Chapter 785 A memorial tablet in a shrine? 5 million in compensation? If you won't give it to me, I'll go get it myself!
The weather cleared up in the afternoon, and the sun's temperature rose noticeably, causing the thin layer of snowflakes on the ground to gradually melt.
Chen Yansen wiped his mouth and walked out of Wang Zihao's house.
The two strolled along Zhuangyuan Lane to Tongfei Gate, then climbed the cloud ladder and wandered aimlessly along the city wall.
"I heard from Ziyan that you've changed girlfriends again, and you're dating a younger guy?"
Chen Yansen chuckled and teased.
“He’s only four years younger than me, which I think is a good match! Anyway, he’s much better than my previous one. We dated for a year, and he didn’t even bother to ask me what kind of food I like.”
Wang Zihao curled his lip, the implication being clear: his ex-girlfriend had only ever treated him like a human ATM.
He wasn't stupid; naturally, he kicked it away immediately.
After all, Chen Yansen's training of him was not in vain.
Since their freshman year, the two of them had been going to karaoke bars every few days. What kind of pretty girls hadn't they seen?
I already demystified pretty girls a long time ago!
Given Wang Zihao's annual salary and net worth, no matter how beautiful a woman is, she cannot be kept if she cannot provide him with emotional value!
In fact, once a man has substantial financial resources, countless young women will actively pursue him.
"Tsk tsk, when you were in the first year of junior high, they were only in the third grade of elementary school, still just kids," Chen Yansen continued to tease.
“Brother Sen, when I was in the first year of junior high school, I was still a child too.”
Wang Zihao chuckled and retorted in a cheeky manner.
Seeing that Wang Zihao handled the situation with ease, Chen Yansen changed the subject and started talking about serious business: "The first batch of Orange Convenience Stores will open on February 25th. We'll tell Zhang Yinjia in advance to collaborate with Orange Pay and launch random discounts and free order promotions in East China."
Orange Convenience Stores have already established a presence in cities such as Luzhou, Nanjing, Shanghai, and Hangzhou. The first batch of 61 stores will cover the most central commercial areas in East China.
"Brother Sen, the net profit margin in the retail industry isn't high, and there's a whole bunch of messy stuff involved in connecting with consumers. Why do you insist on going into the supermarket business?"
Wang Zihao nodded, then asked curiously.
“I’ve already made enough money, but I’m only in my early twenties. I can’t just buy an island overseas to retire now, can I? I want to do something meaningful.”
Chen Yansen made up a reason on the spot.
In the previous life, Feiyu Technology also had many programmers and operations staff over the age of thirty-five.
It wasn't that he was kind-hearted, but rather that he felt these people were easier to manipulate, and after facing setbacks outside, they were often willing to accept lower salaries.
Besides, an e-commerce company that does live-streaming sales and live-streaming competitions doesn't have high requirements for employee skills; cheap and durable employees are fine.
The facts have proven that those former factory workers who lost their jobs, burdened with mortgages, car loans, and the responsibility of supporting their wives, children, and elderly parents, work even harder than young people.
However, job opportunities are limited, and while there's a guarantee of employment, there's no guarantee of employment for those below. In this situation, someone will always have to pay the price.
In response, General Manager Chen's approach was to only hire anchors around twenty years old, and for functional departments, only experienced people over thirty years old were accepted.
"My dad said that the sanitation workers at Binyang Gate on the east side have set up a memorial tablet for you in their home, and they have to burn incense for you every morning and evening!"
There are more than 10,000 people around Chun Shen, some working in factories, some in customer service centers, and the rest in Mixue Ice Cream and Lucky Coffee.
"Jobs that used to pay 2,000 yuan a month were highly sought after, but now they all start at 4,000 or 5,000 yuan."
Wang Zihao said with a smile.
A memorial tablet in a shrine for the living?
Chen Yansen chuckled to himself, thinking to himself: No wonder the humanitarian torch value on the panel has been increasing by thousands or tens of thousands of strands from time to time lately.
Seeing that he didn't speak, Wang Zihao asked again, "Are you coming to the class reunion tonight? Teacher Zhang and the eldest sister are both going."
"Forget it, what would I do with a bunch of people whose names I don't even know?"
Chen Yansen waved his hand in refusal.
Saying you can't remember names is just an excuse.
In his view, useless people and social interactions only waste his time.
Wang Zihao hummed in agreement and said nothing more.
Actually, he didn't really want to go. The class reunions in the past two years were still normal, but they've changed a lot in the last two years.
As soon as he and Mengjie entered the private room, the conversation revolved around them, either flattering them or begging them to help him find a job.
People are practically two different creatures on university campuses and in society.
The higher your aspirations were back then, the greater the disappointment you'll experience after graduation.
Finding a job that pays six or seven thousand a month is considered average; anything over ten thousand is exceptional.
It's not surprising that someone like him, who achieved financial freedom before even graduating from university, is treated like a star.
"We agreed on New Year's Eve, let's all come to my house to celebrate the New Year together," Wang Zihao instructed.
"I can't cook, so if I don't eat at your house, whose house can I go to?" Chen Yansen retorted.
“We can go to Big Sister’s house,” Wang Zihao grinned.
"That makes sense! Then I'll ignore Old Chen."
Chen Yansen thought for a moment and then said.
"Huh? I was just kidding!" Wang Zihao's smile vanished, and he asked in a daze.
“Me too,” Chen Yansen replied with a smile.
The two walked from Tongfei Gate to Binyang Gate, then turned back.
Wang Zihao descended the ladder and headed home.
Chen Yansen glanced at his watch, got into the car, and instructed Lao Huang, "Return to Luzhou."
“Yes, boss,” Huang Boxiang replied immediately.
It's only a little over an hour's drive between Chun Shen and Luzhou, so going back to see Master Ye would only take a little over two hours round trip.
at the same time.
An armed squad from Somalia crossed the border and approached Dire Dawa, Abyssinia.
This area is a transportation hub and industrial center in eastern Abyssinia, with a population of over 500,000 and home to textile, cement, and metal processing plants.
As the economic development driven by Leggei continues to deepen, many Chinese businessmen and European and American investors have gathered here to engage in the clothing, construction and hardware manufacturing industries.
Despite Kamal's extreme caution and the presence of some Somali people within Abyssinia, they were spotted by the patrol station immediately.
The reconnaissance drones in the sky are no joke!
Just by looking at Kamal and the others' clothing, one can tell that they are not Abyssinians.
The locals' clothing style has long been influenced by Chinese culture. The core reason is that Senlian Group has established a used clothing and shoe recycling company in China, which buys all used clothes and shoes for 80 cents per kilogram. After simple cleaning, ironing and packing, they are transported to Abyssinia and become best-selling items in the market.
Although the influx of foreign businesses has provided Abyssinians with a large number of job opportunities, it is still a drop in the ocean compared to their total population of 100 million.
Therefore, "second-hand new clothes" have great market potential in Abyssinia and even the whole of East Africa, and both sellers and buyers are very satisfied.
"Buzz buzz buzz—"
As they approached the outskirts of Dire Dawa, Kamal heard a short rustling sound.
He subconsciously looked up and saw three drones flying over.
Before he could react, the drone's loudspeaker blared a warning: "Please drop your weapons immediately!"
"Captain, this looks like a drone?" A subordinate released the safety and pointed the muzzle of his AK47 at the drone.
"Shoot it down!" Kamal immediately ordered upon realizing he had been discovered.
"Da da da—!" The subordinate's execution was extremely strong, and he immediately pulled the trigger.
But the drone dodged all the bullets with a single climb.
With a "whoosh," three black bombs landed on Kamal and the others' heads.
"Boom—!"
The explosion rang out in the deserted suburbs, sending dust and debris flying into the air.
Kamal felt a deafening roar in his ears and was thrown to the ground by the blast wave.
He struggled to lift his head and saw several of his subordinates lying in pools of blood, their equipment scattered around them, still emitting wisps of smoke.
The remaining men were pale-faced, their hands trembling as they gripped their guns.
Their arrogance vanished instantly, and they stared at the drone hovering in the sky, their eyes filled with fear.
No one expected that simply getting close to Dire Dawa would result in such a fierce counterattack.
"Retreat! Retreat quickly!" Kamal shouted hoarsely, clutching his bleeding arm.
He scrambled and stumbled toward the border, but the drone behind him did not pursue him.
After running several kilometers and confirming that the drone was not following, Kamal collapsed to the ground, panting heavily.
Looking at his teammates, now down to only half their original number, and then at the wound on his arm, he was filled with lingering fear and confusion: "When did Abyssinia develop such a powerful drone defense system?"
What he didn't know was that these drones did not belong to the Abyssinian Central Command, but were part of the low-altitude defense force deployed by the Wind Falcon Security.
The news quickly reached Addis Ababa. Upon learning of this, Leggi immediately contacted Somali President Hammoud through the Foreign Affairs Association to complain and demand a positive response and explanation, otherwise he would not rule out taking military action.
To be honest, Leggi was very scared.
But what he feared was not armed conflict, but the fact that Somalia lacked martial ethics and would treat him like "wheat on the plateau" to be harvested at will.
He knew very well that he had to maintain the toughest stance, otherwise trouble would only keep piling up.
Abyssinia's economic development must not be interrupted!
In Africa, strength has always been paramount.
Those who are honest and weak are more likely to become the ones who get bullied.
"5 million US dollars in compensation? Legge, are you out of your mind?"
Hammood sneered, snatched the phone from the head of the Foreign Affairs Association, and started hurling insults at Legge.
People like him, who came from a warlord background, had very little knowledge of foreign affairs etiquette.
"You won't give it to me? Then I'll go get it myself!"
Leggi's tone was extremely harsh.
Although Abyssinia's armed forces are only about the same size as Somalia's, and its overall level is still at the level of World War II, it can always make use of the drones of the Falcon Security Company.
They might not be able to kill Hammoud, but getting revenge would be a piece of cake.
The two couldn't agree on anything and hung up the phone after only a few words, grumbling and cursing.
After a moment's thought, Leggi publicly announced Somalia's banditry and sent a formal letter to the Global United Association, aiming to gain the upper hand in public opinion first.
In short, if Somalia does not compensate Abyssinia for its economic losses, he will take special action.
The news amused netizens in Europe and America.
In their view, the combined GDP of Somalia and Abyssinia is less than the net worth of their country's richest man.
As for the $5 million in compensation, it's more of a joke.
Before long, netizens forwarded the story back to China, and it quickly became a trending topic on Douyin, Kuaishou, Weibo, and Toutiao.
"Somalia has come ashore? He's given up being a pirate and become a bandit?"
Hammood: You want money, huh? I'll go pull off one first.
"It's true that Leggei wants to pay compensation, but hasn't he considered this question? If Somalia had money, would they need to go out and rob people?"
"Forget about fighting or anything, this is called starting a business!"
Netizens were discussing it heatedly in the comments section, and in their eyes, it was just two "noobs" pecking at each other.
The jokes on the Chinese internet are still going strong, with the trending topic "Somalian pirates turn into bandits" climbing to third place, and netizens having a blast making fun of the memes in the comments section.
Someone photoshopped a meme of Hammold robbing a convenience store with an AK-47, while others made jokes about how many AK-47s could be bought with 5 million US dollars.
However, to the surprise of netizens, after Hammoud explicitly refused to pay compensation, the western region of Somalia was hit by several shells that night.
The drone evaded radar detection and physical interception, dropping more than a dozen high-explosive bombs on the headquarters building of the Central Command.
Although it was late at night and no one was injured, the warning was very strong.
The next morning, Hammoud backed down and, cursing, pulled out 5 million US dollars.
He's afraid of dying!
He didn't care how many people died below, but Abyssinian drones were able to cross the air defense line and drop bombs into the Central Command.
This means that Leggi has the ability to kill himself!
The amount of money wasn't much, but it was extremely insulting.
But he dared not refuse, for who knew that Leggeji would make such a big fuss over such a trivial matter.
For a time, Leggeji's assertive style left a "not to be trifled with" impression on the African leaders.
This matter came quickly and went quickly.
On the same day the Global Federation received the compensation, it issued a brief statement, putting an end to this farce, and transferred the money to Abyssinia.
Western media attention has plummeted, as they now view the dispute between two “poor countries” as nothing more than children fighting, far less significant than the stock market fluctuations on Wall Street.
The next few days passed in the blink of an eye, and it was Lunar New Year's Eve.
At 8 PM, the winners of OrangePay's "Collect Five Blessings" activity were announced.
The prize pool increased by 200 million yuan, but the average prize per person remained at 100 yuan. Nearly 4 million people collected all five blessings, double the number from last year.
Many netizens complained that the prize money is always 100 yuan, and they have never been able to win the 4999 yuan prize or the 20-gram gold bar. They have been demanding that the prize money be increased and the number of winners be expanded.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, Chen Yansen glanced at his phone, smiled slightly, and thought to himself, "If the number of winners is really increased to 400 million, and each person gets one or two yuan, the opposition will definitely be even greater."
Therefore, he plans to increase the prize pool next year, but will never increase the average cash amount per person.
The car sped along the highway and soon arrived in Lujiang.
Chen Yansen got out of the car and walked straight toward a three-story villa not far away.
Compared to three years ago, the original bungalows have been demolished and replaced with a luxury villa.
With an annual salary of several million and holding hundreds of millions of shares in Pinduoduo, it's perfectly normal for Song Yuncheng to give some financial assistance to his aunt and uncle.
In the surrounding villages, Song Yuncheng's aunt's family has become a well-known "wealthy family".
My niece is the COO of a listed company and has been featured on the evening news. She is said to be worth tens of millions.
With a creak, the iron gate slowly opened.
Song Yuncheng, wearing a beige down jacket, jogged out to greet her.
"Master, would you like to come in and have a cup of hot tea?" Little Orange asked.
"Don't you even want to give me a glass of water?" Chen Yansen teased.
Old Huang, who was standing to the side, was busy taking out several gift boxes of cigarettes and alcohol from the trunk and following behind his boss.
(End of this chapter)
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