Stronger by Paying Salaries and I Have 1 Billion Employees

Chapter 128: Chapter 120: Divine Dao Fire, Double the Limit Physique

He had 236 wisps of Human Dao Fire left. As Chen Yansen focused his mind, he was surprised to discover a new ”Synthesize” button.

wisps of Human Dao Fire could be smelted into one wisp of Divine Dao Fire.

Fuck!

What a fucking pay-to-win system!

Chen Yansen cursed out loud in anger. He’d figured out why his Spirit stat hadn’t changed after hitting 10. So it turned out he had to feed it higher-tier materials.

After a moment of thought, he didn’t synthesize the Divine Dao Fire. Instead, he added the fire to his Physique.

A wisp of white mist, as thick as two fingers, materialized out of thin air and shot into the space between his eyebrows. It was that familiar feeling again: a bone-chilling cold spreading from within, scouring his very flesh and bone.

His heart pounded violently, like a booming bronze bell.

Three minutes later, Chen Yansen slowly opened his eyes, let out a long breath, and stretched his arms and legs.

His Physique had increased from 4.11 to 6.47, more than double the peak human level.

A profound sense of power filled his entire body. Perhaps because he had also increased his Spirit, he was able to quickly control this sudden surge of strength. He didn’t experience any of the usual clichés, like accidentally crushing a glass or breaking the floorboards.

After checking his height and weight, Chen Yansen’s brow furrowed slightly. He’d originally weighed 192 pounds, but now he was up to 207.

He had gained fifteen pounds out of thin air!

In terms of his build, there was no obvious change, but the density of his muscles and bones had increased.

Chen Yansen placed a hand over his kidneys and muttered, ”I made you suffer in my last life. In this one, I’ll make sure you feast on seafood every meal.”

He threw on a short-sleeved shirt, casual pants, and white sneakers, then headed out.

The May Day holiday was tomorrow, but he had no plans to go back to his hometown.

He’d wanted to take Meng Jie on a trip to Southeast Asia, but Meng Zhen Country had insisted she go back to Chunshen. His intentions couldn’t be more obvious: he was worried Chen Yansen wouldn’t play fair and would secretly steal his precious little cabbage.

Too bad Chen Yansen had already conquered Meng Jie.

Chen Yansen drove to the intersection of Xue Lin Road and Xuehai Road, where Meng Jie was waiting with her suitcase.

”Get in.”

Chen Yansen said, rolling down the car window.

Meng Jie put her luggage in the trunk, then slipped into the passenger seat and said indignantly, ”It’s all my dad’s fault! He insisted that because I’m good at math, I have to go tutor my second uncle’s son. It’s so unfair!”

”Uncle Meng is probably afraid I’d use the trip as an excuse to devour a certain little lamb, leaving nothing behind.”

Chen Yansen drove toward the city’s bus station, teasing her with a smile.

Meng Jie’s pretty face flushed, and she shot him a sharp glare. Of course, she had her own suspicions, but it was something neither father nor daughter could bring up directly. Everyone was just playing dumb.

Chen Yansen didn’t mind. After all, if he finished Meal A, there was always Meal B. He had just sworn that very morning that he would never let himself go hungry.

Halfway there, it suddenly started to rain heavily.

”♪ The weather outside the window is just like your fickle expressions... ♪”

”♪ It’s raining, the rain is crying with me, I can’t see clearly, and I don’t want to... ♪”

Meng Jie kicked off her sandals, her bare feet propped up, as she hummed a song that fit the mood.

Outside, the rain grew heavier and heavier, a dense sheet that reduced visibility to just seven or eight meters.

For safety, Chen Yansen stopped at an intersection and turned onto a small side road.

”The rain’s too heavy. Let’s rest for a few minutes and wait for it to let up.”

Chen Yansen explained.

Meng Jie agreed. She wasn’t in a hurry; buses left the station every 30 minutes until five in the afternoon, so there was no fear of missing one.

She took a pack of QQ Gummy Candies from her bag, and the two of them held up their phones, watching a show while waiting for the rain to stop.

It was a Taiwanese idol drama, completely devoid of logic or reason.

After forcing himself to watch for a few minutes, Chen Yansen turned his attention to Meng Jie.

Today, she was wearing a halter top with a short chiffon blouse over it, her fair arms faintly visible.

The two were sitting extremely close, and the faint scent of gardenias drifted into Chen Yansen’s nose.

”CLICK—!”

Meng Jie, who had been engrossed in the show, suddenly put down her phone. ”Stop it,” she said to Chen Yansen. ”I’m watching the show. What if someone sees? It would be so embarrassing!”

”Don’t worry, I have privacy film on the windows. You can’t see inside from the outside at all.”

Chen Yansen explained.

This privacy film would definitely be illegal in a few years, earning you a fine and points on your license, but back in 2011, nobody cared about that sort of thing.

”What movie did you learn this from?” Meng Jie asked, her cheeks flushing as she hugged Chen Yansen.

”I’m a genius, I don’t need to learn this stuff. Pay me no mind, you go on and watch your show.”

Chen Yansen said.

”With you... doing this, how can I possibly focus on the show?” Meng Jie said, holding her phone. Despite her words, her hand obediently pressed the play button.

Onscreen, the male and female leads were arguing gently with thick Taiwanese accents.

Outside, the rain poured down. The BMW 750 was parked on a small side road, surrounded by a vast, endless field of wheat that was green with a hint of gold, nearly ready for harvest.

The car rocked in the downpour, as raindrops pattered into a nearby creek.

An unknown amount of time passed before the rain slowly began to subside, and the road ahead gradually became clear.

Chen Yansen pulled up his pants and adjusted his seat back to its original position.

Meng Jie’s face was slightly flushed, the tips of her ears also a delicate pink. She stared straight at Chen Yansen, her eyes filled with adoration.

”Let’s go.”

Chen Yansen said with a smile after eating his fill, ruffling Meng Jie’s hair.

”When I get back, I’ll bring you beef soup and fried dough sticks wrapped in tofu skin,” Meng Jie said softly, giggling as she tugged on Chen Yansen’s sleeve.

Chen Yansen nodded slightly, started the car, and continued toward the bus station.

Ten-odd minutes later, they got out. Chen Yansen, holding an umbrella, saw Meng Jie onto the bus.

Back in the car, just as he was about to head back to the university, he got a call from Zhao Maolin, inviting him and Wang Zihao out for seafood at the Star of the Milky Way.

The implication was that his promotion had come through, and he needed to thank the two of them properly.

Without FoxTao’s help, Zhao Maolin’s promotion might have still happened, but it wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.

Chen Yansen thought about it for a moment but still refused Zhao Maolin’s invitation.

It wasn’t a mandatory business meeting, and he didn’t dare touch the girls at those business KTVs. Although industry practice dictated monthly health checks, what if he ran into some kind of biohazard broodmother? He had no idea if his 6.47 Physique could withstand that.

Zhao Maolin tried to persuade him a few more times, but seeing Chen Yansen’s firm refusal, he laughed and said, ”Well, you’re at the university anyway. I’ll be visiting Xuyuan tomorrow. We can at least have a meal, right? You have to give me a chance to thank you, don’t you?”

Since he’d put it that way, Chen Yansen naturally agreed with a smile.

Zhao Maolin was being transferred at the end of the year, and his successor was someone he had personally trained.

Zhao Maolin specifically added that as long as Chen Yansen was in Xucheng, the position of Xuyuan’s campus general agent would remain his.

Chen Yansen didn’t refuse. At this point, even though he looked down on the meager profits from selling phone cards, he could find someone to take over, take a small commission, and still earn a few dozen wisps of Human Dao Fire.

It wasn’t much, but every little bit counts. He wasn’t one to turn his nose up at it.

After finishing his call with Zhao Maolin, Chen Yansen started driving back.

He got back to the university at exactly 11:50 and went to the cafeteria alone for lunch.

His two lunch buddies were gone; one had returned to his hometown in Chunshen, and the other had gone back to his in Qilu.

Because of the holiday, the cafeteria was deserted. A few of the aunties who served the food had nothing to do and were gathered together, chatting idly.

Normally, more than a dozen service windows would be open, but today there were only four.

As soon as Chen Yansen walked in, he saw Song Yuncheng hunched over a table, taking small bites of rice. A single grain of rice was stuck to the corner of her mouth, but she seemed completely unaware.