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

He walked to the performance evaluation chart posted on the wall and pointed to the numbers. "The calculation method for performance-based bonuses is clearly written here. It's published at the end of each month, so everyone can see how much they earned and how much others earned. If there's a problem, raise it on the spot, and the finance department will recalculate it in person. I've signed this into the company's policy; if I can't do it, I'll be fired."

He tapped his knuckles against the wall. "The second thing is about firing him. It wasn't because he talked back to me, nor because he was a senior employee. It was because he misused company vehicles and pocketed company profits. I show no mercy to anyone who does this, whether they're a long-time or new employee. Let me make this clear: if anyone does the same thing again, I will deal with them according to the rules, without any leniency."

He paused, glanced around at the people in front of him, and softened his tone. "As for stability—I know many of you in this convoy have followed He Rui for years; he's your elder brother. But does he treat you like brothers? How much of the money he takes for personal jobs with the company vehicles does he share with you? You've been with him for three years and are still living in your old houses. Look at this new plan; if you meet your performance targets, you'll earn a third more than before! Then you'll get bigger houses and new cars. Stability isn't about slacking off; stability is about giving your families a good life."

The lounge was quiet.

No one responded, but no one bowed their heads again. The young drivers' eyes were noticeably different.

Lin Feng sat back down in his chair, picked up the iced tea on the table, and took a sip. "There's one more thing. I personally delivered Hengda's shipment this morning. From now on, if anyone has to take leave at the last minute and can't deliver the goods, the first time will result in a deduction from their pay, and the second time will mean they're fired."

After he said that, the atmosphere in the lounge completely changed. Old Qian stood there stunned for several seconds before slowly sitting down on the sofa opposite Lin Feng.

He picked up the performance evaluation form on the coffee table and read it through again from beginning to end. After finishing, he put the paper down and looked up at Lin Feng.

"President Lin, I'll trust you this once."

He turned around and said to the drivers behind him, "Brothers, from now on we'll work for Boss Lin."

Someone in the crowd responded, then a second, then a third. Soon, a chorus of scattered agreement echoed through the lounge.

Lin Feng stood up and placed the cup of cold tea on the coffee table. He didn't say anything grand, but as he walked to the door, he turned back and said, "Starting tomorrow, follow the new schedule. If you have any problems, come to my office anytime."

When I stepped out of the lounge, the sun was already setting. Several rows of trucks were parked neatly in the parking lot, the four characters "Shuntong Logistics" on the truck beds gilded in the sunset.

Kui Zi followed behind him and said in a low voice, "Old Zhao called this afternoon and said he's feeling better and can go to work tomorrow."

"Tell him not to come," Lin Feng said. "I just heard that the kid played mahjong all night last night."

Kui Zi nodded, then asked, "That old Qian, he used to be quite close to He Rui, why is he acting so strangely today?"

Lin Feng stopped beside the truck and patted the metal of the cargo bed. "He's not quick to act. He's seen a more secure job than He Rui's. These people aren't that attached to He Rui; they're afraid of losing their jobs if they switch employers. As long as they see that their jobs are not only secure but can also hold more food, they'll be willing to follow you." He put his hand down in his pocket and walked towards the parking lot entrance.

When Lin Feng returned to Bai Jinhai that evening, Sister Hong was in her office reviewing the logistics company's financial statements for the month.

He closed the ledger, looked up at Lin Feng's work clothes covered in cement dust and his sunburnt face, and that smile appeared on his lips again.

"I heard you personally drove a delivery truck today? The second boss of Dragonscale Group, driving a truck. If word gets out, people will think we're all useless."

Lin Feng sat down on the sofa, leaned his head against the back of the sofa, and closed his eyes.

All the fatigue from the day surged up at this moment, my shoulders and arms ached as if they didn't belong to me. "What can I do if I don't open? Wait for customers to complain? Old Zhao and He Rui are cousins, they didn't leave on the same day, but they'll leave sooner or later. I'll go see them off myself, firstly to reassure the customers, and secondly to let the remaining people see—if the boss can set an example, they shouldn't complain about being tired."

Sister Hong put down the ledger, stood up, walked behind the sofa, and placed both hands on Lin Feng's shoulders.

Her fingers were cool, and her pressure was just right as she gently massaged his stiff trapezius muscles.

"You did the right thing." Her voice rarely carried a hint of warmth. "When I took over Baijinhai, no one respected me for the first six months. Kui Zi and Brother Biao were both old hands left by my father. They didn't say it, but they were also hesitant. Later, I went to talk to clients myself and supervised the purchase of alcohol myself, and they slowly began to accept me. These drivers are just like you, all from humble backgrounds. They only judge people by their competence."

As Lin Feng listened to Sister Hong's voice, he felt the soreness in his shoulder slowly dissipate under her massage.

With his eyes closed, he mentally reviewed the entire top-level layout. "Sister Hong, once things are stable at Shuntong, I want to revamp the other newly acquired companies as well. The old team members left behind all have some of the old bad habits. Some are slacking off, some are taking kickbacks; if we don't make changes, they'll drag down the entire Dragon Scale sooner or later."

"How do you want to move?"

"Dual management system of performance evaluation and supervision. Each company is equipped with an independent internal auditor who reports directly to the group. Anyone who takes kickbacks will be fired. High performers will receive higher year-end bonuses. Low performers, regardless of seniority, will be dismissed."

"Do as you say. Dragon Scale has grown bigger now, and we can't rely on personal relationships to manage it. We need to establish the necessary rules. I trust Kui Zi and A Biao's group to follow you. But things are different now. The company's business is becoming more and more serious, and you need more capable people." Sister Hong's fingers paused on his shoulder.

Lin Feng opened his eyes, turned his head to look at Sister Hong behind him who was massaging him, and felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He nodded and said, "I know. We've been looking for candidates these past few days. Mr. He from Tianlong Group will recommend a few. We need someone knowledgeable to manage the logistics, and we need managers who understand business operations for the billiard hall and foot massage parlor. I can't manage everything by myself, even if I had three heads and six arms."

Hongjie's fingers continued massaging his shoulder, the pressure lighter than before. "You know that's good. You're not alone anymore. Thirty percent of Dragon Scale is yours, and so many brothers who rely on you for their livelihood are yours too. If you fall, everyone will suffer."

Lin Feng wanted to say something, but the soreness in his shoulder and the cold touch of Hong Jie's fingers mixed together, causing his mind to slowly relax.

She closed her eyes again, leaned back on the sofa, and lowered her voice. "Sister Hong, sometimes I think, if you hadn't helped me in the tile market, I might still be teaching yoga at a club. It would be fine, but I always feel like something's missing."

Hongjie's fingers moved from his shoulder to rest on the back of the sofa, and she lowered her head, her lips very close to his ear. "What you lack isn't opportunity, but a stage to perform on. I'll give you the stage; how you perform is up to you. However—" Her voice carried a hint of teasing, "You're quite capable, but you have too much luck with women."

As she spoke, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the other person's neck, pressing her ample breasts against him.

Lin Feng paused for a moment, then burst out laughing, dispelling the awkwardness.

He patted Hongjie's hand, stood up, and straightened his work clothes. "I'm going to take a bath first. I need to meet with General Manager He tomorrow to discuss the logistics company matter with her."

"I'll go with you!" Sister Hong blinked, took Lin Feng's arm, and walked towards the private swimming pool.