Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

Chapter 63: Chapter 62: I Didn’t Ask for It, He Forced It on Me

The next morning, just as Chen Yansen was sleeping soundly, he was woken up by his phone ringing.

”Hello? Who is this?”

Chen Yansen groggily pressed the answer button without even checking the caller ID and mumbled the question.

”Student Chen Yansen, this is Guo Dongchen, your counselor.”

In the past two months, the number of times Guo Dongchen had seen Chen Yansen in a classroom could be counted on one hand. Perhaps fearing Chen Yansen had forgotten him, he made sure to emphasize who he was.

”Old Guo, the sun isn’t even up yet, and you’re calling me? Don’t tell me you want to ask me for a morning run?”

Chen Yansen wasn’t fully awake yet, and his words were all jumbled.

Guo Dongchen was speechless. He glanced at the time; it was already 7:30 AM.

He took a deep breath and patiently explained, ”Principal Tang heard you got 10 million in funding from Ma Wenteng and is insisting on visiting the Innovation Park this morning to inspect your work. You brat, you made the principal wait for half an hour last time. No matter what, you have to be prepared in advance today.”

”I didn’t take it willingly. Mr. Ma insisted on giving it to me.”

Chen Yansen flatly denied it. The distinction was a huge one.

If Ma Wenteng had forced the money on him and he had eventually accepted, it meant he was doing the other party a favor. But if word got out that he had *asked* for 10 million from Ma Wenteng, wouldn’t that make it seem like he was the one begging?

”...”

Guo Dongchen really wanted to hang up, but the dean’s instructions came to mind, so he continued, ”Remember to prepare a proper welcome. And don’t forget, I’m still the one holding your attendance record.”

After saying that, he hung up with a BEEP, giving Chen Yansen no chance to respond.

’That old geezer!’

’I hope you fail your PhD entrance exams!’

Chen Yansen rubbed his eyes, threw off his blanket, and reluctantly went into the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face.

As for Guo Dongchen’s threat, he didn’t take it to heart at all. He knew very well that Tang Qingshan desperately needed him as a golden-lettered signboard. Forget skipping class—even if he failed his courses, he could still get awards and honors.

’When you’re strong enough, everyone else is just a scrub in front of you!’

After washing up and getting dressed, Chen Yansen took a quick glance in the mirror. After several point-allocation enhancements, his height was now 186 cm. He wore a pure black shirt, paired with black-striped casual pants. He had the build of a model—broad back, narrow waist, long legs—and was brimming with vitality and energy.

’In this life, I’m never taking little blue pills again!’

Chen Yansen pushed open his door and headed for the Innovation Park.

Along the way, he thought to himself. He needed to hire another batch of people to fill out the HR, administration, legal, and operations departments. He also had to pick reliable leaders for the operations and customer service teams. It wasn’t a long-term solution to have Song Yuncheng handle everything.

It wasn’t that he disliked her work, but a person’s energy is finite, and with too much to do, mistakes were inevitable.

Before he knew it, Chen Yansen had arrived on the second floor of the Innovation Park.

Passing by Cao Dahua’s office, he deliberately peeked inside and saw the man leisurely sipping his morning tea.

”Teacher Cao, enjoying your tea!”

Chen Yansen nudged the glass office door open with the tip of his foot and walked in with a smile.

”Well, if it isn’t Student Chen Yansen! Come on, sit down! Try this year’s new tea from my hometown. I wouldn’t bear to share this with just anyone.”

When Cao Dahua saw it was Chen Yansen, he straightened up with a broad smile and enthusiastically poured him a cup.

”Then I’m in for a treat. Thank you, Teacher Cao.” Chen Yansen blew on the tea and took a small sip. Without beating around the bush, he got straight to the point, ”Teacher Cao, could I trouble you to find the keys for Rooms 202 and 210 for me?”

”Hiring again?”

Cao Dahua was startled and asked as a reflex.

”We’re short-staffed right now, especially on the development side. I can’t have them pulling all-nighters and working overtime every day, can I?”

Chen Yansen spread his hands and explained with a wry smile.

”That’s true. The monthly electricity bill for your rooms—206, 208, and 204—is higher than the twenty-some startup offices downstairs combined,” Cao Dahua joked with a laugh.