Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

”Combine! Upgrade!”

Chen Yansen focused his mind, converting 177,049 wisps of Human Dao Fire into 1,770 wisps of Divine Dao Fire.

A vast and majestic golden mist once again materialized out of thin air and shot into the space between his eyebrows.

Chen Yansen had long since grown accustomed to the subtle changes during the upgrade process. His brain felt as if it were soaking in a hot spring, an utterly comfortable sensation.

As he absorbed and assimilated the golden mist, the black hole eidolon above his head grew even more bizarre, as if it were about to pull in the surrounding light.

But upon closer inspection, he decided it was just an illusion caused by the explosive growth of his Spiritual Power.

In just a few breaths, his Spiritual Power value soared from 55.64 to 73.34!

The range of his Divine Sense continued to expand, extending from over fifteen meters to more than seventeen. Within the surrounding three-hundred-plus square meters, every single movement was under his control.

Chen Yansen waved his hand, and the refrigerator opened automatically. A dozen or so bottles of drinks floated in mid-air. By a rough estimate, his telekinetic weight limit was around fifteen pounds.

It was a significant increase compared to May.

With a thought from Chen Yansen, the drinks flew back into the refrigerator, and the door snapped shut with a CLICK.

Seeing this, he couldn’t help but think, ’In three months at most, my Spiritual Power will break 100. I wonder what kind of talent this damn system will give me?’

Telepathy?

Mind control?

Or mental creation?

Chen Yansen narrowed his eyes, a faint sense of anticipation growing within him.

Just then, Wang Zihao called and asked if he wanted to have lunch together. Besides him and Prince Ziyuan, Meng Jie would be there too.

”Shuangqing Restaurant? Not high-class enough! Let’s go to the Sky Garden. Wait for me at the East Gate.” Chen Yansen thought for a moment and readily agreed.

Prince Ziyuan was just a little brat. There was no need to avoid her.

Shuangqing Restaurant? Not high-class enough!

Wang Zihao was taken aback for a moment, cursing inwardly, ’That bastard Chen Yansen, ditching his bros for a girl! When it’s just us guys eating, I never see you complaining about the place not being high-class enough.’

「At the same time.」

Yanjing, Qian Du Headquarters.

”Out of money again? How on earth did Cheng Wei manage that?” For the first time, Li Yanhong showed a hint of surprise regarding the DiDi Dache project.

From the end of May to the beginning of July, in less than forty days, Cheng Wei had burned through the 200 million in C-round financing.

Yet DiDi Dache’s operational range currently only covered three cities: Yanjing, Changshan, and Jinmen.

The peak average daily order volume was only 500,000!

If they continued to expand at this rate, Qian Du would have to invest several billion, at the very least.

If DiDi Dache went through another round of financing, Qian Du would become the largest shareholder.

”Boss, the ride-sharing industry burns through too much cash. I heard Fast Taxi’s marketing funds are being depleted even more severely. Now it’s just a matter of who gives out first.”

Liang Zhixiang, the Vice President of Qian Du Network sitting opposite him, said with a frown.

Wincing as if it were his own money being spent, Li Yanhong demanded, ”Where is Cheng Wei’s operational strategy? Does he only know how to throw money around?”

Liang Zhixiang sighed and remained silent.

The greatest skill appears clumsy. In reality, when internet tycoons fight, it’s no different from a brawl between elementary schoolers.

If you don’t burn cash and engage in a price war, will users really stick with you?

The war between Penguin and 360, Jingdong suppressing Dangdang, the group assault on Jingdong by Sunning, Gome, and Pinbei, and the struggle between Clound Speed and the Three Passes and One Reach—all of these demonstrated that price wars are the most effective business strategy.

Li Yanhong was clearly much slower to pull out his wallet this time. After a moment of thought, he called Ma Wenteng.

”Pony, let’s sit down and talk,” Li Yanhong suggested.

Ma Wenteng pushed up his glasses and sneered inwardly. He didn’t even want to bother with Li Yanhong.

Last time, Liu Zhiping had stepped in, hoping to call a truce in the subsidy war between DiDi and Fast Taxi, but Li Yanhong had insisted on ”keeping the fight going”!

’It’s only been a month, and he can’t take it anymore?’