Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

”Bullshit! Who the hell needs you to take care of them? Mind your own damn business!” Chen Guobin cursed.

BEEP BEEP BEEP... Chen Yansen immediately hung up, not bothering to listen to Lao Chen’s nagging.

Afterward, he sent a text message to Ye Qiuping, telling her to come to his office.

Less than three minutes later, a KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK came from outside the door.

”Come in,” Chen Yansen said softly.

Ye Qiuping pushed the door open and, with mincing steps, slowly walked up to President Chen.

A high-necked sweater hugged her upper body snugly, but it couldn’t hide her stunning curves.

Ye Qiuping hiked up her pant leg slightly, deliberately revealing a section of smooth, white lace stockings.

”Are you going back to your hometown for the New Year?” Chen Yansen asked.

”I don’t have a home to go back to.” Ye Qiuping’s lips turned down as she forced a smile, feigning sadness.

”Perfect. Come to my place for the New Year,” Chen Yansen decided on the spot.

”To your place?” The corners of Ye Qiuping’s mouth turned up, unable to hide the delight on her face.

”That’s right. I happen to need a cook. Don’t worry, I’ll pay you,” Chen Yansen said matter-of-factly.

’A cook?’

’You want *me* to make New Year’s Eve dinner for you?’

’Chen Yansen, you’re a fucking bastard!’

Ye Qiuping froze for a second before it dawned on her. She was so angry her chest heaved violently, and she ground her pearly white teeth with a GRIND.

”You don’t want to?” Chen Yansen asked.

”I’d love to,” Ye Qiuping replied, looking aggrieved.

”Good. Off you go, then. Draw up a menu first.” Chen Yansen waved his hand, indicating that she could leave.

”I got you a ’peace apple.’ I wish President Chen a safe, peaceful, and prosperous 2013.” Ye Qiuping’s head hung low as she offered him a bright red apple, reciting the well-wishes in a bitter tone.

”Thanks,” Chen Yansen said, taking the apple and flashing a grin.

’He just wanted to mess with Ye Qiuping. He had to pay her back for every little trick she’d ever pulled on him.’

Ye Qiuping turned and walked straight out of the office.

A moment later, a hint of a smile appeared on her fair, beautiful face. ’At least he likes my cooking.’

Chen Yansen took a short break, then returned to his desk. He switched his computer screen to an assembler window and immersed himself in designing the instruction set compiler.

As the end of the year approached, all the holding subsidiaries under Senlian Capital were busy compiling data for their year-end reports.

Hundreds of kilometers away in Shencheng City, Cao Dahua and Zuo Hongyu sat facing each other, chatting over tea.

”We can finally go back to Xucheng. Old Zuo, would you say this counts as me returning home in glory?” Cao Dahua said smugly, puffing out his round belly.

It was easy to see from his visibly smaller paunch just how much effort he had poured into the daily operations of the Orange Phone Factory over the past year or so.

”You don’t even have your title as an advisor at the Xuyuan Entrepreneurial Park anymore. I doubt you can even get onto campus,” Zuo Hongyu teased with a light laugh, picking up a cup of hot tea.

”You think I spent all those years at Xuyuan for nothing? I’ll get in just by showing my face,” Cao Dahua said, shooting Zuo Hongyu an unconcerned glance.

After the Orange Phone Factory got on track, he had resigned from his job at Xuyuan to avoid causing any trouble for Tang Qingshan and Chen Yansen.

”The production plans for Q1 and Q2 of 2013 are done. As for the 2012 data on production capacity, costs, quality, and shipment volume, we’ll have to wait until New Year’s Day to get the most accurate information,” Zuo Hongyu said, smiling and changing the subject.

”No problem, there’s enough time. It doesn’t start until next Friday,” Cao Dahua grunted in acknowledgment.

He never would have thought that the trajectory of the second half of his life would be completely changed by a student.

The dream he couldn’t fulfill in his youth had actually come true in his forties. The total annual shipment volume for Orange Mobile Phones was approximately 49 million units, 12 million more than Mountain Star, firmly securing the number one spot on the sales charts.

His nickname in the Shencheng City tech scene had also changed from ”Flop Hua” to ”Bossy Hua.”

Although some people mocked him behind his back, saying he only knew how to ride on coattails and had just gotten ridiculously lucky, Cao Dahua didn’t care in the slightest.

’After all, luck is a part of strength!’