Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

The veins on Chen Yansen’s arms bulged. Blood and energy flowed through them as the muscles in his upper body, lower body, and back all fired at once.

From a distance, the nearly 750-pound weight was lifted without the slightest pause.

”Fuck! Is he even fucking human?” Hu Yongfan swallowed hard and muttered under his breath.

Lifting four times his own body weight... it was terrifying!

THUD!

The ground let out a muffled boom upon impact.

Chen Yansen wasn’t even red in the face or breathing hard. He shook out his wrists, feeling like he still had plenty of strength to spare.

Time to add more!

The barbell’s weight broke past 380 kilograms!

Chen Yansen still used a mixed grip. This time, it was clearly more difficult; the veins on his forehead bulged. However, his movement was still smooth, showing he hadn’t reached his limit yet.

By the time he had increased the weight to 420 kilograms, Hu Yongfan finally snapped out of it and quickly pulled out his phone to record a video.

”Bro, put the phone away.”

Seeing this, Chen Yansen waved his hand at him.

Normally, Hu Yongfan might have ignored him, but facing Chen Yansen, he didn’t dare make a peep. He just gave a dry laugh and stuffed his phone back into his bag.

He knew in his heart that Chen Yansen could probably kill him several times over with a single punch.

CREAK... GROAN...!

The bar, straining under the weight of the plates, creaked and bent into an arc.

Chen Yansen found the right moment to exert force, his muscles and tendons instantly tensing. The weight, over 900 pounds, was a struggle for him.

His blood surged, and his arms, thighs, and face turned red. His muscles gorged with blood again, their striations clearly visible.

Chen Yansen felt a searing heat trapped in his chest. He unleashed his strength in a sudden burst and laboriously pulled the barbell up.

THUD-BOOM!

Chen Yansen let go. A large cloud of white vapor puffed from his nostrils. His forehead was bright red, and he was panting heavily, clearly nearing exhaustion.

”President Chen, with your level, you could completely dominate any domestic powerlifting competition. You’re too damn badass!”

Seeing that he had stopped and had no intention of adding more weight, Hu Yongfan quickly handed him a bottle of mineral water and sang his praises.

”Where would I find the time to enter competitions? So what if I’m strong? The times have changed. Being rich is what makes you the boss now.”

Chen Yansen scoffed, but he took the water. He secretly checked the bottle cap, and only after seeing it was fine did he take a large gulp.

”Hey! I almost forgot you’re the big boss of FoxTao. For someone who’s so good at making money, you really don’t need to be this strong.”

Hu Yongfan flexed his pecs and said with a laugh.

”By the way, how did you train to get this strong? What supplements do you usually take? I heard they’ve got some new stuff in the Lighthouse Country that works wonders,” Hu Yongfan continued, not waiting for Chen Yansen to reply.

”I was born with it,” Chen Yansen said arrogantly with a grin.

He couldn’t care less whether Hu Yongfan believed him or not.

Hu Yongfan smiled and said nothing, but inwardly he was roasting him, mentally slapping the label ’Technology Warrior’ on Chen Yansen.

Last time he deadlifted 260 kilograms, and now, just a month later, he was up to 420 kilograms.

Honestly, Hu Yongfan really wanted to ask what drugs Chen Yansen was on. He wanted to try them too.

”Um, President Chen, I actually submitted my resume to your company for the Investment Attraction position. What do you think of me?” Hu Yongfan asked with a smile, sitting down across from Chen Yansen.

”Your communication skills seem fine. We’ll talk after you pass the initial interview,” Chen Yansen replied perfunctorily.

’I still haven’t figured out this guy’s orientation. If I hire him into the project team, Zhang Wenbo and Xiang Pengfei will be in trouble. They’re both fair-skinned and refined-looking—exactly the type these muscular guys like.’

”President Chen, how about I bring my girlfriend to the next interview?” Hu Yongfan suggested, feeling helpless.

The suspicion in Chen Yansen’s eyes was too obvious. Hu Yongfan felt he had no way to defend himself; he was so desperate he felt like he should drag Chen Yansen along the next time he went to a hotel with his girlfriend.

”Fine!” Considering the guy had lent him gear twice now, Chen Yansen felt it wasn’t right to keep refusing him.