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

The fire safety rectification notice was removed the next day.

The district fire brigade didn't even make a phone call; they just sent someone to take away the notice that had been posted at the front desk, and added a note saying "Fire protection facilities have passed inspection."

Kui Zi stood at the entrance of the flagship store watching the fire truck drive away, then turned to Lin Feng and said, "Having connections in high places makes things easier." Lin Feng didn't reply, but simply told him to keep a close eye on the final preparations before the opening.

We still need to think of a way. We can't always rely on Ye Qinghan. We also need to find opportunities to trip up the other party.

On August 20th, seven Dragon Scale Billiards Clubs opened simultaneously.

Raymond Lam made the opening ceremony simple but lively. There were two rows of flower baskets at the entrance, firecrackers were set off for half an hour, and a red banner with yellow characters was hung up: "Grand opening, free billiards in the first week, 50% off foot bath".

This pricing strategy was something he and Sister Hong had discussed: first, they would increase customer traffic after opening, and then gradually restore normal prices once customers got used to playing ball here.

The results were even better than he had expected.

University students haven't officially started school yet, but those who returned early to prepare for postgraduate entrance exams, club leaders, freshmen who came to familiarize themselves with the campus, and their parents have already filled up most of the commercial streets around the school.

On the first day of the billiard hall's opening, all ten billiard tables at the Hohai University flagship store were occupied from 2 p.m. onwards, with customers queuing outside sitting on sofas and drinking the complimentary lemonade.

Several female assistant coaches dressed in black polo shirts moved among the pool tables, each one dressed flamboyantly, exposing their thighs and cleavage, which attracted quite a few old perverts.

She sets up the ball, keeps score, and teaches beginners how to hold the club. Her movements aren't particularly professional, but her attitude is good, and she has a sweet smile. Customers rarely complain.

The foot massage area on the second floor is even more popular.

With the 50% opening discount and the excellent skills of the female technicians who transferred from Bai Jinhai, all the dozen or so private rooms were fully booked from the afternoon onwards, and the front desk reservation book was booked until 11 p.m.

When Kui Zi was inspecting the store at night, he took a picture of the line of customers waiting to be called at the front desk and posted it in the group chat. Biao Ge replied in the group chat, "Damn, it's more lively than a KTV."

Lin Feng calculated the revenue for the first three days after opening. The combined daily turnover of the seven stores exceeded 20,000 yuan, with the foot massage on the second floor contributing two-thirds and the billiards area on the first floor contributing one-third.

The profit margin was higher than he had previously estimated, mainly because the labor cost of foot massage is low, the technicians' wages are based on a base salary plus commission, the average order value is high, and the profit margin is large.

He sent a message to Sister Hong, saying that if things continued this way, the renovation costs could be recovered within three months.

Hongjie replied with "Got it," followed by a thumbs-up emoji, which was a rare compliment for her.

On a Saturday morning a week after the business opened, he received a message from Shen Qianqian with only four words: "I'm back."

The photo that followed was of her standing at the exit of Hehai East Station, wearing a light blue short-sleeved T-shirt and a white pleated skirt, her hair tied in a high ponytail, a smile on her baby face, with the station's glass curtain wall and the crowds of people coming and going in the background.

Grandpa's condition has stabilized somewhat, and after spending most of the summer vacation in Qingyuan, she has finally returned.

Looking at her crescent-shaped eyes in the photo, Lin Feng typed a message on the screen and sent it: "I'll take you hiking tomorrow."

Shen Qianqian replied instantly with three words followed by a string of exclamation marks—"Really!!!", and then sent a cat rolling around emoji.

She had mentioned wanting to go hiking several times when she was at her maternal grandfather's house, and Raymond Lam had promised her that; now it was time to keep his promise.

He got up at six o'clock the next morning.

I checked the contents of my backpack: two bottles of mineral water, a bag of bread, a few sausages, a small bottle of sunscreen, a spare sun hat, and a power bank.

When I arrived at the entrance of the residential area, Shen Qianqian was already there. She was wearing a white round-neck short-sleeved T-shirt with a cartoon cat pattern printed on the chest, which seemed to have become even larger.

She wore light blue denim shorts that ended just above mid-thigh, revealing a pair of long, gleaming white legs. On her feet were white canvas shoes with the laces tied in a bow.

Her hair was tied in a high ponytail, and she wore no makeup except for a layer of transparent sunscreen. Her lips were a natural light pink. She carried a small light blue backpack with a white cat keychain she had won from a claw machine hanging from it.

Seeing Raymond Lam walk out of the building, she tiptoed and jumped on the spot, waving at him, "Over here, over here."

Lin Feng walked up to her, looked her up and down, and said, "Aren't you afraid of getting a tan while hiking dressed like that?"

Shen Qianqian pushed her sunglasses up to her head, revealing her brown eyes, and said that she had brought sunscreen and that she was climbing Qingshan Mountain, not Mount Everest.

Qingshan is a low mountain on the outskirts of Hehai City, with an altitude of less than 800 meters. The mountain has a gentle slope and well-maintained stone-paved trails. There is a viewing platform and a campsite at the top of the mountain. It takes about half an hour to drive there and is a popular weekend getaway for locals. It takes about an hour to climb up.

Lin Feng rented a car nearby and drove to the parking lot at the foot of Qingshan Mountain. Then the two of them started climbing up the stone path.

The scenery of Qingshan is hardly considered a famous scenic spot by the locals—there is a small waterfall on the mountainside with a water flow as thin as a tap.

Several ancient pine trees, said to be several hundred years old, stand by the roadside, surrounded by an iron fence with a sign that reads "Climbing is strictly prohibited." Further up the path, there is a small pavilion with the words "So-and-so was here" carved all over the stone table inside.

But Shen Qianqian obviously didn't think there was anything wrong with these things; she would stop and take pictures at every "scenic spot".

When she was taking pictures of the waterfall, she squatted by the pool and splashed a handful of water toward the camera. After taking the pictures, she looked at them and found that she had blurred Raymond Lam's face, which made her laugh so hard she almost fell over.

When photographing the ancient pine tree, she had Raymond Lam stand under the tree and look up at the canopy, saying that she wouldn't photograph his face but only the artistic conception. After taking the picture, she looked at the screen and nodded in satisfaction, saying that this picture could be used as wallpaper.

While resting in the pavilion, she took out the bottle of sunscreen from her bag, squeezed some into her palm, rubbed it in her hand, and then turned to Lin Feng and said, "Lower your head a little."

Lin Feng bent down, and she applied sunscreen to his face, drawing circles on his forehead and bridge of his nose with her fingers, her movements very light and careful, not even missing his earlobes.