Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

Chapter 369: Chapter 294: 8 Hours, 1 Million, 1.6 Billion! Crush Dingdong Community

"Dingdong Community? Liang Changlin?"

At Zhuxianzhuang Science and Technology Park, Chen Yansen listened to Pei Yi’s report. The name ’Dingdong Maicai’ suddenly popped into his mind. Connecting the dots, it wasn’t hard to guess that Dingdong Community was most likely the predecessor of Dingdong Maicai.

"Add a lifestyle services section to Kuai Pao. Take Dingdong Community’s business scope—housekeeping, printing, laundry, lock-picking and replacement, and appliance repair—and incorporate it all into Kuai Pao’s operations."

Chen Yansen instructed Pei Yi with a faint smile.

’It couldn’t be helped. Just in case, it was better to crush Dingdong Community in advance.’

’People can change!’

’If he let it grow unchecked, Liang Changlin might set his sights on the food delivery market once his business got big enough.’

’No need to create trouble for himself!’

’Even a lion uses its full strength to hunt a rabbit!’

’Once Kuai Pao swallowed the entire food delivery market and its Group Buy business became number one in the industry, perhaps he would let Dingdong Community live.’

’But not now. Absolutely not!’

’Forget Liang Changlin; even if Wang Xin, Ma Liyun, or Ma Huateng stood in his way, he would take them on without hesitation.’

"Alright, I understand. As soon as President Gao completes the business and financial audits, I’ll immediately begin to reorganize and restructure Nuomi Network’s organizational framework and on-the-ground promotional model."

Pei Yi nodded, having made the suggestion as he considered the upcoming acquisition of Nuomi Network.

"Cut all the agents in third- and fourth-tier cities. If anyone dares to embezzle our money, send them to make license plates."

Chen Yansen warned in a cold voice.

"Yes, boss. I know what to do," Pei Yi agreed without hesitation.

In reality, aside from the Group Buy agents, were the district, regional, and city managers under them truly clean?

Ever since Kuai Pao’s Risk Control Department was established, the list of employees submitted to the prosecutor’s office each quarter never had fewer than a double-digit number of names.

It’s just human nature. Staring at piles of cash and not feeling greedy? That’s like forcing a man to be a eunuch, isn’t it?

Chen Yansen grunted in acknowledgment and then hung up the phone.

He glanced out the window. The sky had already grown dark. The late summer evening wind made the camphor trees below rustle and sway.

Chen Yansen couldn’t help but think of the wind chimes at Ye Qiuping’s house, tinkling gently, and the milky scent of her room.

’His master hadn’t changed a bit. As alluring as she was in his past life.’

Chen Yansen smiled and stood up, ready to leave work. The car keys on his desk flew up and slipped obediently into his pants pocket.

As he reached the ground floor, he saw Song Yang standing in the open area outside, seemingly arguing with his girlfriend, an upperclassman.

Chen Yansen strolled over.

Hearing footsteps, Song Yang glanced over. When he saw it was Chen Yansen, the anger on his face subsided slightly. "Brother Sen, heading out?" he asked awkwardly.

"Here for your girlfriend? I haven’t eaten yet," Chen Yansen said, his eyes narrowing, clearly enjoying the drama.

"Shuangqing Restaurant, QQ-E Family, Fengbao Inn... Brother Sen, take your pick," Song Yang said, thumping his chest.

In his heart, he had long since come to see Chen Yansen as a brother from another mother. Leaving aside the courier agent business, the annual commission from the campus cards alone let him easily earn twenty thousand yuan.

"So I can’t eat at Sky Garden for once?" Chen Yansen retorted with a disdainful curl of his lip, cursing inwardly. ’You son of a bitch, Song Yang. You get a room in a five-star hotel, but when you treat your brother to dinner, it’s only at a food stall that costs 60 yuan a head, huh?’

"Brother Sen, don’t get me wrong. It’s just that you go to Sky Garden all the time. I figured I’d take you somewhere with a bit more life, a more down-to-earth vibe, so you can experience how a regular college student lives."

Song Yang explained with a sheepish smile, scratching his head.

"Shuangqing Restaurant, then." Chen Yansen wasn’t picky; it wasn’t like he’d never been there before.

"You got it! I’ll call and book a private room. Should I call Brother Zhe, Qiangzi, Bo Bo, and Xiaopeng to join us?" Song Yang asked, pulling out his phone and stepping aside. He turned back just as he was about to dial.

Chen Yansen didn’t say a word, simply making an "OK" gesture.

A minute later, Song Yang hung up, ushered his girlfriend, Fu Yin, into the car, and called over to Chen Yansen, "Second floor, Huangshan Hall."

Chen Yansen gave a slight nod, settled into the driver’s seat of his Aston Martin Rapide, and slowly drove out of the Science and Technology Park.

Song Yang followed close behind in his used BMW X1.

"What’s so wrong with relying on your parents? You know my family’s situation. Both my parents are civil servants; they care a lot about things like social status. If you’re not willing to go home and take over management of the hotel, and insist on striking out on your own to open some little motel at the Xuyuan entrance, then let’s just break up."

Fu Yin’s expression turned cold the moment she got in the car. She issued Song Yang an ultimatum.

’If our friends and relatives found out my boyfriend was opening a little guesthouse across from the school, I’d die of embarrassment.’

’In her opinion, Song Yang had to be sick in the head. He had a perfectly good life as the heir to a hotel chain, but instead, he insisted on torturing himself with a startup, insisted on starting from nothing.’

’Who do you think you are, Chen Yansen?!’

"Are you sure you want to break up?"

Song Yang asked back, his face devoid of emotion. The two of them had been fighting on and off for the past half-month.

"If you won’t listen to me, then yes, we’ll break up," Fu Yin snapped.

Song Yang’s face was cold, and he didn’t say another word until he pulled up to the East Gate of Xuyuan. Then, he suddenly spoke. "Get out."

"Song Yang, what do you mean?" Seeing that he had stopped at the school gate instead of Shuangqing Restaurant, Fu Yin’s heart began to pound with panic.

’She hadn’t expected to lose her grip on him this time. He was actually going to break up with her.’

"This is a get-together for my dormmates. It’s not appropriate for an outsider to be there," Song Yang replied.

SLAM!

Fu Yin stormed out of the car, turning back to yell, "Scumbag!"

Three minutes later, a dejected Song Yang walked into Huangshan Hall. Wang Zhengqiang had already rushed over from the Innovation Park. He looked Song Yang up and down before asking, "Brother Yang, heartbroken?"