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

Chapter 423 47.6 units sold on the first day! Lei Yijun: Leader Zhou, speak up! Shall we continue the competition?
5.7 units?

At 11:5 AM on May 29th, the sales figures for the Redmi 1 in the first hour were released, quickly becoming a trending news item on major portal websites.

In terms of market performance, Redmi phones far surpass 360 F1.

毕竟360 F1首日销量才14.4万台，以红米1的销售速度计算，不到三个小时，就能轻松碾压360 F1。

"No wonder Mr. Lei didn't respond a few days ago, he was holding back a big move!"

"@Zhou Hongyi, I know you're watching. Are you still comparing sales figures with Xiaomi?"

"Zhou Dapao is faking his death? Come out and speak!"

"To be fair, Mr. Zhou has made contributions to the mobile phone industry. The configuration and price of the 360 ​​F1 are also very attractive. Could we afford smartphones before?"

"Bullshit! 360 Mobile's system and supply chain rely entirely on Orange Technology. The real person who pushed smartphones to low prices is Chen Yansen."

"Isn't it economies of scale that reduce material costs?"

"Then let me ask you, before the Orange phone was released, could you buy a smartphone with a 5-inch touchscreen, 4GB of RAM, and an 1-megapixel camera for 800 yuan?"

"Other mobile phone manufacturers would dare to sell it to you for 2000 yuan—a huge mistake by someone who bought a Sony ST25i."

Zhou Hongyi, his face dark, glanced at the comments section.

He couldn't understand why the 360 ​​F1, with its 1300-megapixel rear camera and Orange Technology's photo algorithm, was only 100 yuan more expensive than the Redmi 1, yet its sales were worlds apart.

But he couldn't lower the price either. The costs of materials, production, sales, and after-sales service for the 360 ​​F1 were what they were. If the price were reduced to 799 yuan, 360 would lose money.

After a moment's thought, Zhou Hongyi immediately called over the head of 360 Mobile to prepare for the development of a budget phone priced at 699 yuan or even 599 yuan.

at the same time.

Chen Yansen lay on the sofa in the hotel suite, his head resting on Song Yuncheng's lap. Occasionally, he would open his mouth to catch a plump, round grape, and take a bite, where it would burst with fresh juice.

"Mr. Zhang invited you to go fishing at sea, but you didn't go; he invited you to a party at his villa, but you didn't go either. What is Mr. Chen up to?"

Song Yuncheng held Chen Yansen's head, stroking his cheek with her right hand, and asked softly.

"Guess," Chen Yansen said, opening his mouth.

Seeing this, Song Yuncheng picked a grape from the fruit plate on the coffee table, put it into President Chen's mouth, and then shook his head and said, "I can't guess."

"Give me a kiss, and I'll tell you." Chen Yansen grinned mischievously.

Upon hearing these familiar words, Song Yuncheng felt a moment of disorientation, and the scene of their second meeting flashed through his mind.

Forget about dinner, just give me a kiss.

At that time, Chen Yansen had a bright smile, his eyes were half-closed, and he had a playful smile on his face.

"Boom!"

Song Yuncheng lowered her head and gently pecked President Chen's lips, looking at Chen Yansen with tender eyes.

"Just kidding, you actually kissed him? Flirting with the boss, 500 yuan fine!"

Chen Yansen joked.

"..." Song Yuncheng smiled helplessly, thinking to himself: You shouldn't have been born in the Year of the Monkey, you should have been born in the Year of the Dog.

"Come for a walk with me."

Chen Yansen rolled over and got up, walked to the mirror, straightened his disheveled shirt a little, and then spoke.

Song Yuncheng nodded without asking where they were going.

The two took the elevator to the underground parking lot. Huang Boxiang, having received a message from his boss, was already sitting in the driver's seat of the Maybach 62S.

Upon seeing Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng approaching, he quickly drove the car in front of them and opened the car door for his boss.

"Go to No. 113, Zhuangdong Road, Sanyuanqiao".

Chen Yansen said after getting into the car.

Song Yuncheng took out his phone, opened Gaode Maps, entered his destination, and was filled with doubt.

"This is a Yunsu Express outlet, and next to it are Kuaipao rest stations and Kuaipao grocery delivery warehouses."

Chen Yansen noticed her subtle movements and explained with a smile.

"Do you want to see the actual situation at the front-end branches?"

Song Yuncheng asked subconsciously.

“Business and financial statements are all numbers; they’re too general and too cold,” Chen Yansen said in a flat tone.

Song Yuncheng hummed in agreement, understanding the subtext in Chen Yansen's words.

Just like her collaborations with businesses, only by visiting them in person can she better understand their strengths, production capacity, and sales needs, thereby formulating a better marketing plan.

Huang Boxiang gripped the steering wheel and sped off toward 'No. 113 Zhuangdong Road'.

A Mercedes MPV immediately followed, trailing far behind.

In 2013, Beijing was filled with high-rise buildings, a booming economy, and a constant flow of vehicles. People would often ride shared bicycles along the streets.

The uniforms of the deliverymen from Kuaipao and Yunsu Express were also very eye-catching; everyone was busy and in a hurry.

“Zihao is in Yanjing,” Song Yuncheng reminded him.

Chen Yansen naturally knew this, and he leaned back in his chair and said, "I'll go see him later."

Although OFO's project is not large in scale, it combines online and offline businesses, making it very suitable for training people.

He sent Wang Zihao to Hangzhou and then to Yanjing, not because his close friend was too much of an eyesore, but to take the opportunity to hone Wang's character and abilities.

A short while later, the Maybach stopped at the entrance of the alley.

After getting out of the car, Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng walked straight into the depths of the alley.

Two security personnel followed closely behind.

After walking only a few dozen meters, I saw a sign that read "Yunsu Express," which meant I had arrived at an express delivery point.

It was just past 12:30, a time when deliverymen have a slightly less busy period.

Chen Yansen stood outside the door, looking inside.

Groups of two or three deliverymen gathered together, holding lunchboxes or takeout food, and were eating heartily.

"Hello, how can I help you?"

A Yunsu courier noticed several people standing at the door and, out of curiosity, asked them what was going on.

Chen Yansen stepped inside and asked casually, "Having dinner?"

After recognizing Chen Yansen, the deliveryman hurried over and asked in shock, "Boss, what brings you here?"

He peeked out and didn't see the supervisor, director, or general manager of the Yanjing branch behind Chen Yansen.

"Aren't you welcome?" Chen Yansen joked.

"No, no, no! Boss, please come in! I'll go call the station manager; he's in the restroom." The deliveryman chuckled.

"No need," Chen Yansen waved his hand.

The remaining seven or eight deliverymen, upon hearing the commotion, froze the moment they looked up.

"Please have a seat, boss." Although the deliveryman was nervous, he kept his head straight, quickly brought over a chair, and wiped it with his sleeve.

Chen Yansen didn't stand on ceremony, plopped down, and casually asked, "What's your name, brother?"

My boss calls me "brother"?

Li Jie paused slightly, his brows furrowing with excitement. He unconsciously scratched his head and grinned, saying, "Boss, my name is Li Jie, but my colleagues usually call me Big Head."

"Tsk, it's really not small," Chen Yansen agreed.

The deliverymen next to him laughed and winked at Li Jie.

"Where are the rest of you?" Chen Yansen asked again.

"Boss, my name is Liu Jia." "Boss, my name is Wu Jing, I'm twenty-four."

"..."

Chen Yansen greeted each of them with a smile: "Call me Brother Sen. It sounds too formal to keep calling me 'Boss' all the time."

"Brother Sen!" The group looked at each other, and then a chorus of greetings rang out.

"I see you guys rely on takeout for lunch?" Chen Yansen asked.

"I don't get home from get off work until eight or nine o'clock, so I don't have time to cook," Wu Jing replied first.

"Isn't Xie Nan going to make it for you?" Chen Yansen joked.

"Hahaha..." The other deliverymen were stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter.

"Brother Sen, we have the same name but different fates. She's a big star, while I can't even afford a house. Who would want to marry me?" Wu Jing smiled awkwardly and spread his hands.

"Work hard, and you'll achieve your goals," Chen Yansen encouraged.

After the Spring Festival, the base salary for Yunsu Express couriers increased from 3000 yuan to 3200 yuan, and those with outstanding performance could even earn 4000 yuan.

With the addition of housing subsidies and quarterly bonuses, my monthly income is more than 1000 yuan higher than before.

Currently, the pre-tax salary of frontline deliverymen at Yunsu Express is generally around 8,000 yuan, and there are quite a few top performers who earn 20,000 to 30,000 yuan a month.

Through the descriptions of Li Jie, Liu Jia, Wu Jing, and others, Chen Yansen gained a clearer understanding of their daily lives.

They start work at 7 a.m. every day, unloading, sorting, dispatching, and collecting packages. They have to climb stairs and deal with all kinds of bad weather. The average daily delivery volume is between 150 and 200 pieces.

Meals are irregular, like a battle.

In some ways, their work is even harder than that of the factory workers at Orange Phone.

After listening, Chen Yansen seemed to be deep in thought and secretly made a note of it.

Next, he visited the pre-positioned warehouses of Kuaipao Maicai and the stations of Kuaipao riders, and noticed some shortcomings in management.

He did not point it out on the spot, but planned to have Pei Yi and Liao Wei follow up later.

It wasn't until 6 p.m. that he and Song Yuncheng entered a private room at a barbecue restaurant.

The room is over 30 square meters and is equipped with an LED screen and a karaoke machine. The owner has combined a KTV and a barbecue restaurant.

More than a decade later, this model would have become commonplace, but it was particularly novel in 2013.

The lobby on the first floor was packed, and most of the private rooms on the second floor were also full of guests.

"Brother Sen, long time no see! I've missed you so much!" Wang Zihao, wearing a white shirt and a Rolex Explorer on his wrist, wanted to rush up and hug Chen Yansen as soon as he saw him.

Chen Yansen frowned, his face showing disgust, and raised a finger to block Wang Zihao, saying, "I appreciate the thought, but I'm afraid of the heat in the middle of summer."

"The air conditioning is on inside," Wang Zihao said, pointing to the air conditioning vents overhead.

Chen Yansen rolled his eyes at him, plopped down, and said to Song Yuncheng, "Brother Hao is treating, order the expensive stuff, don't try to save him money."

"Hello, Senior Song," Wang Zihao greeted politely.

He originally wanted to call her sister-in-law, but then he thought about it again and realized there was also Mengjie.

So he quickly changed his mind and used the old way of addressing him.

"Zihao has become much more well-off." Song Yuncheng sat down next to Chen Yansen, considered for a moment, and said softly.

"There's no way around it. We're either in meetings or dealing with suppliers all day long. The business scene in the north is completely different from that in the south. A large portion of the deals are made over drinks."

Wang Zihao shrugged.

Although he was only twenty-one years old, he looked like a twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old young man in a shirt, trousers, and leather shoes. His face had no trace of childishness, and he had a neat short haircut.

Her physique is trending towards that of "Cao Dahua"!

"Take some time to lose weight. People who don't know you might think you and Cao Dahua are brothers," Chen Yansen teased.

He paused for a moment and then said, "Didn't Uncle Wang mention you?"

"My dad said so, but I don't have time," Wang Zihao said with a bitter face.

"You need to be efficient and have a good balance in your work. If you work overtime every day, who among your subordinates will dare to leave work?" Chen Yansen retorted.

Seeing his serious expression, Wang Zihao pondered for more than ten seconds before obediently nodding and replying, "Brother Sen, I understand."

"Yanjing is the center of the North China market, but not the whole of it. Don't get stuck in the current situation. Expand to the surrounding areas as soon as possible and win with the advantage of scale."

Chen Yansen offered his advice in a calm and unhurried manner.

"Didi Bike and Ofo Bike are not as good as Ofo Bike in terms of location, user experience and deposit policy. It's not difficult for them to win, it just takes some time," Wang Zihao confidently assured.

Chen Yansen looked at Wang Zihao and thought to himself: Zihao has changed quite a bit.

Song Yuncheng, standing to the side, was ordering rapidly from the electronic menu. It wasn't that she really wanted to rip off Wang Zihao, but she knew that Chen Yansen had a big appetite.

After exchanging a few words about work, Chen Yansen and Wang Zihao tacitly shifted the topic to school, Chun Shen, and Wang Ziyan's college entrance examination.

“Ziyan wants to go to Luzhou University of Science and Technology,” Wang Zihao said.

Ziyan?

This name sounds familiar?
Upon hearing this, Song Yuncheng couldn't help but prick up his ears.

"Ziyan is Zihao's younger sister," Chen Yansen casually explained when he saw her curiosity.

Wang Ziyan?
It was the name Chen Yansen had murmured in his dreams.

It turns out she's Wang Zihao's younger sister!

“The three of us have known each other since we were little. Ziyan is like Sen-ge’s own sister.” Wang Zihao said, taking a sip of his wine.

"So you two have a pretty good relationship."

Song Yuncheng said.

She initially thought Chen Yansen was a pervert, but after hearing what Wang Zihao said, all her doubts vanished.

“Actually, Shanghai Jiao Tong University is more suitable for Ziyan, or she could go to Harvard. I can help her get a recommendation letter.”

Chen Yansen just wanted to kick Wang Ziyan thousands of miles away, as far away from him as possible.

“My mom thinks USTC is the best because it’s close to home. She’ll buy my dad an SUV so he can visit Ziyan in Luzhou anytime he has free time,” Wang Zihao said.

The whole family agreed?
Chen Yansen sighed, feeling somewhat helpless. If he could, he would like to send Wang Ziyan to the Arctic.

"Your sister gets such good grades?" Song Yuncheng asked.

"Yes, Tsinghua University, Peking University, and USTC are options for her, but for me they are exclusions."

Wang Zihao responded smugly.

"They're all born of the same mother, but the difference is huge," Chen Yansen commented.

"..." Wang Zihao's smile froze.

Song Yuncheng smiled faintly, picked up the beer bottle, and filled Chen Yansen's glass. Her eyes held a miniature version of Chen Yansen.

This scene filled Wang Zihao with envy.

The three of them ate from evening until late at night, and didn't leave until 11:30 p.m.

Half an hour later, the first-day sales data for Redmi 1 was compiled and sent to Lei Yijun's phone.

A total of 47.6 units were sold!

与青橙D2首日137万台的销量相比，红米1的差距明显，却能轻松吊打一众友商，更是比360 F1多了33.2万台！

Without hesitation, Lei Yijun sent out the battle report and tagged Zhou Hongyi: "Master Zhou, shall we continue?"

For the first time, Xiaomi completely crushed 360 in terms of sales.

(End of this chapter)