fucking ridiculous!”

Tang Zhenzhe cursed as he got out of bed, took a can of beer, and chugged a large mouthful.

Chen Yansen laid his suitcase flat and dumped out all the snacks in one go. The pile was huge, easily worth two or three hundred yuan.

”My fellow townsman is so generous! Save me a chicken leg!”

Wang Zhengqiang nimbly hopped out of bed, dragged over a chair, and praised Chen Yansen. After speaking, he didn’t forget to turn his head to the remaining two. ”Bo Bo, Yangyang, you’re the only ones left.”

Meng Xibo and Song Yang glanced at each other, then stopped hesitating. They said their thanks and joined the circle.

”Chen... Brother Sen, it looks like you made a killing as a campus card agent, huh?”

Meng Xibo raised his beer and gently clinked it against Chen Yansen’s before cautiously inquiring.

Whether in his speech, mannerisms, or clothing, Chen Yansen seemed more mature than the others.

Add to that an 800,000-yuan Mercedes-Benz and his height of 1.84 meters, and in their eyes, Chen Yansen seemed to have the natural aura of a big boss.

Meng Xibo hesitated for a moment, then followed Zhu Xiaopeng’s lead and started calling him ’Brother Sen’.

”Not that much, really. Just enough to cover the legwork.”

Chen Yansen replied perfunctorily.

He knew that the fact he could earn 150,000 yuan a day would be too much of a shock for them. After all, their monthly living expenses were only five or six hundred yuan for some, and two thousand at most for others.

”Brother Sen, I heard from some other guys from our hometown that you give them a 50-yuan commission for every card they help you sell.”

Meng Xibo didn’t believe him at all, because he had already learned about the commission rates for campus cards through the hometown association.

”You want to sell campus cards? Sure, no problem. Come find me at the China Telecom event booth tomorrow.”

Chen Yansen heard the hidden meaning in Meng Xibo’s words and didn’t want to beat around the bush, so he addressed it directly.

”Thanks, Brother Sen. I’ll treat you to a meal sometime.”

Meng Xibo was slightly stunned. He hadn’t expected Chen Yansen to agree so readily.

As for why he didn’t get the phone cards from a senior, the reason was simple: he didn’t want to have his cut taken by a middleman.

”Brother Sen, can I do it too?”

Seeing this, Zhu Xiaopeng’s eyes flashed with interest, and he asked with a fawning smile.

Chen Yansen glanced at them. Other than Song Yang, the hidden tycoon, the rest all looked tempted. It was just that some chose to speak up, while others held back to save face.

’Damn it,’ he thought. ’I was just planning to catch up with my old classmates, but I’ve somehow turned this into a recruitment fair for agents.’

After a moment of thought, he spoke up. ”Anyone who wants to sell campus cards, just come find me at the Telecom event booth tomorrow. Let’s drop this topic for now. How about we talk about Ah Qiang’s love life? Did you end up ’losing your body’ or not?”

”Tsk, tsk, tsk, you guys have such dirty minds. What I meant was, I finally caved under the pressure and gave away my first kiss.”

Wang Zhengqiang said with a mischievous grin, taking a sip of beer.

”Tch—you’re so lame!”

Tang Zhenzhe, who had been waiting in anticipation, felt like he’d been played and immediately shot back.