A Billion Employees Later, I Became a God Chapter 10 Caught Red-Handed

Teasing her right under her father's nose—good thing I wasn't caught.

Chen Yansen pedaled like his life depended on it, laughter spilling out as the wind slapped against his face.

Youth was dangerous. And intoxicating.

Humming to himself, he swerved into an internet café, slapped twenty yuan onto the counter, and claid a seat by the window.

The screen lit up.

Sample received. Appearance and quality et expectations. Cost-performance ratio still slightly high. Can the unit price be adjusted further?Initial purchase will be 20% of total order. Subsequent quantities depend on market feedback, after-sales service, and free gifts.Headphones must be standard freebies. Otherwise, deal's off.Also need posters, banners, and promotional materials.

His fingers flew across the keyboard as he negotiated with three suppliers simultaneously, tone firm, demands precise.

The quantity didn't matter.

What mattered was attitude.

Sales reps lived off commissions. As long as the first order looked promising, they would fight their own bosses to secure the deal.

Thirty minutes later, one window blinked.

Deal confird.

A factory from Yangcheng Electronics Port—brand na imo.

imo MP32GB moryFree data cable wired headphones storage pouchWholesale: 22 yuan

imo MP44GB moryFree data cable Bluetooth headphones storage pouchWholesale: 116 yuan

–113,600 yuan

The number flashed on his bank app.

Chen Yansen smiled.

He had never doubted his ability to make money.The so-called "first pot of gold" was nothing more than a warm-up.

After a mont's thought, he called Wang Zihao.

"My old house works perfectly as a warehouse," Wang Zihao said without hesitation. "No one goes there."

It had belonged to his grandparents. After his grandmother passed away, his grandfather moved in with Wang Zihao's family. The place had been locked for years.

Perfect.

"Good. Stay ho and wait for my call. And don't ss up your driving test next Thursday."

"Relax. Haven't stepped into an internet café for two days."

"Good."

Chen Yansen hung up, logged off, and rode ho unhurriedly.

Four days passed in a blink.

A sharp ringtone dragged him out of sleep.

"Mr. Chen, this is Bond Logistics. Your shipnt has arrived. Where should we unload?"

Chen Yansen sat bolt upright.

"Wait. I'll send the address now."

He texted Wang Zihao's old house.

"About twenty minutes away," the deliveryman confird.

"Got it."

Three minutes later, he was washed, dressed, and out the door.

The bicycle flew westward.

"Mouse! The goods are here!"

"Holy crap—I'm coming now!"

Wang Zihao had barely slept these past few nights.Excitent battled anxiety.

Hundreds of thousands of yuan.Two eighteen-year-olds.

This had to work.

When he arrived, the truck was already parked outside the narrow alley. Chen Yansen and a Bond Logistics worker were hauling boxes nonstop.

"Brother Sen!"

"Perfect timing. Grab a box."

They worked hard—sweat pouring, arms aching.

Four pallets.Over 2,600 units, plus accessories.

Half an hour later, everything was stacked neatly in the yard.

"If I'd known the truck couldn't get in," the deliveryman gasped, "I wouldn't have volunteered."

Chen Yansen laughed and tossed him a hundred-yuan bill.

"Haozi, grab water and ice cream."

The deliveryman froze.

"This… this is too much."

"Take it," Chen Yansen said lightly. "Otherwise I'll give you a bad review."

The man laughed helplessly and accepted.

Kid's young… but sharp, he thought.

Wang Zihao watched silently, understanding dawning in his eyes.

Money wasn't just about numbers.It was about how you treated people.

As Wang Zihao ran off to the shop, Chen Yansen leaned against the stacked boxes, breathing heavily.

Footsteps approached.

He assud it was Wang Zihao—

"Chen Yansen."

A familiar voice.

Bright. Playful.

"I caught you red-handed. Hehe."

Chen Yansen stiffened.

Then slowly turned his head.