Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

If Luzhou Telecommunications partnered with Senlian Capital, they could increase their average revenue per user, lower customer acquisition costs, and improve user retention.

Chen Yansen hadn’t been wrong. The potential benefits for Telecommunications were truly substantial.

”Do you have a digital copy?” Zhao Maolin asked. He wanted to send the data to his boss to strengthen his bargaining position internally.

”I’ll send it over,” Chen Yansen replied without hesitation.

”You’re not going to turn around and take this to Unicom or Mobile, are you?”

Zhao Maolin asked out of the blue.

His mind flashed back to when they first met. Chen Yansen, trying to secure the campus distribution rights for their SIM cards, had waved a list with over a thousand potential sign-ups. ”You don’t agree?” he’d said. ”Fine, then I’ll just have to go to Unicom or Mobile.”

”Why would I do that?” Chen Yansen said with a shrug, silently adding, ’Yeah, right.’

’Senlian Capital will partner with whoever offers the best terms.’

’Even an ordinary person shops around before buying something, let alone a multi-billion-dollar partnership.’

Zhao Maolin stared intently at Chen Yansen, his eyes filled with pure, unadulterated distrust.

He took a deep breath. ’I really hate it when he does this,’ he thought, ’but if I were in his shoes, I’d understand his reasoning.’

”I hope President Chen can give Telecommunications a little more time,” Zhao Maolin said after a moment of thought.

”No problem,” Chen Yansen replied with a slight nod.

Zhao Maolin smiled, picked up his teacup, and took a careful sip. His eyes lit up, and he couldn’t help but exclaim, ”Excellent tea!”

”It was a gift from Mr. Meng,” Chen Yansen said casually.

His tone was casual, but to Zhao Maolin, the words sounded like an outrageous flex.

Zhao Maolin gave a weak laugh. He wasn’t foolish enough to ask who ”Mr. Meng” was.

’With Chen Yansen’s current status, there’s only one person in all of Huian Province he would refer to so respectfully.’

He had been about to ask for a canister for himself, but as soon as he heard it was from Meng Yuanzhi, he instantly dropped the idea.

He couldn’t help but sigh to himself. ’Compared to Chen Yansen, it feels like I’ve wasted the last forty-odd years of my life.’

The two chatted idly over tea, and before long, the pot was empty.

”Want me to show you around?” Chen Yansen suggested with a smile, setting down his cup.

”Sure. Let’s start with Orange Technology. I’d actually like to meet the designer of the Yaocheng X1.”

As he spoke, Zhao Maolin nonchalantly revealed his new phone.

It was none other than a Yaocheng X1.

Chen Yansen said nothing, simply accompanying Zhao Maolin on a tour from the top floor down, where they met Zhang Cong, Zhou Ze, Wang Teng, and others.

Around noon, they should have gone into the city for lunch, but Zhao Maolin was in a hurry to return to Luzhou, so they just had a simple meal in the company cafeteria.

President Chen glanced at his watch. It was exactly twelve-thirty. He promptly took out his phone and sent a text message.

「Meanwhile.」

After receiving the text, a joyful expression appeared on Meng Jie’s fair, pretty face. She turned back to her dorm, hastily stuffed a few items of clothing into a suitcase, and walked briskly toward the East Gate of Xuyuan.

Ten minutes later, a black-and-white Gusteau pulled up in front of her.

”Is business all settled?” Meng Jie asked casually as she stepped into the car.

”We talked. Whether it went well or not is another story,” Chen Yansen answered truthfully.

Xiaoli sat silently in the driver’s seat, speeding toward the Shidu Hot Spring Hotel.

”This is so nice. A life with no work and no classes is the best,” Meng Jie sighed, snuggling into Chen Yansen’s arms and resting her head on his lap.

”You have your internship next semester. Time flies, doesn’t it?” Chen Yansen replied softly.

”My... my dad wants me to intern at a bank,” Meng Jie said carefully, afraid he might get angry.

”It’s your decision,” Chen Yansen said. He never interfered with his girlfriends’ careers.

”But if I go back to Chunshen, we’ll be living apart,” Meng Jie said, sensing his indifference. Her delicate eyebrows knitted together as a flicker of disappointment crossed her face.

”It’s fine. Liao Wei is ordering a private jet for me. Whenever I miss you, I can fly over to see you,” Chen Yansen bluffed.

”You’re silly. Chunshen doesn’t even have an airport,” Meng Jie’s mood brightened, and she giggled.

”I can parachute in.”