It's just that they have money.

Over the next few days, Fang Chen's life returned to a certain rhythm.

I go to the gym in the morning, handle chores or play games in the afternoon, and either cook dinner myself or invite Zhang Zhenghao out for a nice meal.

Calm, but not boring.

One morning, Fang Chen opened his eyes and heard the system's voice.

[Based on the detection that the host's lifestyle is gradually becoming more regular and physical and mental health indicators are continuously improving, a phased reward of 500 million yuan is hereby issued. Please check your account.]

After experiencing the system pay wages in advance, Fang Chen even felt that the system was a bit stingy this time.

[A new task is also issued: Establish the host's industrial foundation. This is an open-ended, long-term task with no specific direction. The host should choose the industrial direction independently based on their own judgment and begin construction. Task rewards will be distributed in installments according to the progress of industrial construction. The initial funding of 2000 million yuan has already been distributed; please check your account.]

"That's more like it." Fang Chen's lips curled up slightly.

The core of being rich is not money.

It is an industry.

Having money but no assets is just being a nouveau riche.

Having businesses and money makes you an entrepreneur.

It would be best if the word "People's" could be added before the name of the company.

He closed his eyes, and his mind began to race through all sorts of possibilities.

He has already invested in agriculture with Huang Zi'ang, and this path can be explored further.

Zhang Zhenghao has already arranged a meeting with Liu Wenhu for him, and he will have to go to Northeast China for a face-to-face discussion in a few days.

The medical field is still under research in Xuwen; if it proves feasible, it could be a good business opportunity.

There are also catering, cultural tourism, education, technology...

There are too many choices.

After getting up, Fang Chen immediately messaged Xu Wen: "Has the report been written yet?"

"I finished writing it and sent it to your email last night," Xu Wen replied quickly.

"But I suggest you read the abstract first. The full text is over forty pages and will take more than an hour to read."

Fang Chen read the report bit by bit while eating breakfast.

Key findings: The project is feasible, but the initial investment and resource integration costs are high.

Xu Wen provided detailed calculations in the report. Under a light-asset model, focusing on resource integration and service connections, without building its own hospitals or purchasing equipment, the initial capital required would be between 50 million and 100 million yuan, primarily for team building, system development, market promotion, and cross-border insurance connections.

This figure is consistent with the one Xuwen reported verbally last time.

In the risk warning section, Xuwen used bold text: The biggest risk is not funding, but resources. Medical resources are scarce; top hospitals have limited beds in their international departments, and without stable partnerships, even if you accept clients, you can't get them in. Secondly, there's the issue of talent. People who understand both medicine and cross-border business are extremely rare, the training period is long, and poaching them is costly.

Finally, here's Xu Wen's personal advice: I suggest starting with a minimum viable product, getting the entire process working for one disease, one source of customers, and one hospital before considering large-scale expansion.

Fang Chen put down his phone and thought for a moment.

Xu Wen's suggestion was very practical.

He can come up with 50 million now, but there's no need to throw it all in at once.

First, establish a connection with one disease, one source of patients, and one hospital.

Once it's done, copy it.

If it fails, the losses are manageable.

He made a phone call to Xuwen.

"I've finished reading the report," Fang Chen said.

"How is it?"

"Very well written." Fang Chen paused. "Which disease do you think we should work on first?"

Xu Wen was clearly prepared and answered quickly: "Tumors. The cost-effectiveness of tumor treatment in China is the most obvious advantage, and the technical level of the top tumor hospitals in China has reached the international standard."

"What about the hospital?"

"I suggest starting with high-end private medical check-up institutions like Ruici, as they have their own customer resources and a network of partner hospitals. Once that's established, then we can consider directly collaborating with the international departments of top-tier public hospitals."

Fang Chen thought for a moment: "Do you know anyone like that?"

"No," Xu Wen answered honestly.

"But you can find them through headhunters. The cross-border healthcare industry isn't very big; there are only a few dozen core talents. If you poach one, you'll have access to resources and channels."

"Take your time looking, no rush. Book three plane tickets to Fengtian later, Wednesday, to meet the client. I'll send you our ID numbers later—yours, mine, and Zhang Zhenghao's."

"OK."

Today is Monday, and there are still two days until I go to Fengtian on Wednesday.

The schedule for the next two days is simple, everything as usual, packing luggage in the evening.

Fang Chen pushed open the gym door, and there was a new face at the front desk.

The young girl who always greeted people warmly was gone, replaced by a man in his thirties, wearing ill-fitting work clothes, sitting behind the front desk scrolling through his phone.

Fang Chen swiped his card and went inside; the private coaching area was completely empty.

Luo Shanshan was already waiting. Today she was wearing a black sports vest and her hair was tied in a low ponytail. She looked much calmer than usual.

"Who's that guy at the front desk?" Fang Chen asked while warming up.

"The new receptionist," Luo Shanshan handed over an elastic band. "The previous receptionist left last week. She was two months behind on her salary and couldn't wait any longer."

Fang Chen took the elastic band without saying a word.

Luo Shanshan began to lead him in shoulder joint range of motion exercises, with movements that were slower and more careful than usual.

Fang Chen noticed that when she was demonstrating, her gaze would occasionally drift towards the equipment area.

There were only two members working out in the weight room: one was walking slowly on the treadmill, and the other was doing dumbbell curls in a corner. The entire gym was unusually quiet; there wasn't even any music playing.

"Is the sound system broken too?" Fang Chen asked.

"It's not broken, it's overdue on payments." Luo Shanshan gave a wry smile. "The music copyright fees for the store haven't been paid, so the copyright holder has stopped playing the music."

Fang Chen stopped what he was doing and looked at her.

Luo Shanshan met his gaze, hesitated for a moment, and then lowered her voice to say, "There's one more thing."

"What?"

"The manager talked to me last week." Her voice was even lower, barely audible to two people. "He said he could give me extra commission if I could recruit more students. I said, given the current situation at the store, how can I recruit people? He said that depends on my abilities."

Fang Chen frowned: "Is he forcing you?"

"It wasn't exactly forcing you," Luo Shanshan said, lowering her head and unconsciously twisting the elastic band with her fingers. "It was just...it made me feel like if I couldn't pull someone away, I might be the next one to leave."

Fang Chen looked at her and suddenly asked, "If there were a place with a higher base salary, stable trainees, and complete equipment, would you be willing to go?"

Luo Shanshan was taken aback: "There's such a place?"

"I mean, if," Fang Chen said.

Luo Shanshan stared at him for two seconds, then smiled: "Of course I'll go."

"Okay." Fang Chen nodded and started warming up again. "Then you just hold on for now, don't rush off."

Luo Shanshan opened her mouth as if to ask something, but in the end she only hummed in response and didn't ask any further questions.

After training, Fang Chen sat in the rest area for a while and sent Xu Wen a message: "Keep an eye out for any poorly managed gyms in Jiangcheng that are in good locations, or gyms that are considering selling."

Xu Wen quickly replied: "Boss, you want to open a gym?"

"Let's see, it's not certain."

Xu Wen couldn't help but warn, "I don't recommend getting involved in gym projects. Most gyms operate on a model that's not much different from a scam."

"Is that so?"

Fang Chen was somewhat surprised.

(The chapter number in the previous chapter was incorrect and has been corrected.)