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

Chapter 408 Kang Yiping concedes, surpassing 200 million! Huang Boxiang: I deserve to die!
In mid-spring, April, the goldenrain trees on both sides of the Bengbu-Lushan Expressway are lush and verdant, with golden flowers clustered on the branches like stars.

A Ghost sped towards Chun Shen. Chen Yansen looked out the window, stared at the distant mountain scenery for a few seconds, and then looked away.

"Pre-orders for the Star Shine Card have exceeded 200 million. Based on the original packages, Zhao Maolin and I have communicated and added a recharge upgrade promotion. For the first recharge of 100 yuan, the extra data usage outside the package will be charged at 1 yuan per 600MB; for a recharge of 300 yuan, the extra data usage will be charged at 1 yuan per 800MB; and for a recharge of 500 yuan, the extra data usage will be charged at 1 yuan per GB."

Ye Qiuping, who was sitting to the side, spoke slowly.

She paused, then added, "We can get 20% of the recharge commission for the first three months."

Logically speaking, given Senlian Capital's channel strength, obtaining a 50% to 70% commission rate would not be difficult. However, Chen Yansen refused to pay a single penny for the targeted traffic, and Ye Qiuping's ability to negotiate a 20% commission rate was already quite remarkable, demonstrating her strong business negotiation skills.

"Xingyao Card made the right move. It's likely that someone is backing Kang Yiping behind the scenes. Otherwise, China Telecom wouldn't have made such concessions. It seems that the signals from above about speeding up the network and lowering fees are becoming increasingly clear."

Chen Yansen leaned back and commented casually.

"The high cost of mobile data plans has indeed hindered the development of the mobile internet." After taking over the Xingyao Card project, Ye Qiuping quickly grasped the ins and outs of it within just a few days.

"Mr. Ye's mind is as sharp as a young person's. Without looking at your ID card, you would never guess that you're almost thirty."

Chen Yansen jokingly remarked.

Damn it, I'm only twenty-nine!

Ye Qiuping stared intently at Chen Yansen, looking furious but unable to speak out, only able to curse silently in her heart.

In fact, after Senlian Capital approached China Mobile and China Unicom, and with the successive entry of internet companies such as Tencent, Alibaba, NetEase, and Sohu, Kang Yiping had no choice but to increase his stakes and prepare to make the Xingyao Card a resounding success as a performance indicator for his promotion.

After all, if he didn't agree, Chen Yansen might turn around and cooperate with China Mobile and China Unicom. The terrifying sales of 200 million copies in two days also made Kang Yiping realize the dominance and influence of Senlian Capital in the Internet field.

Fearing that China Mobile and China Unicom might act unethically and secretly offer higher prices, he instructed Zhao Maolin to concede some profits to Senlian Capital in order to solidify the cooperative relationship.

"Boss, did we have some kind of grudge in our past lives?" Ye Qiuping asked indignantly.

She had a vague feeling that when Chen Yansen was 'bullying' her, the smile on his face always conveyed a sense of ease and relaxation.

If we rule out the possibility that the other person is a pervert, then the only remaining possibility is that the two had a grudge in a past life.

"Perhaps," Chen Yansen replied ambiguously, understanding her meaning.

"..." Ye Qiuping sighed, too angry to speak.

The entire journey from Xucheng to Chunshen is less than 200 kilometers. Xiao Li drove off the highway in just two hours and then headed towards the northern cemetery.

Before long, a hill covered with pear and peach blossoms came into view.

"Xiao Li, stop the car," Chen Yansen ordered.

He saw a paper offering shop at the intersection, which had all kinds of paper offerings, including yellow paper, ghost money, and gold ingots.

Since it's a rare occasion for me to visit my mom, I naturally want to cook a lot.

"Okay, boss." Xiao Li was a man of few words; after saying that, he fell silent, slowly slowed down, and stopped in front of the door.

"A golden statuette? My goodness, a Rolls-Royce! Does our county even have someone that awesome?"

The owner of the paper craft shop was lying behind the counter scrolling through Toutiao (a Chinese news and information platform) when he heard the noise outside the door. He looked up and was so shocked that his mouth dropped open, and he almost dropped the cigarette in his mouth, but luckily he managed to bite it back down.

"Boss, do you also have Green Orange D2, Orange C3S, and Shiny Orange X1?" Ye Qiuping was the first to enter, pointing to the paper phone.

"We always need to burn some new things for our ancestors, how about a few? These are best-selling items." The paper craft shop owner quickly stood up and enthusiastically introduced them.

Since you're driving a Rolls-Royce, you must have bought plenty of gifts for your ancestors' worship.

Big customer!
"The workmanship is not bad, it looks quite decent." Chen Yansen followed him in, took a larger version of the Yao Cheng X1, and joked with a smile.

"Absolutely! They're all genuine, no problems with the quality!" The paper shop owner grinned, exaggerating with wide eyes.

Authentic product?
When did Orange Technology expand its business into the underworld?
Chen Yansen was both amused and exasperated, but he didn't say much, keeping his head down as he selected mobile phones, computers, tablets, ghost money, and yellow paper.

"You still have US dollars?" Chen Yansen was slightly taken aback, looking at the US dollar version of ghost money with a face value of 1000 trillion. If this stack were burned, even the underworld would have a financial crisis.

"We've been aligning with international standards these past two years, how about a box?" the paper craft shop owner said earnestly.

Chen Yansen nodded and did not object.

The paper shop owner was overjoyed at the sight and quickly brought over a box of unopened paper offerings and piled it on the counter.

He subconsciously looked at Chen Yansen, and after seeing the other's face clearly, his expression suddenly froze, his voice trembled, and he asked excitedly, "Mr. Chen, are you Chen Yansen?"

"Okay, and give me another box of ghost money from the Heaven and Earth Bank," Chen Yansen replied calmly.

"Mr. Chen, may I take a picture with you?" The paper shop owner showed off his Green Orange D2.

The implication is clear: Mr. Chen, I'm your fan!
"Here? That doesn't seem quite right."

Chen Yansen gestured with his lip, indicating to the boss to look around at the wreaths, paper figures, and piles of yellow paper.

"Yes, yes, shall we go outside?" The paper shop owner stroked his hair and suggested with a big smile.

Helpless, Chen Yansen gritted his teeth and took a group photo with someone outside the paper craft shop.

Ye Qiuping stood to the side, trying not to laugh, but she held it back, afraid of angering Chen Yansen and suffering for him that night.

Ten minutes later, Xiao Li put all the offerings into the trunk of his car and drove away, with a Mercedes MPV following closely behind.

The paper shop owner lay down again, opened WeChat, and proudly posted a group photo in the 'Happy Family (37)' group, with the caption: "Look who this is?"

"Holy crap! Chen Yansen!"

"He went back to Chun Shen to sweep his ancestors' graves?"

"Nonsense! Today is Qingming Festival, isn't it normal to sweep tombs?"

"Uncle, could you get me an autograph?"

the other side.

Chen Yansen knelt on the ground and respectfully kowtowed three times, muttering: "Mom, I'm afraid that I'm stingy and the money I burned for you before wasn't enough. So I'll add some more for you. If it's still not enough, please come to me in a dream."

Ye Qiuping carefully examined the photo on the tombstone and thought to herself: No wonder Chen Yansen looks good; it turns out his mother has good genes.

"Can you burn some money for me? I'm tired of burning too much."

Half an hour later, Chen Yansen stood up and said to Ye Qiuping.

"Me? That's not appropriate, is it?" Ye Qiuping shook her head, but the corners of her mouth kept turning up involuntarily.

"Stop talking nonsense." Chen Yansen rolled his eyes at her and stuffed a stack of ghost money with a face value of 1000 trillion into Ye Qiuping's hand.

Ye Qiuping obediently knelt down, gazing at Liang Huizhen's name on the tombstone, silently murmuring in her heart: "Aunt Liang, I am Chen Yansen's subordinate, my name is Ye Qiuping. Your son is very capable, and I actually like him, but I come from a poor family..."

It wasn't until 3 p.m. that Ye Qiuping finished burning the yellow paper money for the dead. She had been kneeling all afternoon, and her knees were bruised and red, and her legs were trembling.

"Thank you for your hard work," Chen Yansen said.

"It's not hard work," Ye Qiuping said with a fawning smile.

"Then wait ten minutes, I'll have Xiao Li go buy a few more boxes of ghost money," Chen Yansen said.

"..." Ye Qiuping was stunned.

Chen Yansen was just joking. He then got into the car and asked Xiao Li to drive to North Street.

Finally, he stopped in front of a wonton shop, patted his stomach, and said, "I'm actually a little hungry."

After kneeling for more than two hours, Ye Qiuping thought to herself: I'm hungry, both tired and hungry.

"Boss, three bowls of wontons, three bowls of knife-cut noodles, and nine ounces of potstickers."

As soon as Chen Yansen entered, he skillfully ordered the food.

He and Ye Qiuping sat at one table, while Xiao Li sat at another empty table. There were only a few customers in the restaurant, making it look deserted.

"Xiao Li, there's a braised food stall near the entrance. Go buy half a salted goose," Chen Yansen said.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Li immediately ran out.

"I didn't expect that Mr. Chen's hometown is really a small county town," Ye Qiuping said softly.

"Otherwise what? You think I made this up?" Chen Yansen retorted.

Given your character and personality, it's not impossible.

Ye Qiuping smiled without saying a word, only daring to complain in her heart.

"Boss, knife-cut noodles, plus two ounces of potstickers."

At this moment, a middle-aged man in his forties, carrying a pot of tea, walked along the path while talking.

Chen Yansen turned his head and, sure enough, saw a familiar face.

"Coach Huang, it's been a long time."

"Mr. Chen, it's been a long time." Huang Boxiang was taken aback at first, then walked over with a smile.

"Changed careers?" Chen Yansen looked Huang Boxiang up and down, noticing that he wasn't wearing the 'Da Xiang Driving School' uniform, his complexion was much darker than it had been three years ago, and more than 30% of his hair was white.

"Sigh, I've fallen on hard times." Huang Boxiang pulled up a small stool, sat down opposite Chen Yansen, scratched his head, and said self-deprecatingly.

You've never stood up for yourself!
Chen Yansen thought for a moment, but still didn't say it. The truth would be too hurtful, so he casually asked, "Did your brother's driving school go out of business?"

Although Huang Boxiang has a bad temper, he is, after all, the younger brother of the driving school owner. As long as Daxiang Driving School remains standing, he will not lose his job.

“My brother was tricked in business. He bought a kindergarten, and the other party profited from it all, leaving my brother to take the fall. Last year, he tried to invest in a real estate project, but the houses couldn't be sold, and the big boss ran away with the money. My brother's 10 million yuan investment went down the drain, and he was so desperate that he jumped off a building.”

Huang Boxiang, with red eyes, said with a bitter smile.

Now, he has to shoulder the burden of two families. In addition to working as a driving instructor, he also has to drive for ride-hailing services to supplement his family income.

Chen Yansen frowned slightly.

In my memory, Huang Daxing entered the real estate industry in 2014, and acquired a piece of land before the housing prices in Chun Shen soared. In less than three years, he went from being a multi-millionaire to a billionaire.

However, in this life, the other party entered the industry one or two years earlier, but their fate was completely reversed, and they eventually committed suicide by jumping off a building due to a broken capital chain.

By seizing the opportunities of the times, one can achieve financial freedom in just two or three years.

Once you take the wrong path, your family's decline can happen in the blink of an eye.

If Huang Daxing had gritted his teeth and persevered for two years, he might have been able to turn things around, but the creditors behind him wouldn't give him a chance.

"Do you need any help?" Chen Yansen asked seriously.

He knew Huang Boxiang well; he was honest and kind, though a bit short-tempered. When he was a driving instructor, he never took bribes or demanded anything. He would praise students who learned well and scold those who learned slowly.

This person has bad habits, but his heart is not crooked.

You can tell from how hard he works to earn money to support his older brother's youngest daughter's education that he is a man of honor and loyalty.

"Mr. Chen, no need to trouble yourself. I'm practically your employee now. I take half a day off to run a taxi whenever I have free time."

Huang Boxiang shook his head and refused.

There are some favors I can't repay.

Moreover, he was a sensible person. He and Chen Yansen were just nodding acquaintances. Three years ago, when Chen Yansen hired him, he was paid every penny of his wages.

He has no shame; he did something as disgraceful as asking to borrow money.

"How much revenue do you make in a day?" Chen Yansen pressed.

"With the sales bonus, making 400 yuan a day is no problem," Huang Boxiang said with a satisfied smile.

But he didn't tell Chen Yansen that he had to run from six in the morning until the early hours of the morning before logging off, and that he would take a nap in the car when he got tired.

"so much?"

Chen Yansen was immediately surprised.

The starting fare for taxis in Chun Shen is low, but with a daily turnover of 400 yuan, one has to drive for more than ten hours.
"You've logged into two accounts?" Chen Yansen asked in a deep voice.

Huang Boxiang panicked and hurriedly denied it, saying, "I didn't."

Kuaidi Dache has strict regulations: each car is bound to one driver's license, ID card, and account, and the maximum order duration is no more than 10 hours. Cheng Weixing is mainly worried that some people would rather lose their lives than their money.

Ride-hailing drivers often sit for long periods, sometimes for more than ten hours at a time, which can easily lead to sudden cardiac death.

"Tell the truth, or I could just make a phone call and have all your accounts blocked," Chen Yansen said coldly.

"Mr. Chen, I have no choice, the pressure of life is too great." Huang Boxiang looked at Chen Yansen pitifully, his expression full of pleading.

He's completely different from the cheerful coach he was three years ago.

"Okay, I understand," Chen Yansen waved his hand and said.

Huang Boxiang gave a dry laugh, feeling uncomfortable all over. He took his leave, moved to another seat, ate his lunch hastily, and then ran away without looking back.

Fearing that he might be a step too slow, Chen Yansen would block his driver's account.

"Will you ban the account?" Ye Qiuping asked curiously.

"Guess." Chen Yansen chuckled softly, slowly eating his wontons and golden, crispy potstickers.

When he left and was about to pay, the owner told him that someone had already paid for his meal.

You really want to shut me up with a few dozen yuan?

Chen Yansen chuckled. After getting into the car, he called Cheng Weixing and gave him two instructions: "First, strictly investigate drivers who use fake license plates, identity information, or driver's licenses. Launch a reward program for reporting such activities on the passenger app, both for passenger safety and for the safety of drivers. Second, make it mandatory for drivers to purchase accident insurance, so that they have no protection in case of an accident."

While full-time drivers on Kuaidi Dache have social security, medical insurance, and accident insurance, they account for a very small percentage. The vast majority of part-time drivers have no such protection.

As for Huang Boxiang's account, it should be banned!

When rules are mixed with personal feelings, they lose their original meaning.

Chen Yansen first had Xiao Li take Ye Qiuping back to the hotel, then bought a bag of oranges at the intersection and leisurely went to see Lao Chen.

at the same time.

Huang Boxiang was stunned; his account had been banned!

"You son of a bitch Chen Yansen! I'm your coach and fellow townsman, and I even treated you to knife-cut noodles and potstickers. You turn on me faster than you can turn the pages of a book."

Huang Boxiang was so angry that he cursed loudly and drove home dejectedly.

Two accounts, one was banned, and the other has been running for ten hours and can only take orders tomorrow.

After he parked his car and entered the house, he saw a young man sitting in the living room, about twenty-five or twenty-six years old, wearing glasses.

"Old Huang, you're back! Come in quickly! This is the recruitment manager from Kuaipao Company. He wants to hire you as their boss's driver." Huang Boxiang's wife had an undisguised smile on her face.

With a monthly salary of 12,000 yuan, five social insurances and one housing fund, free meals and accommodation, plus housing subsidies, transportation subsidies, quarterly bonuses, travel funds and other benefits, one can earn at least 250,000 to 260,000 yuan a year.

It's much higher than Huang Boxiang's income, who works himself to the bone while juggling multiple jobs.

She's only in her early forties, and she doesn't want her husband to be worked to death.

After hearing his wife's explanation, Huang Boxiang's eyes immediately turned red. Recalling that he had been cursing Chen Yansen all the way, he immediately felt remorse and thought to himself: I really deserve to die!
At that moment, Lao Huang felt nothing but gratitude towards Chen Yansen.

(End of this chapter)