Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

Meanwhile.

In Delta No. 108 Villa, Chen Yansen was lying on a soft sofa, his head resting on Teacher Ye’s lap. He breathed in her faint, milky scent, enjoying her massage.

”Harder!”

Chen Yansen ordered.

”Your head is so hard.”

”What part of me isn’t hard?”

Ye Qiuping pursed her lips into a faint smile, increased the pressure slightly, and kneaded President Chen’s head.

”That feels good. A little higher,” Chen Yansen said.

”On your forehead?” Ye Qiuping knew he was being mischievous. Her hands complied readily, but she couldn’t resist teasing him.

”Make sweet fermented rice balls for tonight,” Chen Yansen casually requested.

”With brown sugar or rock sugar?” Ye Qiuping confirmed.

”White sugar.” Chen Yansen chose neither, giving a new answer.

”Total sales for the Xingyao Card just broke 20 million units. The delivery rate is 96%, and the activation rate is 89%. Of those, 47% made an initial top-up of 100 Hua Yuan, 21% topped up 300 Hua Yuan, and 8.6% topped up 500 Hua Yuan. The projected revenue for April is 560 million Hua Yuan...”

Seeing Chen Yansen’s eyes half-closed, Ye Qiuping began reading him the latest data she had received.

Chen Yansen rolled over, pressing his face against Master Ye’s stomach, and said lightly, ”Save the report for next week’s meeting.”

”I finished my task two months ahead of schedule. Is there an extra reward?” Ye Qiuping asked softly.

”I’ll reward you with an extra half hour tonight,” Chen Yansen replied.

”That’s clearly a punishment,” Ye Qiuping retorted, a blush quickly spreading across her neck as she feigned a scoff.

”Then I’ll reduce it by half an hour,” Chen Yansen said, changing his tune.

”No.” Ye Qiuping lowered her head and said coquettishly, ”Are you saying that on purpose? Or maybe I should add some goji berries to your sweet soup?”

”Who are you looking down on? Let me add an hour for you first.”

Chen Yansen scoffed, switching positions with Ye Qiuping. With a slap of his large hand and a CLICK, Master Ye felt her clothes loosen.

Immediately after, the spacious, bright living room was filled with the sound of THUMPING.

Outside the window, two dragonflies, one on top of the other, rested quietly on a treetop.

...

...

「At Luzhou University of Technology, inside a men’s dormitory.」

Fang Mingzhi had a Qingcheng D2 phone mounted on a stand. He held a guitar and began to slowly play and sing.

”♫ Why were you so good to me then, and why have you grown so cold now ♫”

”...”

”♫ A downpour of red rain stirs memories, how can I dive in? Your beautiful eyes, just as they were then, linger in my heart. Our last meeting by the ferry crossing was the final full stop. If only we had just met, why feel the sorrow of parting... ♫”

When the song ended, he picked up his phone and watched the recording. ’Not a bad performance,’ he thought.

’I’ll post it on Douyin! If I get a few thousand followers, maybe I can even get some ad deals.’

Fang Mingzhi grinned, then clipped the best 15 seconds from the chorus and uploaded it to his Douyin account.

He was a loyal fan of Chen Yansen. Ever since hearing the line, ”Give the overtime pay back to the young people,” he had become a staunch supporter of products like Toutiao, Lingxi Browser, Kuai Pao, Pinbei, and Gaode Map.

He had bought the Xingyao Card and registered for Douyin.

”Ah Zhi, this is Dragon Scale Horse. What time is it? We agreed to meet at Madam Luzhou at 7. Where the hell are you?”

A message suddenly popped up in his WeChat group chat.

’Crap, I got too caught up in recording,’ Fang Mingzhi thought, slapping his thigh. He quickly grabbed his phone and keys and rushed out the door.

As he ran, he typed back, ”Brother Chai, I’m almost at the door. I’ll be up in a second, just waiting for the elevator.”

Meanwhile, because Douyin had just launched and had little content, his short video was pushed to local Luzhou users within a single minute.

In the video, Fang Mingzhi was shirtless, his head-banging, charismatic singing posture immediately grabbing users’ attention.

”♫ A downpour of red rain stirs memories, how can I dive in? Your beautiful eyes, just as they were then, linger in my heart... ♫”

Fang Mingzhi sang his heart out, completely lost in the music.

To be fair, his skill was quite good, creating a stark contrast with his humble dorm room.

”Dude, did you just get dumped?”

”That was beautiful! Is it an original song, big bro? This little sis loves it.”

”The love-struck idiot above me, this is a damn Xu Song song! Have you never heard it?”

”Not bad, giving you a little heart!”