Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

A month ago, the head office had upgraded the online service portal. They were planning to launch the public beta of a new portal tomorrow—they’d even changed the domain name. On top of the original services, they added options to reserve vanity numbers, order SIM cards, and sign up for broadband.

Seeing his reaction, Chen Yansen immediately got the gist of the situation.

In the past, the telecom company hadn’t paid much attention to online channels because of the low adoption rate of online banking and payment tools. However, driven by the rise of e-commerce platforms, not only were users’ payment difficulties solved, but the telecom company also began to see the importance of online channels.

Taobao’s cumulative sales for Singles’ Day and Double 12 reached 10 billion yuan, a figure far more shocking at the time than the 500 billion it would reach a decade later.

Before this, no one had ever imagined that the scale of e-commerce could reach billions of yuan in a single day.

Seeing Chen Yansen just smiling without a word, Zhao Maolin slapped his forehead and said, ”Junior Brother Chen, how do you want to cooperate?”

”Treat the telecom company as a vendor on the platform. Users can top up their call credits, buy SIM cards, and sign up for broadband, all within your ’store’.”

Chen Yansen said directly.

Since the telecom company already had an online card-selling business, convincing Zhao Maolin and his bosses would be much simpler.

For the telecom company, it was merely adding one more sales channel.

”There’s no precedent for this, but I don’t think it’ll be a major issue. I’ll get back to you once I’ve finalized things.”

Zhao Maolin replied earnestly.

”Thanks, Brother Zhao. Let’s have another drink.” Chen Yansen filled their glasses and raised his.

Amidst the clinking of glasses, the fourth bottle of Moutai was quickly emptied.

”Xiaoli, go get two more bottles.” Although Zhao Maolin felt he was nearing his limit, he saw that Chen Yansen still looked clear-eyed and sober. He felt he hadn’t been a good host and needed to go a couple more rounds.

”Brother Zhao, a pleasant buzz is better than getting blackout drunk. Surely you don’t want to drink your little brother into the hospital?”

Chen Yansen said with a teasing smile.

His words gave Zhao Maolin a graceful way out.

”True. In that case, your big brother will let you off the hook.” Zhao Maolin laughed loudly, thinking, ’Drinking with a guy like Chen Yansen is great. We can drink well, and it’s always satisfying.’

Song Yuncheng immediately stood up, excused herself, and walked out.

”Xiaoli, go settle the bill.” Although Zhao Maolin’s body felt floaty, he could still see what Song Yuncheng was up to.

”This is a farewell drink, and it’s a celebration for Brother Zhao’s promotion. I have to be the one to pay today.”

Chen Yansen stopped Zhao Maolin, speaking with a smile.

Xiaoli looked at his boss, awaiting further instructions. After a long moment, Zhao Maolin sighed and stopped insisting.

He plopped back down in his seat and said to Chen Yansen, ”In that case, I’ll arrange the next round.”

”My girlfriend is with me,” Chen Yansen said, making an excuse to decline.

”So, Director Song really is your girlfriend? Look at this mess. Good thing I didn’t say what kind of place Star of the Milky Way is.”

Zhao Maolin gave a dry laugh and playfully complained to Chen Yansen.

”Make sure you get Brother Zhao home safely in a bit. Call me if anything comes up.”

Chen Yansen smiled and instructed Xiaoli.

”Yes, President Chen,” Xiaoli quickly agreed.

A warmth spread through Zhao Maolin’s heart. He slung an arm over Chen Yansen’s shoulder. Before, their relationship had a hint of insincerity to it, a mere marriage of interests.

But at this moment, Chen Yansen’s considerate words made him feel exceptionally comfortable. ’He really sees me as a big brother.’

In reality, this was due to Chen Yansen’s high Spirit value. Simple words from his mouth sounded exceptionally sincere, moving even an old fox like Zhao Maolin.

Chen Yansen keenly noticed Zhao Maolin’s unusual reaction. With a quick turn of thought, he understood the reason.

’So Spiritual Power has this kind of wonderful use too. Isn’t this the exclusive skill of a Succubus?’

Chen Yansen laughed to himself. After Song Yuncheng returned from paying the bill, the group took the elevator down to the first floor.

After drinking, the moment the cold wind hit him, Zhao Maolin went limp, mumbling drunkenly.