Chapter 561: The Second Way to Obtain the Humanitarian Flame! The Third Base in the World!
The sky was dark and a cold crescent moon hung high in the sky.
The sound of firecrackers "bang bang bang" was continuous. Before five o'clock, some people lit the eternal lamps, sat in a circle with their families, and picked up their chopsticks.
The New Year’s Eve dinner in Hui’an starts at different times, some at noon, some in the evening, while in Chunshen it is basically in the evening.
In the Wang family's courtyard, Wang Zihao held a stick of incense, lit a string of firecrackers, and then ran into the house.
Immediately afterwards, crackling sounds were heard continuously.
"Lao Wang, sister-in-law, I want to toast you two. Thank you for your hard work."
Chen Guobin said with a smile, holding a wine glass.
A rough count of the dishes on the table in front of me revealed that there were nearly twenty of them, all the result of Wen Shumei's busy day.
"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wen, I wish you a happy new year and great luck."
Chen Yansen raised his glass and spoke out his blessings.
Wang Zihao chuckled and raised his glass.
Wang Ziyan secretly glanced at Chen Yansen and couldn't help muttering in her heart: He has a pretty face, but a very bad heart. He is completely different from when he was a child.
While Chen Yansen was eating, the Kuaipao canteens located in East China, Central China and North China were still open.
The street at No. 690 Bibo Road was sparsely populated, and not a single car passed by for half a day.
Occasionally, there are a few Kuaipao riders still rushing on the road.
Li Annan sat in front of the window, holding the hand cream given by a colleague in his hand, with a smile on his lips.
Despite 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 16 years.
"Annan, come quickly, it's time for dinner!"
When Li Annan heard this, she turned her head and looked back. She saw Sister Li Xinyu, who had given her hand cream and helped her find a house, holding a plate of hot beef hot pot and calling out to her with a bright smile.
She had never imagined such a scene even in her dreams.
"Sister Xinyu, let me help you."
Li Annan felt warm in his heart and hurried forward to place the hot pot stand in the middle.
At this time, Chef Zhang Zihao came out with a pot of pickled fish, smiling.
He is only nineteen years old this year. After graduating from junior high school, he went to a cooking school. With his solid cooking skills, he was hired by the Kuaipao canteen.
"It's time for dinner! After 8 o'clock, my colleagues at Kuaipao will definitely be hungry. We need to eat quickly because we have to prepare the meal later."
The cafeteria manager Ge Yuhang shouted loudly.
This Kuaipao canteen usually has more than 20 employees, but now there are only about 10 of them. The rest have gone back to their hometown to celebrate the New Year.
The manager, chef, cleaner, waiter, and cashier all had different expressions on their faces. After they sat down one after another, no one picked up their chopsticks.
"Why are you all standing there? Hold up your cups and wish everyone a happy new year, and may your days be more prosperous!"
Ge Yuhang understood what they were thinking and grinned deliberately to liven up the atmosphere.
"Hey, I've been working for more than ten years, and this is the first time I haven't been back to my hometown. I wonder if my parents have enough to eat."
A young cashier said with red eyes.
Logically speaking, Chen Yansen would feel a little resentful for not giving them a holiday, but in reality, they didn't.
The boss pays a lot of overtime pay and subsidies.
What's more, Kuapao's rider colleagues are still busy delivering drinks, fresh food, fruits, vegetables, meat and eggs to customers on this New Year's Eve.
If they all went home, I'm afraid most of the riders wouldn't even have a hot meal.
"Manager Ge, I want to toast to the boss. I've been working as a waiter in Shanghai for seven or eight years, and this is the first time I've met a good person like Boss Chen.
They pay for my six insurances and one housing fund, as well as housing, transportation, and meal allowances. They give me red envelopes of at least 500 yuan during festivals and holidays, and four quarterly bonuses every year. In all my decades of life, no one has ever treated me so well.
Aunt Liu, who was in charge of serving meals, became choked up as she spoke.
She has two sons, both in her hometown, but every family has its own problems, and her daughter-in-law thinks she is a freeloader.
She didn't want to suffer that kind of humiliation, so she went to Shanghai to work. Although she was already in her early fifties, she still worked outside every year.
"Manager, I want to toast the boss too."
Li Annan's eyes were red, and he raised his head and said.
She once thought, if she hadn't met her boss, how would she have survived this winter?
Finally, countless scenarios flashed through my mind, either under a bridge or curled up in the small room of an ATM machine.
"Then let's toast to the boss together!"
Seeing that everyone was in a bad mood, Ge Yuhang quickly took out his mobile phone, pulled out a photo of Chen Yansen, and placed it on a corner of the table.
"Manager, it's a bit weird." Li Xinyu said with a smile, covering her mouth.
"Uh, we don't even have a chance to video chat with the boss! Come on, raise your glasses and wish our CEO Chen great wealth and prosperity."
Ge Yuhang reacted immediately and laughed.
"Give birth to ten more fat boys." Aunt Liu said with a smile in her eyes.
"cheers!"
Everyone shouted.
Li Xinyu took out her cell phone, took a group photo, and then sent it to the project group.
She didn't dare tag Chen Yansen directly, but simply added: "Happy New Year, boss, and all the best."
In the photo, Chen Yansen's upper body lies quietly in the mobile phone.
Other staff members of Kuaipao Canteen followed suit, taking group photos and posting them in the company’s group.
There are more than 1,000 Kuaipao canteens across the country. If each one sends a photo, that would be more than 1,000 photos.
The project team was instantly flooded with group photos!
A white mist rushed towards Chunshen from all directions.
The other side.
Chen Yansen, who was eating, immediately noticed something unusual, and the increasing reminder of the flame of humanity kept passing by his eyes.
"Has January's salary, bonuses, and subsidies arrived? Where did all this humanitarian support come from?"
Chen Yansen thought to himself.
In just a few minutes, tens of thousands of strands had grown.
It's not a large number, but it's unusual.
He took out his cell phone and looked through each project group one by one, but no one sent red envelopes in the name of the company.
Huh?
This is?
Chen Yansen clicked on the project group of "Kuaipao Canteen" and immediately found a densely packed group photo.
Each one represents a Kuaipao canteen!
In every group photo, there is a photo of yourself.
"There's actually a second way to obtain the Flame of Humanity!"
Chen Yansen was shocked, but he quickly figured out the logic.
He smiled and replied in the group: "Who took the lead?"
When the employees of Kuaipao Canteen saw the boss showing up, they were happy at first, but then they shrank their heads, thinking that the boss was going to hold them accountable.
"@陈妍森Mr. Chen, everyone wanted to toast you, so I came up with a bad idea."
After seeing the news, Ge Yuhang knew he couldn't escape it, so he simply admitted it openly.
“@Everyone, I’ll toast to everyone too!”
Chen Yansen took a photo of himself holding a wine glass and sent it to the group.
Below the photo is a red envelope reminder.
Li Annan poked with his hand, and a big red envelope of '688' yuan popped out.
"Sister Xinyu, what a big red envelope!"
Li Annan was shocked.
"Wow! Mine is 888 yuan!"
"I only have 388 yuan. I'm so unlucky!"
"Hurry up! The boss sent out a new one!"
The employees of the Kuaipao Canteen Zhangjiang Electronic Port store forgot to eat for a moment and all lowered their heads to grab red envelopes.
Chen Yansen sent out three red envelopes at once. Those with bad luck could get at least one thousand, while those with good luck could get at most three thousand.
He gave out 50 million red envelopes in just one project group.
After hearing about this, colleagues at Yunsu Express Station and Kuapao outlets immediately followed suit and sent group photos to the company’s group.
Everyone was grinning and holding a cell phone in their hands, with Chen Yansen's photo on the screen.
"These guys clearly want red envelopes."
Chen Yansen smiled lightly, looking at the humanitarian fire that was constantly rising on the panel. He was not so stingy and sent out several big red envelopes, and immediately received all kinds of compliments.
at the same time.
The host of the CCTV Spring Festival Gala read out the password for the first Orange Pay red envelope, and hundreds of millions of viewers watching in front of their TVs quickly 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, most of which were the main products of the sponsoring brands, such as milk, gold lucky beads, liquor, small appliances, mobile phones, etc.
With the help of the Spring Festival Gala stage, Orange Pay added more than 40 million registered users in just half an hour.
There’s no need to guess, everyone is here for the cash and prizes!
"The number of registered users of Orange Pay has exceeded 500 million!"
Zhang Yinjia suddenly announced in the project group.
After two years and three months, Orange Pay finally broke through the 500 million mark and firmly established its foothold in the field of electronic payment.
It may not be able to compete with WeChat Pay in terms of daily active users, but in terms of capital scale, Orange Pay is definitely far ahead.
After all, Yu'ebao's fund pool is almost reaching 800 billion, second only to SPDR S&P 500 and Pacific Total Return Fund, and is the third largest in the world.
The capital scale of Penguin Zero Money is less than 100 billion, and Ali’s Yu’ebao has just reached 140 billion.
It can't be compared with the scale of Orange Pay at all!
This is also the reason why major brands are willing to sponsor "Collect Five Blessings" and "Spring Festival Gala Red Packets". In their view, Orange Pay has the largest number of high-net-worth, high-quality users in China.
"Sponsoring the Spring Festival Gala and letting hundreds of millions of people grab red envelopes?"
When Ma Liyun learned about Chen Yansen's actions, his face darkened and he cursed him inwardly as "idiot".
Zhifubao is always one step behind others in marketing. It can’t think of any activities that others can think of.
This year, Zhifubao also launched a card collection activity, which attracted many new users to the platform, but in terms of effect, it is far inferior to Orange Pay.
Ma Wenteng, who was far away in Shenzhen, narrowed his eyes and suddenly became interested. He planned to move this marketing plan to WeChat Pay intact.
"He plays the red envelope game with passwords, and I play the shake game."
Xiao Ma Ge muttered to himself.
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At eight o'clock in the evening, Chen Yansen looked at the drunk Chen Guobin and shook his head helplessly.
The dish doesn’t know itself!
If the requirement is only two liang, you must drink four liang.
"Uncle Wang, Aunt Wen, I'll take Old Chen home first."
Chen Yansen supported Chen Guobin and stood up to say goodbye.
"Brother Sen, Teacher Zhang has booked a large private room at the same song, and there are about twenty old classmates..."
Wang Zihao asked.
"I won't go."
Chen Yansen waved his hand and refused decisively.
After going out, Huang Boxiang saw his boss and hurriedly got out of the car to help Chen Guobin into the back seat.
"Huizhen, Huizhen..."
As soon as the car started, Lao Chen started talking nonsense.
Chen Yansen sighed slightly and signaled Lao Huang to drive.
With a buzzing sound, the cell phone in my pocket vibrated.
He picked it up and saw that it was a message from Wang Ziyan. He thought about it and didn't reply.
Before he let go, Song Yuncheng also sent a message: "Master, can I come to you?"
"Bring the clothes I bought you last time."
Chen Yansen agreed readily.
(End of this chapter)
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