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Chapter 560 The Second Way to Obtain the Flame of Humanity! The Third Foundation in the World!

The sky was overcast, and a pale crescent moon hung high in the sky.

The sound of firecrackers rang out continuously. Before five o'clock, some people lit lamps and sat around with their families, picking up their chopsticks.

The New Year's Eve dinner in Hui'an starts at different times, some at noon and some in the evening, while in Chun Shen it is usually in the evening.

Inside the Wang family's courtyard, Wang Zihao held an incense stick, lit a string of firecrackers, and then ran into the house.

Immediately afterwards, a series of crackling sounds filled the air.

"Old Wang, sister-in-law, let me toast you both. Thank you for your hard work."

Chen Guobin, holding his wine glass, said with a smile.

The table in front of me has nearly twenty dishes, all the result of Wen Shumei's busy day.

"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wen, I wish you a happy new year and all the best."

Chen Yansen raised his glass and immediately offered his blessings.

Wang Zihao chuckled and raised his glass.

Wang Ziyan secretly glanced at Chen Yansen, thinking to herself: He's handsome, but his heart is wicked. He's completely different from when he was a child.

While Chen Yansen was eating, the Kuai Pao Canteens, located in East China, Central China, and North China, were still open for business.

The street at No. 690 Bibo Road is sparsely populated, and you can't see a single car drive by for half a day.

Occasionally, a few Kuaipao delivery riders are still on the road.

Li Anan sat in front of the shop window, clutching a hand cream given to him by a colleague, a smile playing on his lips.

Despite receiving double wages and Spring Festival subsidies, many people still feel sad because they cannot return to their hometowns to reunite with their families.

But for her, being able to stay in the cafeteria and have a New Year's Eve dinner with her colleagues was an experience she had never had in the past sixteen years.

"Annan, come quick, dinner's ready!"

Upon hearing this, Li Anan turned around and saw Li Xinyu, the sister who had given her hand cream and helped her find a house, holding a steaming plate of beef hot pot and calling out to her with a bright smile.

She had never imagined such a scene, not even in her dreams.

"Sister Xinyu, let me help you."

Li Anan felt a warm glow in his heart and quickly went to greet them, placing the hot pot stand in the center.

At this moment, Chef Zhang Zihao came out with a bowl of sauerkraut fish, smiling broadly.

He is only nineteen years old this year. After graduating from junior high school, he went to a culinary school and was hired by Kuaipao Canteen with his solid cooking skills.

"Lunch is served! After eight o'clock, the colleagues at Kuaipao will definitely be hungry. We need to eat quickly, as we still need to prepare meals later."

"Café manager Ge Yuhang shouted loudly."

This Kuai Pao Canteen usually has more than 20 employees, but only about 10 showed up this time; the rest had gone back to their hometowns for the Chinese New Year.

The manager, chef, cleaner, food server, and cashier all had different expressions on their faces. After taking their seats, none of them touched their chopsticks.

"What are you all standing there for? Raise your glasses and wish everyone a Happy New Year, and may your lives become more and more prosperous!"

Ge Yuhang understood their thoughts, so he deliberately grinned and laughed to liven up the atmosphere.

"Sigh, after working away from home for more than ten years, this is the first time I haven't been back to my hometown. I don't know if my parents have eaten yet."

A young cashier said, her eyes red.

Logically, Chen Yansen should have felt some resentment for not giving them time off, but in reality, he didn't.

The boss pays a generous amount of overtime pay and subsidies.

What's more, KuaiPao's delivery riders are busy delivering drinks, fresh produce, fruits, vegetables, meat, and eggs to customers on New Year's Eve.

If they all go home, most of the delivery riders probably won't even be able to get a hot meal.

"Manager Ge, I'd like to toast the boss with this glass. I've been a waiter in Shanghai for seven or eight years, and this is the first time I've met such a kind person as Boss Chen."

They pay for my six types of insurance and one housing fund, plus housing subsidies, transportation subsidies, and meal allowances. They give me at least a 500 yuan red envelope during holidays, and four quarterly bonuses every year. In all my decades of life, no one has ever treated me this well.

As Aunt Liu, who was in charge of serving meals, spoke, her voice choked with emotion.

She has two sons, both living in her hometown. But every family has its own problems, and her daughter-in-law complains that she's freeloading.

Unwilling to endure that mistreatment, she went to work in Shanghai. Although she was already in her early fifties and quite old, she still drifted around outside year after year.

"Manager, I'd also like to toast the boss."

Li Anan's eyes reddened, and he raised his head to speak.

She had wondered how she would have gotten through the winter if she hadn't met her boss.

Finally, countless ideas floated through my mind: either under a bridge or huddled in a small room inside an ATM.

"Let's toast the boss together!"

Seeing that everyone was in low spirits, Ge Yuhang quickly took out his phone, pulled up a photo of Chen Yansen, and placed it on a corner of the table.

"Manager, something's a bit strange," Li Xinyu said, covering her mouth with a laugh.

"Well, we don't even have a chance to video chat with the boss! Come on, let's raise our glasses and wish our General Manager Chen a prosperous and thriving business."

Ge Yuhang immediately realized what was going on and laughed.

"Let's have ten more big, healthy boys," Aunt Liu said with a smile in her eyes.

"cheers!"

The crowd shouted.

Li Xinyu took out her phone, snapped a group photo, and then casually sent it to the project group chat.

She didn't dare to tag Chen Yansen directly, but instead added a message: "Wishing you a Happy New Year and all the best, boss."

In the photo, Chen Yansen's upper body lies quietly inside the phone.

Other staff members at the Kuai Pao canteen followed suit, taking group photos and posting them in the company's group chat.

If each of the more than 1000 Kuai Pao canteens across the country sends out a photo, that's more than 1000 photos.

The project group was instantly flooded with group photos!
A white mist surged towards Chun Shen from all directions.

the other side.

Chen Yansen, who was eating, immediately noticed something was wrong, as reminders about the increasing flame of humanity kept flashing before his eyes.

"January's salary, bonuses, and subsidies have all arrived? Where did these humanitarian contributions come from?"

Chen Yansen thought to himself.

In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of strands grew.

The number is small, but it's very unusual.

He took out his phone and scrolled through the various project groups one by one, but no one was sending red envelopes in the company's name.

Huh?
What's this? Chen Yansen opened the 'Chopsticks Canteen' project group and immediately found a densely packed group photo.

Each one represents a Kuai Pao Canteen!
In every group photo, there is a picture of each person.

"There's actually a second way to obtain the torch of humanity!"

Chen Yansen was deeply shocked, but quickly figured out the logic behind it.

He chuckled and replied in the group chat, "Who started this?"

When the employees of Kuaipao Canteen saw their boss ping, they were initially delighted, but then they shrank back, thinking that their boss was going to hold them accountable.

"@Mr. Chen Yansen, everyone wants to toast you, but I came up with a terrible idea."

Upon seeing the message, Ge Yuhang knew he couldn't avoid it, so he simply admitted it openly.

"@Everyone, I'd like to raise a toast to everyone too!"

Chen Yansen took a picture of himself holding a wine glass and posted it in the group chat.

Below the photo is a reminder about the red envelope (cash gift).

Li Anan poked the screen with his hand, and a large red envelope containing 688 yuan popped up.

"Sister Xinyu, what a big red envelope!"

Li Anan clicked his tongue in amazement.

Wow! Mine is 888 yuan!

"I only won 388 yuan, my luck is terrible!"

"Quick, grab it! The boss just released another one!"

The employees at the Kuai Pao Canteen Zhangjiang Electronic Port store forgot to eat for a moment, all of them looking down at their phones to grab red envelopes.

Chen Yansen sent out three red envelopes in one go. Those with bad luck could get at least 1,000 yuan, while those with good luck could get up to 3,000 yuan.

He sent out 50 million yuan in red envelopes for just one project group.

Upon hearing this, colleagues at Yunsu Express Station and Kuaipao branch immediately followed suit and sent group photos to the company's group chat.

Everyone was grinning, showing their teeth, holding up their phones with photos of Chen Yansen on the screens.

"These guys are obviously after the red envelopes."

Chen Yansen smiled slightly, looking at the ever-increasing humanitarian flame on the panel. He wasn't so stingy after all, and sent out a few big red envelopes, immediately receiving all sorts of compliments.

at the same time.

When the CCTV Spring Festival Gala host read out the first password-protected red envelope from Orange Pay, hundreds of millions of viewers watching on TV immediately picked up their phones.

"12.7 yuan!"

"3.8 yuan!"

"1.8 yuan!"

"2999 yuan!"

"0.8 yuan!"

In addition to cash, some users also received physical rewards, mostly featured products from sponsored brands, such as milk, gold lucky charms, liquor, small appliances, and mobile phones.

OrangePay gained over 4000 million new registered users in just half an hour by leveraging the Spring Festival Gala stage.

There's no need to guess; everyone's after the cash and prizes!
Orange Pay has surpassed 5 million registered users!

Zhang Yinjia suddenly announced this in the project group.

After two years and three months, OrangePay has finally broken through the 500 million mark, firmly establishing itself in the field of electronic payments.

While Orange Pay may not be as popular as WeChat Pay in terms of daily active users, it is far ahead in terms of the scale of funds.

After all, Yu'ebao's fund pool is approaching 8000 billion yuan, second only to SPDR S&P 500 and Pacific Total Return Fund, making it the third largest in the world.

Penguin's Lingqianbao has a fund size of less than 1000 billion yuan, while Ali's Yu'libao has just reached 1400 billion yuan.

It's nowhere near the scale of Orange Pay!
This is also why major brands are willing to sponsor "Collect Five Blessings" and "Spring Festival Gala Password Red Envelopes." In their view, Orange Pay has the most high-net-worth and high-quality users in China.

"Sponsoring the Spring Festival Gala and letting hundreds of millions of people grab red envelopes?"

When Ma Liyun learned of Chen Yansen's actions, his face darkened, and he cursed under his breath, "Idiot."

Zhifubao is always a step behind in marketing; it can come up with activities that others can think of, but its own operations team just can't.

This year, Zhifubao also launched a card collection campaign, which attracted many new users to the platform, but in terms of effectiveness, it was far inferior to Orange Pay.

Ma Wenteng, far away in Shenzhen, narrowed his eyes and suddenly became interested, planning to transplant this marketing plan into WeChat Pay without any changes.

"He uses password-based red envelopes, so I use the shake-to-win feature."

Little Ma muttered to himself.

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At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Yansen looked at the drunken Chen Guobin and shook his head helplessly.

The dish is unaware of its own limitations!
A person who is only capable of drinking two ounces of liquor insists on drinking four ounces.

"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wen, I'll take Old Chen home first."

Chen Yansen helped Chen Guobin up and then got up to take his leave.

"Brother Sen, Teacher Zhang has booked a large private room for 'The Same Song,' and there are probably more than twenty old classmates there..."

"Wang Zihao asked."

"I'm not going."

Chen Yansen waved his hand, decisively refusing.

Upon exiting the car, Huang Boxiang quickly got out and helped Chen Guobin into the back seat after seeing his boss.

"Huizhen, Huizhen..."

As soon as the car started, Old Chen began talking nonsense.

Chen Yansen sighed slightly and gestured for Lao Huang to drive.

With a "buzz," my phone vibrated in my pocket.

He picked it up and saw it was a message from Wang Ziyan. After thinking for a moment, he didn't reply.

Before she could even let it go, Song Yuncheng sent a message: "Master, can I come to see you?"

"Take the clothes I bought for you last time."

Chen Yansen agreed readily.

(End of this chapter)