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Chapter 379 Is it possible that you were the one who was picked up? Southern Strategy, 80 Cars!
On New Year's Eve, Mr. Chen lay on a soft couch by the pool, replying to text messages with his left hand and scattering fish food with his right. It looked more like he was tossing rice seedlings than feeding fish.

Before his rebirth, he spent every Lunar New Year's Eve like this, with one girl after another by his side.

The last girl by his side was Cheng Guo. He saw her again at the annual meeting of Yunsu Express the day before yesterday, and she tricked him out of a big red envelope.

“Buzz buzz—!”

The phone suddenly vibrated.

Chen Yansen glanced at the caller ID; it was Wang Zihao. Without thinking much of it, he casually pressed the answer button.

"Brother Sen, have you eaten?" Wang Zihao asked with a grin.

"The chef is preparing the ingredients; it should be around eight o'clock," Chen Yansen replied casually, scanning the kitchen with his divine sense.

“Uncle Chen is at my house, and my dad is drinking with him,” Wang Zihao said.

"Keep an eye on him for me, he only needs one cup," Chen Yansen instructed.

"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing," Wang Zihao assured him, patting his chest.

"Damn it." Chen Yansen opened his mouth, about to ask something, but swallowed the words back and instead said, "Give my regards to Uncle Wang and Aunt Wen."

"Brother Sen, I don't really understand. You used to bully Ziyan a lot when we were kids, so why is she closer to you than I am now that we're older? People who don't know better would think you're her real brother," Wang Zihao couldn't help but complain.

She didn't actually want me to be her older brother!
Chen Yansen sneered.

At this moment, Wang Zihao hadn't reacted yet. After all, in his memory, when Chen Yansen and Wang Ziyan first met, his sister was still a little kid with snot hanging from her nose.

"We're brothers, why are you jealous of me?" Chen Yansen joked with a smile.

"No, it's just that I feel like she's siding with outsiders. You know, she might not..." Wang Zihao paused.

Chen Yansen's heart tightened, and he asked with a forced laugh, "What's wrong?"

“I suspect she was picked up by our dad, otherwise why isn’t she close to me at all?” Wang Zihao continued.

Chen Yansen breathed a sigh of relief, then teased, "Uncle Wang has sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes, and a tall stature; Aunt Wen was clearly a great beauty when she was young. Do you think it's possible that you were the one who was picked up?"

Wang Zihao was slightly taken aback, and his mind couldn't help but recall the bits and pieces of his childhood. It seemed that Wang Zhanjun was particularly strict with him, but very lenient with Wang Ziyan, acting like a doting father.

"Brother Sen, really?" Wang Zihao hung his head, looking miserable.

"Just kidding. Your eyebrows are exactly the same as Uncle Wang's. Even a printer can't be that precise," Chen Yansen rolled his eyes and said irritably.

"Brother Sen, Happy New Year! Ziyan asked me to go to the yard to set off fireworks," Wang Zihao said.

"Brother, are you making a phone call? Is it Chen Yansen?"

When Chen Yansen heard the familiar voice coming from the microphone, he couldn't help but smile knowingly.

"Yes, are you going to wish Brother Sen a Happy New Year?" Wang Zihao asked, turning his head.

Wang Ziyan wore a bright red down jacket. In the glow of the fireworks, her face was as white as jade, her peach blossom eyes shone with a watery luster, and the beauty mark under her eyes was faintly visible.

“Okay, give me the phone,” Wang Ziyan said, opening her little hands.

Chen Yansen looked at the hang-up button, and just as he lifted his finger, he heard Wang Ziyan say in a soft voice, "Brother Yansen, thank you for your New Year's gift. I've also prepared a gift for you. Send your shipping address to my QQ and I'll send it to you."

"Have Zihao bring it to me." Chen Yansen was very vigilant.

"Do you hate me?" Wang Ziyan asked abruptly after a few seconds of silence.

"I treat you like my own sister, how could I dislike you? Don't overthink it," Chen Yansen casually reassured her, thinking to himself: This girl's intuition is quite accurate.

My younger sister?
Wang Ziyan felt a lump in her throat, and her expression was not very happy.

"So, even your own sister can't know your current address?" Wang Ziyan retorted.

"Courier packages are prone to getting lost, so it's safer to have your brother bring them to me," Chen Yansen explained calmly.

He has a knack for dealing with Wang Ziyan.

Three minutes later, Mr. Chen hung up the phone, a slight smile appearing on his lips.

No matter how smart Wang Ziyan is at seventeen, she is no match for him, especially since he has cheated.

"Boss, dinner's ready!"

At this moment, Ye Qiuping, wearing an apron, stood at the living room door and called out softly.

Chen Yansen raised his hand and glanced at his watch; it was 7:43.

It must be said that Chef Ye cooks both well and quickly.

Chen Yansen got out of bed, put on his slippers, and slowly walked to the dining table.

The eight dishes, including Typhoon Shelter Australian Lobster, Steamed Grouper, Garlic Shrimp with Split Back, Celery Stir-fried Squid, Sichuan-style Chicken, and Stir-fried Duck with Ginger, are exquisitely presented and offer a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste.

"I'll transfer you to the cafeteria after the New Year," Chen Yansen gave the highest praise.

"I put rat poison in the soup. I'm afraid you won't make it through the new year," Ye Qiuping said with a smile.

"I don't believe it." Chen Yansen deliberately ladled out a bowl of green bean and pig's trotter soup, drank more than half of it in one gulp, and then commented, "The taste is a bit bland."

"I made you some dipping sauce." Ye Qiuping smiled and brought out a bowl of dipping sauce covered with red chili oil from the kitchen.

After Chen Yansen sat down, he said to Ye Qiuping, "Let's eat. Thank you for your hard work, Ms. Ye."

"I'm happy to serve the boss," Ye Qiuping said coquettishly, twisting her body slightly.

"Snapped"!
Chen Yansen said in a serious tone, "Don't fidget, sit still."

Ye Qiuping winced in pain and subconsciously rubbed her buttocks.

"Knock knock knock—!" A knocking sound came from the door.

"Your dad?" Ye Qiuping asked.

“Half an hour ago, Old Chen was still in Chun Shen. He can’t fly.” Chen Yansen rolled his eyes at her, then used his divine sense to investigate.

It's Song Yuncheng!

Chen Yansen frowned slightly, looked at Ye Qiuping, and after thinking for a few seconds, said, "Quick, find a place to hide."

Ye Qiuping looked at the table of freshly cooked dishes, rubbed her empty stomach, and helplessly picked up her shoes, coat, and backpack, then quickly ran upstairs.

With a thought, Chen Yansen sent an extra set of bowls and chopsticks flying into the kitchen.

Once everything was settled, he leisurely walked out of the living room, across the garden, and opened the front door.

Song Yuncheng threw herself into his arms like a stray kitten that had been wandering for days and had suddenly seen its owner.

"Master, I missed you." Song Yuncheng snuggled against him and said softly.

"It's only been two days since we last met. Have you had dinner yet?" Chen Yansen found it amusing and picked her up in his arms.

"I ate a little bit." Song Yuncheng gestured with her hand.

The journey from Lujiang to Xucheng is over 300 kilometers and takes three to four hours by car. Fortunately, it was Lunar New Year's Eve tonight, and there were few cars on the road. She kept to the speed limit the whole way and it only took her three and a half hours.

"Let's eat together." Chen Yansen carried her into the living room.

"You made this?" Song Yuncheng jumped down from his arms, staring at the table full of dishes, her face full of shock.

"A family chef hired from a restaurant." Chen Yansen always lies without batting an eye.

"I was just getting hungry, so it seems I've come at the perfect time," Song Yuncheng said with a smile.

After saying that, she took a set of bowls and chopsticks from the kitchen. Chen Yansen opened a bottle of rice wine that Ye Qiuping had brought, poured a glass for Song Yuncheng, and then poured one for himself.

"Master, let's go back to Chun Shen for the New Year next year. If I don't come, you'll have to eat New Year's Eve dinner alone."

Song Yuncheng picked up a piece of lobster meat and put it in his mouth. His eyes lit up instantly, and he gave a thumbs up and praised, "This chef's skills are really good."

"We'll see." Chen Yansen picked up the rice wine and took a small sip.

It was sweet and cool, with a hint of rice aroma; clearly, Ye Qiuping had kept it refrigerated for several hours.

The two ate and chatted, and before long, Song Yuncheng's face turned red from drinking, and even her neck turned a light pink.

"This rice wine seems to have a rather high alcohol content," Song Yuncheng said, resting her chin on her hand and tilting her head.

"Then drink less." Chen Yansen pretended to confiscate her cup.

"But it tastes really good, I want more." Song Yuncheng snatched the glass and poured herself another one.

Chen Yansen chuckled and went with her.

The two didn't finish their New Year's Eve dinner until nine o'clock.

Song Yuncheng lay on the table, his eyes half-closed, drowsy, his vision blurred.

Hearing the commotion downstairs, Ye Qiuping tiptoed down and discovered that it was Pinbei's major client recruitment director.

"What kind of rice wine is this?" Chen Yansen asked in a low voice.

"I brewed it myself," Ye Qiuping replied softly.

"Master, who are you talking to?" Song Yuncheng asked groggily.

"The sound of a television." Chen Yansen lied through his teeth.

"I want to watch Guo Degang perform crosstalk." Song Yuncheng struggled to stand up and walk towards the sofa.

"We'll watch the replay tomorrow, it'll be the same." Chen Yansen waved to Ye Qiuping, and after she went upstairs, he picked up Song Yuncheng and carried her to the master bedroom on the third floor.

Mr. Chen was very understanding and a master at peeling eggs. In no time, he pushed Song Yuncheng into the bathroom and washed him thoroughly inside and out.

"Pop!" While Chen Yansen was drying her hair, Song Yuncheng pecked him on the lips.

“Openly taking advantage of the boss without permission will result in a fine of 500 yuan,” Chen Yansen said with a wicked grin.

"Smack!" Song Yuncheng gave him another kiss, then squinted and said, "I'm rich, I can afford to kiss you!"

It was the first time Song Yuncheng had ever been drunk. He felt like he was walking on cotton, and he held Chen Yansen tightly with both arms, pulling him into his embrace.

Chen Yansen was not one to just suffer in silence; he would settle scores on the spot.

Ye Qiuping, standing outside the door, felt her cheeks burning as she listened to the creaking sounds coming from inside the room, and unconsciously squeezed her legs together.

Immediately afterwards, blushing, she ran downstairs. She hadn't eaten yet, and her legs were so weak from hunger.

The table was a mess of cups and plates. Ye Qiuping felt a pang of sadness. She silently cleaned up the mess and cooked herself a bowl of egg and vegetable noodles.

Based on her understanding of Chen Yansen, going upstairs in two hours would be the most appropriate time.

Thinking of this, Master Ye felt bitter. It was obvious that in Chen Yansen's heart, her status was not as high as Song Yuncheng's.

At 11:15, Ye Qiuping went upstairs on time. Just as she was about to hide back in her bedroom, she bumped into Chen Yansen.

"Boss, shall I head back now?" Ye Qiuping asked tentatively.

"If you want to go back, why go upstairs?" Chen Yansen directly exposed the other party's little scheme.

"If we get caught, Mr. Chen will be in trouble." Ye Qiuping leaned against the wall, deliberately puffing out her chest to perfectly display her figure.

Chen Yansen never stood on ceremony with Master Ye and pulled him into the bedroom.

……

……

The next morning, Song Yuncheng woke up groggily and saw Chen Yansen sitting at his desk not far away.

“Master, you woke up really early,” Song Yuncheng said.

“You woke up too late.” Chen Yansen stared at the computer screen without turning around.

He woke up at two o'clock, first checked the data reports of various subsidiaries, then reviewed the architecture design of Tiangong T100, and read dozens of miscellaneous books before the sky outside the window began to lighten.

“I think I heard someone crying last night,” Song Yuncheng said, looking puzzled.

"Dream on," Chen Yansen said with a slight smile, casually brushing it off.

"Maybe." Song Yuncheng smiled. In this house, there was only her and Chen Yansen. What else could it be but a dream?

at the same time.

The results of OrangePay's "Collect Lucky Cards" lottery also became a trending topic on social media.

Over a period of sixteen days, a total of 3200 users won the grand prize of 4999 yuan each, while the remaining users shared 8400 million yuan in cash.

Chen Yansen was more generous than Ma Liyun, and in the end, as many as 3.2 users collected all five blessing cards, averaging more than 2600 yuan per person.

During the campaign, Orange Pay gained 4900 million new registered users, increased its daily active users by 1800 million, and earned over 7000 million yuan in advertising revenue.

In addition, products such as Toutiao, OFO bikes, Pinduoduo, Lingxi Browser, Kuaidi Dache, and Kuaidi Dache all saw some growth in daily active users due to the event.

Even before the 2013 "Collect Five Blessings" campaign began, dozens of brands were already waving their cash, eager to buy the naming rights.

Chen Yansen naturally wouldn't agree. Next year, the domestic smartphone shipments will be at least 300 million units, and Orange Pay's daily active users will also rise accordingly.

Selling out naming rights and advertising space in advance would only result in more losses than gains.

Next, Chen Yansen didn't stay obediently in Xucheng. Instead, he took Song Yuncheng to Hong Kong Island, Macau Island, and Hainan Island for a few days.

the other side.

Liu Qiangdong left his hometown of Suyu and flew to the United States, the "beacon of light," across the ocean.

With money and connections with investors, Liangzai Dong successfully entered Harvard Business School.

The academic atmosphere in North America is very open, and so are the people. On a short video app called Mimo, he came across a sweet-looking international exchange student.

The youthful energy emanating from the other person made Handsome Dong feel as if he had returned to twenty years ago.

He had seen many beautiful girls, but few were as pure and innocent as her.

Liu Qiangdong immediately had an idea and began to ponder it to himself.

……

……

The seven-day Spring Festival holiday passed in the blink of an eye.

On his first day back in Hangzhou, Wang Zihao launched an expansion plan for the southern market after communicating with Hu Weiyi.

On February 17th and 18th, OFO deployed another 50,000 shared bicycles, and within the following week, increased that number by 300,000. The newly added Central China and South China markets will follow suit, at which time the deployment scale of bicycles will be increased to 200,000 and 300,000 respectively.

A total of 80 vehicles!

With a combined investment of nearly 400 million yuan from Tencent, Sequoia Capital, and Hillhouse Capital, they naturally need to accelerate their expansion and first take over the southern market.

(End of this chapter)