Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

He had only been joking, but to Wang Zhengqiang’s surprise, Song Yang actually nodded.

”Damn! Aren’t you and Sister Yin getting along great?” Wang Zhengqiang asked, looking utterly confused.

”Song Yang broke up?” Tang Zhenzhe, Meng Xibo, and Zhu Xiaopeng, who had just walked in, overheard the last part of the sentence and immediately started prying for gossip.

Chen Yansen sat in his seat, looking down at the real-time sales data for the Orange C3 and Qingcheng D1S. From 6 p.m. until now, the two phones had sold a total of 597,000 units, a sales pace that far exceeded his expectations.

The mobile phone market in 2012 wasn’t as cutthroat as he had imagined.

If even trash like the 360 Mobile Phone, the NetEase phone, and the Aliyun Phone could sell several million units, then it seemed perfectly reasonable for the Orange Mobile Phone to sell a million units in a single day.

As for Song Yang?

’He couldn’t even be bothered to chew him out. The guy was clearly born with a silver spoon, yet he insisted on starting from scratch. If that’s the case, then what was the point of his dad working his ass off for decades? Wasn’t it all for nothing? Just like that idiot son from the Wanda family. He clearly had a screw loose. Still, it was for the best that they broke up. He’d met that Fu Yin girl before. Her cunning and sophistication were on a completely different level than Song Yang’s.’

”Should I talk to HR tomorrow and have her fired?”

Chen Yansen suggested out of the blue.

He had only given Fu Yin a position in Orange Technology’s design department as a favor to Song Yang. Now that they had broken up, why the hell should he continue the favor?

Tang Zhenzhe, Meng Xibo, and Wang Zhengqiang exchanged glances, seeing this cold, stern side of Chen Yansen for the first time.

”That... doesn’t seem right, does it?” Zhu Xiaopeng said meekly.

”Thanks, Brother Sen, but that’s not necessary.” Song Yang thought they could still be friends after breaking up and should leave each other with some dignity.

”Orange Technology has plenty of outstanding young men. Programmers making four or five hundred thousand a year are a dime a dozen, and they’re very attractive to young women...” Chen Yansen said slowly.

”Brother Sen, I’ll have to trouble you then. Fire her.” Song Yang’s mood changed on a dime; he clearly wasn’t over Fu Yin yet.

”...” Tang Zhenzhe.

”...” Meng Xibo.

”...” Wang Zhengqiang.

”...” Zhu Xiaopeng.

’What a simp!’

Chen Yansen mentally commented, his eyes filled with disdain as he looked at Song Yang.

Then, the three single guys, none of whom had ever been in a relationship, began to analyze Song Yang’s situation for him with the air of seasoned experts.

”Brother Zhe, you’ve never even held a girl’s hand, but you seem to be an expert on relationships. Impressive!” Wang Zhengqiang teased with a laugh.

Tang Zhenzhe’s face flushed. That was a low blow from Wang Zhengqiang. Stiffening his neck, he retorted, ”So I’ve never eaten pork, but I’ve seen a pig run, haven’t I? Does a pianist also have to know how to build a piano?”

”Qiangzi, don’t interrupt! I think Brother Zhe has a point.” Song Yang waved his hand, gesturing for Wang Zhengqiang to shut up.

Chen Yansen chuckled to himself at the scene. The twenty-year-old Song Yang was so damn naive. He was a completely different person from the greasy, middle-aged man who, a decade later, would be at a business KTV with his arms linked around a girl, sharing a drink.

Thanks to Boss Song’s recent heartbreak, the gathering didn’t end until midnight.

Tang Zhenzhe and the others, who still hadn’t had their fill, grabbed a case of beer and a bag of savory snacks. They planned to get a hotel room and drink until dawn—after all, tomorrow was Sunday, so they didn’t have work.

The group staggered out of the restaurant and headed toward a hotel.

”Brother Sen, what do you think I should do?” asked Song Yang, his face flushed and his speech slightly slurred from the alcohol, as he tugged on Chen Yansen’s arm.

”If you want to keep Fu Yin, give up on your startup. Otherwise, just find someone else.”

Chen Yansen shrugged and added, ”The breakup rate among college couples is over seventy percent. From an economic standpoint, most breakups are caused by imperfect competition, diminishing marginal utility, and increasing opportunity costs. So when it comes to feelings, if you get serious, you lose.”

”Brother Sen, I’m enlightened,” Song Yang replied after a dozen seconds of silence.