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

Chapter 553 My name is Li Anan. I will work hard and repay you in the future!
After a few rounds of drinks, Chen Yansen said goodbye to Zhang Chaoyang and the others, got into his Maybach 62S, and sped off towards the hotel.

Liu Qiangdong waved to Zhang Chaoyang and Zhou Hongyi, got into a Mercedes, and disappeared into the night in the blink of an eye.

"He really has the nerve to call Mr. Chen 'Brother Sen' all the time, even though he's forty years old."

Zhou Hongyi shook his head and said, half-jokingly.

"Don't you want to shout?" Zhang Chaoyang asked back.

Zhou Hongyi was speechless for a moment, then gave an awkward laugh.

If calling out "Brother Sen" could make Chen Yansen abandon Xiaomi and fully support 360 Mobile, he would immediately greet him with a smug grin.

Zhang Chaoyang chuckled inwardly, then got into his Bentley Flying Spur and headed to his next social engagement.

the other side.

Chen Yansen sat in the back seat of the car, took out his phone, opened the Yunzhou app, operated it casually for a few moments, and then put it back in his pocket.

"Are we going back to Xucheng tomorrow?" Song Yuncheng asked from the side.

"I'm going to Shanghai to attend the annual meetings of Yunsu and Kuaipao."

Chen Yansen took Song Yuncheng's small hand and placed it in his left palm, kneading it repeatedly as if he were kneading dough.

“I’ll go with you,” Song Yuncheng said, raising her head.

Chen Yansen smiled gently, his gaze falling on Xiao Chengzi's neck, where a silver-white, dazzling necklace was faintly visible.

He knew that the pendant hidden under his clothes was a gold '116' symbol studded with small diamonds.

"Yeah, get some rest early tonight. You have some bloodshot eyes," Chen Yansen replied.

"Master, it's all your fault, always like to do it in the middle of the night..." Song Yuncheng started to say, but then swallowed the words back down her throat.

Chen Yansen smiled knowingly and asked in a low voice, "The clothes I bought for you in Davos, put them on and show them to me later."

Upon hearing this, Song Yuncheng's ears turned red, and her fair face instantly flushed crimson.

at the same time.

In the virtual city, in the rooftop garden, inside a banquet hall on the top floor.

Suddenly someone shouted, "The boss is giving out red envelopes!"

"where?"

"Is it a password-protected red envelope or a group red envelope?"

"Project group! Hurry, I've claimed my 888 yuan!"

The surrounding colleagues quickly picked up their phones and entered the 'Orange Communications' chat group.

As soon as I entered the group chat, a large red envelope popped up, which read: "Thank you for your hard work and dedication in 2013. Happy New Year."

The signature is Chen Yansen!

Wow! Brother Sen is so generous, mine is 688 yuan!

"I'm so envious! I only have 588 yuan!"

"Xiao Li from the marketing department won 988 yuan! He's so lucky!"

In an instant, the atmosphere at the annual meeting became increasingly lively, with everyone busy grabbing and receiving red envelopes.

Given their income level, a few hundred yuan in red envelopes may not seem like much, but no one would complain about the money being too much.

After dealing with her subordinates' toasts, Ye Qiuping put down the half-glass of water. With her status, if she didn't want to drink, no one could force her to.

She turned on her phone screen and saw that her chat with Chen Yansen was still stuck three days ago.

This guy has time to send red envelopes but no time to reply to messages?
Thinking of this, she took out a photo from her album and sent it to Chen Yansen.

Chen Yansen, who was far away in Yanjing, immediately received a message from Ye Qiuping. After glancing at it, he immediately right-clicked and saved the original image, thinking to himself: Master Ye hasn't changed at all, still as sassy as ever.

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The next day, Chen Yansen and Song Yuncheng flew to Shanghai by private jet, while Gao Weilin rushed back to Luzhou to host Semir Online's annual meeting.

With only three days left until Chinese New Year's Eve, today is also the last working day of the year for most employees of Senlian Capital's subsidiaries.

Apart from delivery drivers, food delivery workers, and some on-duty staff, Senlian Capital's holiday period is from January 29th to February 7th, a total of ten days.

而1月29日、1月30日和2月7日这三天，无论劳动法是怎么规定的，反正公司都会统一发放双倍底薪。

At 10:00 AM, we landed at Pudong International Airport.

As soon as Chen Yansen stepped out of the VIP passage, he saw Liao Wei and his assistant Zhai An not far away, grinning and waving at him.

Compared to three years ago, Liao Wei, now fifty years old, has lost a lot of weight, his face is noticeably thinner, and he looks more like Deng Chao, sporting a slicked-back hairstyle with a side part.

Two bodyguards followed behind him.

From a distance, it certainly exudes the aura of a leading private express delivery company.

"Oh, boss, I've missed you so much!"

Liao Wei grinned and came over, opening his arms as if to give Chen Yansen a hug.

"Come with me to Bibo Road first."

Chen Yansen pushed Liao Wei's arm away and gave the order with a look of disgust.

"Okay, boss." Liao Wei didn't take it seriously, and with a fawning attitude, he snatched Chen Yansen's suitcase from Song Yuncheng and pushed it himself.

Zhai An followed silently behind with a smile on his face.

As for helping with the luggage?
He would never do something so stupid.

Why is General Manager Liao trying to steal the credit when he's actually flattering the big boss?

Only someone who's not thinking straight would think this is helping their boss.

After getting into the car, the group drove along the Yingbin Expressway for ten minutes, then switched to the Outer Ring Expressway, and then exited the elevated road at Luoshan Road, heading towards the Electronic Port.

Before long, a building bearing the name "Orange Literature" came into view.

After receiving 5 million yuan in funding from the parent company, Cui Wei made comprehensive optimizations to employee benefits, aligning everything with Senlian Capital's standards. Overtime pay, quarterly bonuses, holiday subsidies, transportation subsidies, housing subsidies, and meal allowances were all provided.

For many editors, operations staff, and technical personnel, housing subsidies are the most practical solution!

For example, if you earn 10,000 yuan a month, you can get a 2000 yuan housing subsidy every month, which is enough to rent a house near the company.

Of course, renting the whole apartment would be quite difficult.

After all, this is Zhangjiang in Shanghai, where the rent for a house is usually between 3000 and 5000 yuan. 2000 yuan is only enough to rent a slightly larger single room.

After Cui Wei finished his meeting with the heads of various departments, he was about to return to his office when his phone suddenly rang.

He immediately stopped and took out his phone.

Yunzhou's SMS notification sounds can be customized, allowing you to identify who sent the message just by listening to the voice, regardless of the sender or group.

Cui Wei remembers clearly that this notification sound was exclusively for the boss.

He opened the cloud boat app, and sure enough, it was a message from his boss.

"Is the boss coming to inspect the company?"

After a moment of stunned silence, Cui Wei quickly gathered the company's senior executives and rushed downstairs.

When he arrived at the first floor, he saw a convoy slowly approaching, with a Maybach being escorted by two Mercedes-Benzes, one in front and one behind.

The convoy was followed by a Mercedes-AMG CLS63 and a BMW sedan.

Cui Wei only knew that the big boss owned a Hongqi L5 and a Rolls-Royce Ghost; he had never seen the other cars.

But he understood that with Chen Yansen's wealth and Senlian Capital's strength, no matter which city they went to, the heads of their respective subsidiaries would make arrangements in advance.

With a crisp "click," the car door opened.

The driver jogged out of the car first and opened the door for Chen Yansen.

Chen Yansen stepped out, followed closely by Song Yuncheng. Liao Wei and Zhai An emerged from the Mercedes-AMG CLS63 one after the other, consciously lagging behind and following behind.

"Boss! General Manager Liao!" Cui Wei stepped forward and greeted him with a broad smile.

Chen Yansen responded and gestured for Cui Wei to lead the way, then casually asked, "What time is Orange Literature's annual meeting?"

"Reporting to the boss, the reservation is for the Greenland Hotel next door at 6:30 pm."

Cui Wei answered truthfully.

"Please give my regards to my colleagues at Orange Literature. I won't be attending the annual meeting. Tonight, I'll be giving away 100 lucky draw entries for a grand prize of 10,000 yuan each, as my New Year's blessing to everyone."

Chen Yansen said slowly.

Orange Literature has fewer than 900 participants and 100 winning slots, meaning the winning rate is over 10%.

“Okay, boss,” Cui Wei replied immediately.

He's a sensible person. Orange Literature is just a third-rate player within the group. The fact that the boss could come by on his way is already a big favor.

He glanced at Liao Wei, guessing that the boss was probably here for the Yunsu Express annual meeting.

It's worth noting that Yunsu Express was valued at over 300 billion US dollars, while Orange Literature was acquired for only 6 million US dollars, a difference of several dozen times. It's normal that it wasn't valued by the boss.

As the group entered the office area, Cui Wei led Chen Yansen and others, introducing the area as they walked.

"Boss, this is the technology department, responsible for the development of website and app features and product maintenance. The Aurora Future OS version of the reading software will be released in mid-February."

Cui Wei spoke eloquently.

"What about the plans for short dramas? Have you had a clear discussion with Kuaiying and Douyin?"

Chen Yansen asked again.

Kuaiying is a business that Pei Yi spun off from Kuaipao last September. Initially, it only dealt with movie, stage play and concert ticketing, but recently it has started to get involved in film and television investment.

"Kuaiying has just established a short drama department and plans to launch three pilot works before Q1. They will be released on the Douyin platform, and then we will decide whether to continue based on market feedback."

Cui Wei replied.

He certainly wouldn't be willing to use a popular IP to test the waters, so he chose three ordinary novels.

Although it wasn't very popular, the content was catchy.

In Cui Wei’s view, if even a silly short drama like “Unexpected” can garner a billion views on Douyin, why can’t the novel adaptations by Orange Literature be the same?
Chen Yansen nodded slightly and did not ask any further questions.

For some smaller projects, he naturally didn't need to push them through every little detail behind the scenes; Cui Wei, Pei Yi, Liang Bo, and others could handle that.

He only stayed at Orange Literature's headquarters for an hour, chatting briefly with the general managers of various departments for a few minutes.

Around noon, Cui Wei wanted to say that he had reserved a private room, but the owner wanted to go to Kuai Pao Canteen at the intersection of the park road. Of course, he didn't dare to object and could only obediently follow.

This Kuai Pao Canteen has been open for half a year and is loved by migrant workers in Zhangjiang for its reasonable prices, delicious food, and cleanliness.

But it was only 11:30 a.m., not lunchtime yet. When Chen Yansen and the others arrived, they looked through the glass window and saw several deliverymen wearing Yunsu Express uniforms eating lunch.

Outside the cafeteria, a staff member from the "Chopsticks Run" cafeteria was waving his hands repeatedly at a young girl across the street, his face full of embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, you're not 16 years old yet. If we hire you, and someone reports it, the company will be fined."

The staff member explained apologetically.

"Sister, I really am 16 years old this year."

Li Anan's eyes drooped, revealing a pleading expression.

"But your birthday is May 4th, and the law requires it to be accurate to the day. You can actually come for the interview three months later."

The staff patiently persuaded them.

Three months later?

Li Anan couldn't help but smile bitterly.

She had almost no money left; aside from a train ticket, she only had a few dozen yuan left.

She had heard that there were many job opportunities and high salaries in Shanghai, but after arriving, she found that the good benefits were true, with waiters generally earning more than 3,000 yuan. However, the key issue was that she was not old enough.

Moreover, Shanghai is far more law-abiding than my hometown, and no one dares to risk getting into trouble by employing child labor.

Song Yuncheng, Liao Wei, Cui Wei, and others couldn't hear clearly because they were dozens of meters away, but Chen Yansen heard it perfectly.

He looked Li Anan up and down. His clothes and shoes were very cheap, all classic best-selling items from Pinduoduo Mall, with a total value of no more than 100 yuan.

Two hands clasped together were covered in chilblains and calluses.

However, this has nothing to do with him.

As he approached, the staff member standing at the door immediately recognized him and greeted him with a smile, "Hello, boss!"

"Thanks for your hard work."

Chen Yansen nodded.

After saying that, he prepared to walk inside.

When Li Anan heard the staff at the Kuai Pao canteen call him "boss," he quickly said, "Hello, I'd like to interview for a cleaning job. Could you give me a chance? I'm willing to accept only half the salary."

She didn't dare take another step forward because there were two tall and strong security guards blocking Chen Yansen's way.

"If everyone follows your example and only takes half their salary, what will happen to them? Will they also have to take a pay cut?"

Chen Yansen pointed at the staff at the Kuaipao canteen and questioned them in a cold voice.

Li Anan was stunned. For the first time, she realized that selling her labor too cheaply was also a form of harm to others.

She opened her mouth, slowly lowered her head, and said "I'm sorry" to the cafeteria staff.

"At your age, you should be in school. Why did you drop out?"

Chen Yansen asked.

"I haven't been to school." These five words took almost all her strength, shattering her self-esteem into a million pieces.

"Don't your parents care about you?" Chen Yansen asked.

“I am an orphan and have never met my parents,” Li Anan said, his head bowed, in a barely audible voice.

Song Yuncheng's heart softened, and she tugged at Chen Yansen's sleeve.

"Take it, and let her clean up in the kitchen first."

Chen Yansen gave Song Yuncheng face and spoke to the cafeteria staff next to him.

Please accept it?
Upon hearing this, Li Anan suddenly raised his head, stared intently at Chen Yansen, and then bowed repeatedly, saying thank you: "Thank you, boss. My name is Li Anan. I will definitely work hard and repay you in the future."

repay?

Chen Yansen never believed in such things. He led his men into the cafeteria and ignored them.

"Li Anan, right? Congratulations! Although the cleaning salary is a bit low, it's still 4500 yuan a month. With various subsidies and bonuses, it can easily reach six or seven thousand."

The staff at the Kuaipao canteen held Li Anan's rough hands and said with a smile.

Upon hearing about Li Anan's situation, the staff couldn't help but feel sympathy.

"Thank you, sister." Li Anan's mind was buzzing. After she came out of the orphanage, she worked in a noodle shop. The boss provided her with two meals a day, and she only earned one hundred yuan a month.

She thought she would be satisfied with an income of over three thousand.

Six or seven thousand?
She never dared to think of such a thing, not even in her dreams.

Looking at Chen Yansen's retreating figure, Li Anan asked curiously, "Sister, what's the boss's name?"

"You don't know him? There are news articles about our boss all over the internet." The staff at Kuai Pao Canteen looked shocked.

Li Anan looked embarrassed and didn't say anything more.

For her, cell phones and computers were simply too much of a luxury.

(End of this chapter)