Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

But to Chen Yansen’s surprise, he had just arrived at his hotel when a call came in from Zhou Hongyi.

”President Chen, it’s Lao Zhou. I heard you’re in Yanjing! I’ll host a welcome dinner for you at Jingzhao Prefect tonight.”

Zhou Hongyi’s tone was chummy as he enthusiastically made the arrangements.

It was as if he’d completely forgotten his own arrogance from their first meeting.

”Let’s make it tomorrow night. President Zhang from Sohu invited me to a bar,” Chen Yansen said. He was sitting on the sofa, and a pair of small hands landed on his shoulders from behind, gently massaging his neck.

”Old Zhang? I know him well. Why don’t I join you?” Zhou Hongyi said with a chuckle.

”Lei Yijun will be there too,” Chen Yansen added.

”On second thought, never mind. Jingzhao Prefect, tomorrow at seven.” Zhou Hongyi’s laughter died, and he quickly ended the call.

”I remember when I came with you on a business trip to Yanjing two years ago, that President Zhou was calling President Lei ’Big Bro’ left and right.”

Song Yuncheng gave a faint smile and remarked with a sigh.

”You get used to it. Are there any real friends in the business world? The moment Zhou Hongyi or Lei Yijun stops making phones, and there’s no longer a conflict of interest, they’ll go right back to being good friends.”

Chen Yansen leaned back, silently telling Song Yuncheng not to stop.

Her soft hands didn’t have much strength, yet President Chen found it incredibly comfortable.

As she worked on his shoulders, Song Yuncheng asked, ”So, would you consider Zhang Chaoyang a friend?”

”For now, I suppose. Who can predict the future?” Chen Yansen shrugged, unconcerned.

Through the glass curtain wall, more than three meters high, he could overlook the entire Chaoyang District. The world outside the window was a vast expanse of white, with snow from the past few days still dusting the rooftops.

”Your appointment with the crew of *Dialogue* is at 9:30 tomorrow morning. It’s a fifteen-minute drive from the hotel to the TV station, so we can plan on leaving at nine,” Song Yuncheng reminded him softly.

”Being the Director of Major Accounts at Pinbei is a waste of your talents. How about becoming my secretary?”

Chen Yansen closed his eyes and unleashed his Divine Sense, scanning the entire area. Only after confirming that everything was normal did he convert it into its black hole form.

”Being your secretary won’t make money for you,” Song Yuncheng said with a smile.

”You mean it won’t make money for *you*,” Chen Yansen retorted.

He knew Song Yuncheng was a little money-grubber. She had saved over five million in the past two years, but other than buying medicine for her brother’s treatment, her biggest expense was a Patek Philippe watch for President Chen that cost over three hundred thousand. She herself wouldn’t even spend an extra cent.

”Hehe.” Song Yuncheng’s eyes curved into crescents, her smile as warm as a spring day, spreading beyond the corners of her lips.

”Xiaohongshu needs a General Manager of Commercialization. If you’re interested, I can save the position for you,” Chen Yansen said offhandedly.

”I’d have to go to Hu City?” Song Yuncheng asked.

”Yes,” Chen Yansen replied.

”Then I’m not going,” Song Yuncheng said, shaking her head.

”Why not? Don’t you want to make money?” Chen Yansen retorted.

”I want to make money, but I want you, too,” Song Yuncheng said, leaning in and whispering in President Chen’s ear.

”That’s my line,” Chen Yansen said, his brow furrowing in displeasure.

Song Yuncheng was becoming more and more like him: swift and decisive in both action and judgment. She managed a team of over forty people. Her subordinates included salespeople from top ad agencies and channel operators from companies like Ah Li, Jingdong, or other top-tier brands, yet she had them all eating out of the palm of her hand.

When it came to ability and tactics, she was on par with any business director from a top-tier internet giant.

After all, she was personally trained by President Chen. Her potential was unclear, but her fundamental competence was assured.

”So what are you going to do about it? I’ve already said it,” Song Yuncheng pressed, a playful smile on her face.

”Come stand in front of me,” Chen Yansen ordered.

Song Yuncheng knew what he wanted to do. A pink blush colored her lovely face as she obediently bent over.

SLAP!

Chen Yansen’s slap was crisp and loud.