I can become stronger by paying salaries. I have one billion employees!

Chapter 289 Mr. Chen, who doesn't like stories! The curtain falls and dusk falls, Mr. Liu's frustration!

"Boss, would you like to come up and have a seat?"

At the entrance of Longdeyuan Community, No. 24 Bianhe Middle Road, Ye Qiuping's eyes sparkled as if they held a pool of autumn water, and she looked intently at Chen Yansen and asked.

Let's do it!
"Xiao Li, pick me up at nine o'clock tomorrow morning," Chen Yansen instructed the driver.

"Okay, boss." Xiao Li said sparingly.

Faced with a monthly base salary of 16,000 yuan plus various benefits and bonuses, he was already 'deaf, mute, and blind' at such a young age.

Ye Qiuping rented a three-bedroom, one-living room, three-bathroom apartment. The two took the elevator to the twenty-fourth floor.

With a "ding" sound!
The elevator doors slowly opened. The elevator had a two-unit design, and Ye Qiuping's shoe rack was placed at the entrance, with a pair of adorable pink slippers scattered on the floor mat.

Ye Qiuping bent down, took out a pair of brand-new sandals from the shoe cabinet, half-squatted in front of Chen Yansen, helped him take off his leather shoes and socks, and then put on the sandals.

Chen Yansen looked down at Ye Qiuping, enjoying her service.

A patch of snow-white skin was squeezed out of shape, and when she stood up, it immediately caused a visible tremor.

Ye Qiuping took out her key, turned the doorknob, and waited for Chen Yansen to enter before following him inside.

The interior was exquisitely decorated and spacious. Last time I came, I only stayed on the sofa all night and didn't even go to Ye Qiuping's bedroom.

"Let me pour you some tea." Ye Qiuping bustled around, like a personal secretary or a considerate older sister.

Chen Yansen walked to the sofa and sat down. He scanned the room with his divine sense but did not find any cameras or similar devices.

There was no way around it; he knew Ye Qiuping too well. In terms of shrewdness and scheming, she was just as good as him.

After all, one is the 'master' and the other is the apprentice; their methods of manipulating people's hearts are essentially from the same source.

The night view outside the window is dazzling, and the cool breeze carries the hustle and bustle of the city, making the wind chimes on the balcony ring crisply.

"Eight Treasure Tea, a specialty from my hometown." Ye Qiuping handed a cup of warm tea to Chen Yansen on the coffee table.

The golden tea soup is filled with monk fruit, American ginseng, licorice, red dates, raisins, goji berries...

What kind of goji berries should I add?
Who are you looking down on?
"Didn't you go home for the Spring Festival last year?" Chen Yansen leaned back on the sofa and asked casually.

How does he know?

Ye Qiuping was full of doubts, but she didn't show it at all. She just said calmly, "There's no one left in my hometown."

With her delicate eyebrows slightly furrowed, the corners of her mouth turned down, and a fleeting expression of sadness, she could easily touch the heart of a twenty-year-old boy.

"Where are your family?" Chen Yansen suppressed a laugh and deliberately pressed for an answer.

He could recite Ye Qiuping's routines with his eyes closed, so he simply played along out of boredom.

"Sigh, they've all passed away." Ye Qiuping sighed, sat down next to Chen Yansen, and placed her fair and round hands on his thigh, stroking it back and forth like a kitten.

"Oh," Chen Yansen responded, and then fell silent.

Ye Qiuping was stunned when she saw this, and couldn't help but curse inwardly: I've been building up my emotions for so long, and you just say "oh"?

Normally, shouldn't they ask about my family situation?
Ye Qiuping had prepared the 'story' perfectly, but the audience just wouldn't take the bait, instead displaying a nonchalant expression.

"Don't you want to hear my story?" Ye Qiuping lowered her eyes, her eyes immediately reddening, and a misty fog appeared out of nowhere.

Wow, that's a true veteran actor!
Chen Yansen silently commented, his heart completely unmoved, even wanting to laugh, so he replied, "I was born not to like listening to stories."

Dog day!
He won't eat anything!

Ye Qiuping looked helpless. She realized that she was far too inexperienced and inexperienced compared to Chen Yansen.

Ye Qiuping felt discouraged, her shoulders slumped, and she had no choice but to abandon her original plan and take the initiative: "Do you like telling stories? I'd like to hear about Mr. Chen's entrepreneurial experience."

"No rush, I'll tell you slowly after I take a shower."

Chen Yansen raised an eyebrow and looked at Ye Qiuping with a teasing expression.

Ye Qiuping understood immediately, her pretty face flushed slightly, and she subconsciously squeezed her legs together. Then she quickly took a few deep breaths to clear her mind of the jumbled thoughts.

“I’m not lying to you. I really did get into Yenching University of Information Science and Technology, but someone impersonated me and enrolled in my place. She stole my college life, so I’m going to steal her degree.”

Ye Qiuping gave a bitter smile, a hint of brokenness appearing on her face, her eyes revealing a half-true, half-false expression that was hard to decipher.

Chen Yansen sneered inwardly, picked up Ye Qiuping, and walked straight into the bathroom.

He's just here to do something, not to listen to stories!
Guess?
Guess what?!
Ye Qiuping was slightly taken aback; this man was too much of a jerk.

The capture operation has completely failed!

She originally intended to reveal her entire experience to gain Chen Yansen's sympathy, and then use her work ability, appearance, figure, and posture advantages to win him over in one fell swoop.

But Chen Yansen is nothing like a twenty-year-old. He has none of the good qualities that his peers have, such as impulsiveness, gullibility, and kindness.

Ye Qiuping was so angry that she gritted her teeth, but this emotion only lasted for a few minutes before it was replaced by a soul-stirring joy.

"Twenty years old, older man, handsome, good physique, worth hundreds of billions, I don't have to spend a penny, I'm not going to lose out!"

Ye Qiuping bit her lip, her breathing erratic as she lost in thought.

Two hours later, Ye Qiuping lay on the bed and drifted off to sleep.

Chen Yansen sat on the sofa, looking refreshed, and carefully examined Ye Qiuping's belongings with his divine sense.

ID card, graduation certificate, degree certificate, photocopies of academic credentials from the China Higher Education Student Information System (CHESICC), bank card, suit, evening dress, camisole... wait, why is there a thong? No wonder it's Teacher Ye.

Apart from the ID card, most of the documents are probably fake.

He barely believed a single punctuation mark from Ye Qiuping's words.

For a while, Chen Yansen couldn't sleep either, so he took out his phone to chat with Meng Jie.

"Aren't you in 0418?" Mengjie asked.

“Ma Wenteng is in Xucheng and is entertaining clients tonight,” Chen Yansen replied.

"Penguin boss Ma Wenteng?" Meng Jie asked again for confirmation.

"Yeah, send me a picture. Mr. Chen is eating vegetarian tonight, so I'll only show you his legs," Chen Yansen joked.

"I'm not sending it." Mengjie lay on her dorm bed, smiling faintly.

Two minutes later, after waiting for a reply for a long time without getting one, she immediately realized what was going on, rolled her eyes, and sent a picture of her calf.

Chen Yansen replied instantly, adding the comment: "It's good, I love watching it."

Meng Jie squinted and giggled, but cursed, "You pervert!"

After teasing Mengjie, Chen Yansen opened Song Yuncheng's chat window.

"Want to go eat crayfish after get off work?"

"Aren't you at the office?"

"Drink less alcohol. If you come back early, I'll go to 0418 and make you some hangover tea." Three unread messages in a row.

Chen Yansen leaned against the headboard, reached his hand under the air-conditioned blanket, grabbed a hamburger plush toy with his left hand, and dialed Song Yuncheng's number with his right.

When making a phone call, your hands should not be idle.

Ye Qiuping let out a soft moan in her sleep, completely unaware.

"Is the drinking party over? I heard that Mr. Ma from Tencent is here. Will he be visiting Pinduoduo tomorrow? Should we make some preparations in advance?"

As soon as Song Yuncheng answered the phone, they started talking about work.

“Pony is going to the Science Park tomorrow morning. I’ve already spoken with Huang Zheng. The press conference will be in the afternoon, so there’s no conflict with his schedule.”

Chen Yansen replied.

"Are you in the Sky Garden?" Song Yuncheng asked again.

"Checking on you?" Chen Yansen frowned and asked in an unhappy tone.

"No, I was just concerned about where President Chen sleeps tonight. Didn't you say last time that you're not used to sleeping alone? How about I come to you?" Song Yuncheng said with a smile.

Chen Yansen glanced at Ye Qiuping beside him and calmly replied, "No need, it's too late. I'll go back tomorrow. I've been sleeping alone since I was a child, so I'm used to it."

"Then you should get some rest. Remember to drink plenty of water after drinking. Call me if you feel unwell," Song Yuncheng said with concern.

"Ah."

Chen Yansen replied and then hung up the phone.

That night, many people couldn't sleep.

Chen Yizhou wondered why Chen Yansen wasn't answering the phone—was it a delaying tactic or had he already given up on the plan to acquire Nuomi.com?

Are they really going to sell Nuomi.com for $1.6 million?

Chen Yizhou opened the financial weekly report, glanced at it, and couldn't help but feel a headache coming on.

Meituan, Lashou, Dianping, Nuomi, and Wowo are battling it out among five major platforms, with KuaiPao also lurking in the shadows.

In the fight for market share and traffic, everyone has no choice but to grit their teeth and continue losing money. Whoever can hold out until the end will become the ultimate winner of the group-buying war.

But whether this process will take one year, two years, three years, or five years, no one can say for sure.

With a loss of 3000 to 4000 million US dollars in a year, Chen Yizhou is now just like Wang Xin, who sold Xiaonei.com to him six years ago.

Firstly, there is intense market competition, and secondly, there is a shortage of funds, making venture capitalists unwilling to invest.

There is no third option: either raise funds or sell!

By abandoning Nuomi and instead acquiring Lashou.com, Qiandu not only thwarted its plans but also created an even more powerful enemy for Nuomi.

He doesn't want to play in the group-buying market for even a day longer.

His initial bottom line was $2 million, but after some back and forth, he quietly lowered it by $4000 million, matching Chen Yansen's initial offer.

the other side.

Liu Qiangdong, also based in Yanjing, was also frustrated. The title of the second largest e-commerce company had fallen. Under the pressure from Taobao and Pinduoduo, coupled with the competition from Suning, Gome and Yi Xun, JD.com's daily sales had dropped to around 4 million yuan.

尽管大促业绩看上去还不错，但自家人知道自家事，全靠‘199-150’、‘2000-500’、‘5000-800’一类的大额券拉起来的。

With his IPO plans thwarted and fundraising efforts hampered by competition from rivals like Taobao and Pinduoduo, Liu Qiangdong couldn't help but lament: "This is too difficult for me."

Fortunately, he managed to grab onto another lifeline!
As long as JD.com secures primary traffic entry points on QQ and WeChat, even if it doesn't surpass Pinduoduo's daily active users and sales volume, it won't be as passive in terms of financing as it is now.

He approached investors both domestically and internationally, but upon hearing about JD.com's revenue, cash flow, and market share, they all shook their heads and refused.

In the eyes of investors, JD.com's model is too heavy and doesn't resemble an internet company at all; it is burdened, lacks responsiveness, and develops slowly.

Pinduoduo surpassed JD.com in less than a year, which is enough to prove that the Amazon model may not work in China.

"Boss, aren't you off work yet?"

At that moment, Zhuang Yujia, the purchasing and sales director of small home appliances, saw Liu Qiangdong looking worried as she passed by the office.

"You haven't left work either, have you?" Liu Qiangdong put away his heavy expression and asked with a smile.

"I made drunken crab and pickled edamame," Zhuang Yujia said, glancing around to make sure no one was watching before boldly asking.

The implication is self-evident.

"Okay, let's go to your place for a bit." Liu Qiangdong picked up his coat, wanting to relax too; he'd been under too much pressure lately and desperately needed to release it.

The two arrived at the underground parking garage, got into the same car, and drove towards a commercial residential complex.

at the same time.

Inside a private room at a club in Shanghai, Chen Dejun and Yu Weijiao were verbally abusing Ma Liyun without any restraint.

"Looks like Ah Li really has no money left!" After cursing for a few minutes, Yu Weijiao shrugged, seemingly resigned to his fate.

Yuantong Express's daily parcel collection volume has dropped to only 60 parcels. Shentong is slightly better, but not much better, barely maintaining 80 parcels.

The investment promised by Ma Liyun has yet to materialize!
Yu Weijiao believes that since Ali invested more than 70 billion US dollars in the repurchase of Yahoo's shares, it is normal that it cannot come up with the money.

"No money? He just doesn't want to give us money!"

Chen Dejun snorted and continued, "Ali invested 9600 million US dollars in Kuaidi Dache's Series B financing. It is said that when Ma Liyun communicated with Fosun Group and Fuchun Group, he revealed that the initial investment scale of Cainiao Logistics was 50 billion yuan, and Ali would contribute half of the money."

"Really?" Yu Weijiao suddenly stood up, his eyes wide, and questioned him aggressively.

"Why would I need to lie to you?" Chen Dejun took a deep drag on his cigar, and the nicotine helped to ease his agitation.

"Damn! E-commerce platform Ma is too cunning. He even sells counterfeit goods. How can he have any credibility?"

Yu Weijiao stood in front of Chen Dejun, pacing back and forth anxiously, greeting Ma Liyun's entire family.

But then he thought about it again, slapped his forehead, and asked with a puzzled look, "If he has money, why won't he pay?"

"What else could it be? We'll buy them at a low price when we're half-dead."

Chen Dejun shook his head, thinking to himself: Yu Weijiao is usually shrewd, but when faced with a big event, his true nature is fully exposed.

"Selling to Ali is not as good as selling to Senlian. Chen Yansen is a real scoundrel, and Ma Liyun is a hypocrite." Yu Weijiao sat down heavily and downed his wine in one gulp.

"Chen Yansen has made things so bad for us, are you willing to accept it?" Chen Dejun put down his cigar, as if asking Yu Weijiao, or perhaps asking himself.

"Does it matter?" Yu Weijiao raised his head and asked with a wry smile.

"Let's go find Chen Yansen together. Working together will increase our bargaining power, don't you think?"

Chen Dejun suggested.

"No problem." Yu Weijiao remained silent for a long time before nodding heavily, his eyes red. He had poured more than ten years of hard work into this, only to have it all handed over to someone else. He felt incredibly desolate.

(End of this chapter)