Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

”Do you know how to type on a computer?” Chen Yansen asked after a moment’s thought.

”I do,” the rider replied, nodding eagerly.

”Leave me a phone number. I’ll arrange a job for her in Pinbei Mall’s Customer Service Department,” Chen Yansen arranged immediately.

”Boss, does she have to go to Xucheng?” the rider quickly asked.

”It’s online customer service. She can work from home,” Chen Yansen explained simply.

”I don’t know how to thank you,” the rider said, bowing repeatedly.

”Just work hard and take good care of your family,” Chen Yansen said with a smile.

Just then, the Kuai Pao Rider named Gao Bo came over, holding a plate of braised dried tofu and carrying two bottles of beer.

”Boss, let me toast you! May your wealth multiply, may you grow ever more handsome, marry seven wives, and have eight children!”

”President Chen, Happy New Year!”

”Boss, I’ll down mine. You can drink as much as you like!”

A total of five Kuai Pao Riders came up to toast him one by one, and Chen Yansen accepted every drink.

In the blink of an eye, the two bottles of beer were empty.

”A red envelope for each of you. I also wish you all to buy houses, get married, and have children soon.”

Chen Yansen pulled a thick stack of red envelopes from his pocket and stuffed one into each of their hands.

Ten minutes later, he and Song Yuncheng left the Shaxian County diner.

As soon as they stepped outside, he returned the Electric Vehicle to the accompanying staff, then got into a Mercedes S600L and headed for the hotel where the annual party was being held.

At 11:30 that night, photos of Chen Yansen in an orange windbreaker, eating a duck leg rice bowl with his riders at a Shaxian County diner, quickly shot to the top of the trending topics.

”Did Shaxian County diners get a spokesman?”

”@President Chen Yansen, whatever Shaxian County paid you, my Lanzhou Noodles will pay double!”

”Huang Men Ji Mi Fan is willing to pay triple!”

”I get it now! President Chen loves duck leg rice bowls too!”

”Anyone know which Shaxian County diner President Chen ate at? I’m gonna go check it out tomorrow!”

The comment section was buzzing.

Trending twice in one day, the buzz around Chen Yansen and Kuai Pao stayed firmly in the top ten.

News reports about Liu Qiangdong delivering packages followed close behind, listed right under President Chen’s trending topic.

The next morning, Chen Yansen took a car back to Xucheng, while Song Yuncheng drove back to Luzhou alone for the New Year.

”Xiaoli, I forgot to tell you. Starting in February, your base salary will be raised to sixteen thousand.”

Chen Yansen said casually on the way back.

”Thank you, Boss.” Xiaoli’s face lit up with joy, and he instantly felt that the past six-plus months of work hadn’t been in vain.

With a base salary of sixteen thousand, a housing subsidy of thirty-two hundred, plus benefits like transportation and meal allowances and quarterly bonuses, his monthly pre-tax income would be at least twenty to thirty thousand.

Among the comrades from his military service who were discharged at the same time, very few earned over ten thousand a month, let alone twenty or thirty thousand.

In reality, the HR department had initially selected three drivers from the security staff. He was kept on by Chen Yansen because he was the steadiest driver, spoke the least, and was the most tight-lipped.

「Meanwhile.」

「Chunshen, Chessboard Street.」

A light gray Porsche Cayenne slowly pulled to a stop at the alley entrance. Wang Zihao pushed open the car door, walked around to the back, and lifted the many bags, large and small, from the trunk. He then strode proudly toward his home.

”My goodness, a Porsche! Whose relative is that?”

”It’s Wang Zhanjun’s son! I saw him get out of the car with my own eyes!”

”Wang Zihao? That dark, chubby kid? Isn’t he in college in Xucheng?”

”You don’t know? His son is Chen Yansen’s childhood friend.”

”Hiss! The Wang Zhanjun family really hit the jackpot.”

In the narrow alley, uncles and aunties from the neighborhood chattered excitedly amongst themselves at their doorsteps.

”Ziyan, I hear a commotion outside. Go take a look and see if your brother is back.”

Wen Shumei was holding a winnowing basket, busy rolling beef meatballs. With her hands full, she gave the order to Prince Ziyuan, who was standing to the side.

”My brother has a key.” Prince Ziyuan clutched her phone, staring blankly at the chat window on the screen. She had sent him more than ten messages, but there hadn’t been a single reply.