The Secret of the Yoga Club: The Women's Identity is Not Simple

That evening, Lin Feng returned to Bai Jinhai and explained in detail the results of his research and his ideas from the day in Sister Hong's office.

A map of Hehai City was spread out on the floor, with seven or eight locations circled in red. Next to each location were the flow of people, the number of nearby schools, and the level of competition.

While other competitors are hiding and avoiding trouble, quickly secure these locations. By the time the storm passes and the store is open, you'll have a first-mover advantage.

After listening to his report from the sofa, Sister Hong only asked one question—how much will it cost in total?

Lin Feng calculated that the rent, deposit, and renovation costs for the seven venues would conservatively amount to around five million.

Sister Hong nodded and said the money would be in the company account tomorrow, and that he should go ahead and do it.

Over the next two days, Lin Feng and Kui Zi signed contracts for seven venues, all in the best locations near universities. Some were formerly milk tea shops, and others were formerly internet cafes. The owners were eager to sell because their businesses were not doing well or because they were implicated in crackdowns on organized crime and prostitution, so the prices were very low.

Then, three more renovation companies were hired to work on the projects simultaneously. Lin Feng personally oversaw the renovation plans, ensuring a unified style across all stores.

The billiards area on the first floor should have bright but not glaring lighting, and the best billiard tables should be purchased, along with a dedicated bar and a no-smoking area; the massage area on the second floor should have private rooms with showers, and the decor should be in line with the standards of a business club.

The renovation company said his requirements were too high and the time was too tight, so Lin Feng directly increased the overtime pay by 30% and asked them to work in shifts overnight. The other party immediately guaranteed that the entire project would be completed within 20 days.

Lin Feng spent nearly five million in just a few days, but he wasn't worried at all.

He knew the money was well spent; once these seven stores opened simultaneously, Longlin Group's legitimate businesses would be firmly established.

Hongjie had the same idea. After signing all the contracts, she poured Lin Feng a glass of red wine and said that her father used to teach her that doing business required foresight, and only now was she truly beginning to understand that.

After finishing this business, Lin Feng made an appointment with Shen Qianqian to visit her maternal grandfather in Qingyuan.

Before setting off, Sister Hong asked Kuizi to fill the trunk to the brim.

Two boxes of premium Tieguanyin tea, a set of Yixing clay teaware, a box of imported fruit, and several boxes of traditional brand pastries. Sister Hong said that when meeting elders, the gifts shouldn't be too vulgar or too flashy; you only have a chance if the elders like them.

Looking at the trunk crammed full of things, Lin Feng thought to himself that although Sister Hong was cold-hearted, she was more meticulous and thoughtful than anyone else when it came to doing things.

Shen Qianqian's maternal grandfather's house is located in a quiet alley in the old city of Qingyuan. There is an old locust tree in front of the door, and the trunk is so thick that one person cannot wrap their arms around it.

The yard wasn't big; there was a small vegetable patch against the wall, with tomatoes and cucumbers hanging heavily on the trellis.

The old man sat in a wicker chair in the courtyard, a thin blanket covering his legs, while a radio next to him played the melodious sounds of Peking Opera.

His hair was completely white, and his face was covered in deep wrinkles, but his eyes were still very bright.

Shen Qianqian led Lin Feng to the old man and said, "Grandpa, this is Lin Feng." Lin Feng bowed slightly and placed the things he was carrying on the stone table beside him, saying, "Hello, Grandpa."

The old man looked him up and down several times, from head to toe and back again. Then he slowly nodded and said, "Hmm, not bad. You look more energetic than in the photo."

Shen Qianqian blushed instantly and whispered, "Grandpa, why do you say everything?"

The old man chuckled.

Lin Feng took out the tea set and tea leaves that Sister Hong had prepared. The old man opened the tea box, smelled it, and his eyes lit up. He said that this Tieguanyin was authentic and came from Anxi.

Then he looked at the set of purple clay teaware, picked it up and turned it over to look at the mark on the bottom, nodded and said it was an old craft and hard to find on the market.

Lin Feng said a friend in business helped him choose it, and the old man said that his friend knew what he was doing.

In the afternoon, the two played three games of chess in the courtyard. Lin Feng was not very good at chess and lost all three games to the old man, but he thought very carefully about each move and was not impatient when he lost. He simply put the pieces back down.

While playing chess, the old man casually asked him how many people were in his family, what his parents did for a living, and what he studied in college.

Lin Feng answered each question in detail, without exaggerating or concealing anything.

When the old man asked these questions, although his eyes were fixed on the chessboard, the corner of his mouth would twitch slightly each time he answered, as if he were judging or memorizing.

After the three games, his assessment was that the player was terrible at chess, but had a good temper. Chess can be improved with practice, but temper is something that can't be changed.

The words were spoken casually, but Lin Feng sensed their weight.

In the evening, Lin Feng helped his grandfather turn over the vegetable garden in the yard. He took off his coat and wore only a short-sleeved shirt. He took a hoe and loosened the soil under the tomato trellis.

After turning over the leaves, I watered the cucumber trellis as the old man had instructed.

The old man stood beside him, leaning on his cane, watching him work. He then said towards the kitchen, "Qianqian found this kid to be quite something."

That evening, Shen Qianqian dragged him to the alley entrance to buy popsicles. The alley was quiet, and the streetlights cast long shadows of the two of them onto the bluestone pavement.

Shen Qianqian held his hand, their fingers interlaced, just like they did at school.

I bought two popsicles and handed him one. The two of us, popsicles in our mouths, slowly walked back.

Moonlight filtered through the gaps in the locust tree leaves. As Shen Qianqian walked back to the courtyard gate, she suddenly stopped, stood on tiptoe, and kissed him.

The kiss was light and gentle, and my lips still tasted sweet like popsicles.

The next morning, when we said goodbye, the old man unusually saw us to the door.

Standing under the old locust tree, leaning on his cane, he told Lin Feng that he would come next time to play a whole day of chess with him.

Shen Qianqian's eyes reddened, but she held back her tears.

It was already evening when we got back to Hohai University.

Lin Feng took out his phone and sent a message to Sister Hong, saying that he had finished his work and would start monitoring the renovation progress tomorrow.

Hongjie replied.

I told him I understood and to get some rest.

Kui drove him to the entrance of the residential area and said that he had been really busy following him lately, but he felt at ease, much more at ease than when he was in the underworld.

Lin Feng thought for a moment and said that from now on we should all follow this path, do business honestly, and not be woken up by phone calls every few days at night.

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Dear godfathers, such a wonderful plot! The author needs to give some free gifts or something to keep them motivated.

Now that I'm on a tightrope, I must add it to my bookshelf and rate it to avoid it being blacklisted and unwatchable.