Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

’Looks like my current strength isn’t enough to crush a stone after all. That was just an illusion brought on by the sudden surge in power.’

Chen Yansen sighed, tossing the water bottle aside with a loss of interest.

He also checked his height and weight; there wasn’t much change.

’I should try it out at the gym.’

Once the idea popped into his head, he could no longer suppress it.

Chen Yansen grabbed his jacket, got in his car, and drove toward a gym off-campus.

The one-week trial pass the receptionist had given him last time had long expired. There was a new person at the front desk this time, which was common. These gym owners loved hiring cheap university students, so the staff turnover was ridiculously high.

Chen Yansen decided to just get an annual membership. He could give it to Wang Zihao later so it wouldn’t go to waste.

He walked into the gym and saw a total of three people inside.

’It’s the New Year’s holiday. People with partners are probably out having fun, and the studious ones are in the library. The only ones at the gym are probably the singles.’

As he thought this, Chen Yansen walked toward the barbells.

”Hey! I thought the name Chen Yansen sounded familiar last time. Turns out you’re the boss of FoxTao! A pleasure to meet you!”

Hu Yongfan had been doing chest presses. The moment he saw Chen Yansen, he immediately put down the equipment and walked over with a smile.

”Uh, hello.” Chen Yansen froze for a second. This was the guy who had lent him gear before, but he had long forgotten his name.

It couldn’t be helped. Chen Yansen only had a strong memory for pretty girls with great figures.

”Deadlifts?” Hu Yongfan asked proactively.

”Yeah.” Chen Yansen was suspicious of the guy’s sexual orientation and didn’t really want to talk to him.

”I’ll help you load the weights!” Hu Yongfan, seemingly oblivious to the rejection on Chen Yansen’s face, started busying himself.

A moment later, he turned and asked, ”Start with 140 kilograms?”

”Let’s do 220 kilograms,” Chen Yansen said flatly.

His constitution had increased by nearly 60%. If he wasn’t afraid of scaring Hu Yongfan, he would have even wanted to start with 300 kilograms.

”Holy shit! Badass!” Hu Yongfan gave a thumbs-up, his gaze on Chen Yansen fervent.

Seeing that look in his eyes, Chen Yansen subconsciously took a step back.

”Alright! I’ll go get you a weightlifting belt and knee sleeves,” Hu Yongfan said, getting up and walking toward a nearby bench.

Chen Yansen grunted in acknowledgment and walked to the barbell. There were five 20-kilogram plates on each side of the bar. Including the bar itself, it was roughly the weight of three adult men.

He glanced at Hu Yongfan, who was still rummaging for the gear, then bent down and gripped the bar firmly with both hands.

”Up!”

With a low shout from Chen Yansen, the 220-kilogram barbell felt almost weightless as he easily pulled it past his knees.

Hearing the noise, Hu Yongfan turned around and his jaw dropped. A raw deadlift of 220 kilograms?

’Is Chen Yansen’s body made of iron?’

THUD! The barbell slammed heavily onto the ground.

Chen Yansen savored the feeling, or rather, the lack thereof. It felt about the same as his 140-kilogram deadlift last time—maybe even easier.

”President Chen! Don’t be so reckless! If the gym owner saw that, he’d refund your membership on the spot!”

Seeing him about to add more weight, Hu Yongfan hurried over with the protective gear to stop him.

He had a lot of gym experience. He could tell at a glance that Chen Yansen weighed no more than 85 kilograms. The last time, when he pulled 260 kilograms, he had just chalked it up to Chen Yansen having a large frame, high bone density, and being exceptionally gifted. But today’s raw deadlift had genuinely scared him.

”Yeah, thanks.” Chen Yansen took the belt and knee sleeves, put them on, and then looked at the barbell on the floor.

After a moment’s thought, he added more plates to each side, bringing the weight to 340 kilograms.

”President Chen, you’re not kidding, are you?” Hu Yongfan was incredulous. Professional lifters could only pull a little over twice their body weight; over three times was the level of a top-tier athlete.

Chen Yansen didn’t say a word. He gripped the bar and adjusted the details of his stance, searching for the most comfortable point to exert force. It was an indescribable feeling, as if he had become self-taught in an instant.

”Get the hell up!”