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

Lin Feng drove halfway, then turned the steering wheel and onto the road leading to Baijinhai.

The Platinum Sea was brightly lit at night, and the fountain at the entrance changed the shape of the water jets under the colored lights. Parking attendants in black uniforms were busy in front of the revolving door.

Park your car in the underground garage and take the elevator straight up to the fourth floor.

Shangguan Jinghong was still awake. The office light was on, and she sat behind her desk with a cash flow report for the Dragon Scale Group for the month spread out in front of her.

She changed out of her signature black long-sleeved shirt from the daytime and wore a dark gray cotton nightgown with a thin knitted cardigan over it.

Her hair was loose over her shoulders, her face was bare of makeup, and her lips were a natural pale pink. Seeing Lin Feng push the door open and enter, she put down the report, leaned back in her chair, and looked at him.

"Why are you here so late? Is something the matter?"

Lin Feng sat down on the sofa and recounted his meeting with Chao Yuan that evening in detail.

From the scale of the natural karst cave complex in Qingyuan, to Chao Yuan's father Chao Dawei's background in the tourism bureau, to the government-enterprise cooperation model and the initial investment of 500 million yuan.

The key point was the percentage of shares Chao Yuan was willing to transfer to him, and the corresponding investment of 100 million yuan.

After listening, Shangguan Jinghong did not immediately express her opinion. She picked up the cash flow statement and looked at it again, tapping her fingers lightly on the paper.

He didn't speak for quite a while, his voice still had that cold tone, but his speaking speed was slower than usual, obviously he was doing calculations while speaking.

"There's nothing wrong with the project itself. I know the location in Qingyuan; it's not far from Hehai, and there aren't many other notable tourist attractions nearby. Once developed, the customer base won't just be limited to Qingyuan; it will also attract visitors from Hehai. With its monopolistic natural resources and government-backed infrastructure investment, the return on investment won't be too long. A stable source of funding would be a great supplement for Longlin—our main businesses, billiard halls, logistics, and hotels, are all highly cyclical industries; fluctuations in the economic environment will affect our cash flow. Tourist attractions are different; as long as the resources themselves are scarce, the customer base will be relatively stable."

She placed the report on the table and changed the subject. "But where is the money? Last time, the Bank of China approved a 50 million yuan credit loan, and 10 million yuan was used to integrate the assets left by Zuo Ning—the transfer procedures and initial renovations for several shops and logistics transfer stations in the east of the city all came from here. Now, we only have about 40 million yuan left in the account. Shuntong Logistics is just starting out. Although the routes we cooperated with Tianlong on have begun to generate profits, the initial investment has not yet been recouped, and the account is not very cash-rich. Yonghu is going to purchase new energy trucks, and the money has been approved but not yet disbursed. The cash flow from the billiard hall and foot massage parlor is stable, but that's a steady monthly flow; it's unrealistic to withdraw tens of millions of yuan at once."

She wrote down a few figures on a piece of paper and showed it to Lin Feng. The numbers weren't bad, but freeing up 100 million in a short period of time was indeed a bit of a stretch.

"If all else fails, we can take Baijinhai and some of the commercial real estate as collateral for loans from banks." After saying this, Shangguan Jinghong frowned. "But this is a risky move. Baijinhai is currently our most stable asset in terms of cash flow. Once it is mortgaged, if there are fluctuations in operations, the repayment pressure will be huge."

Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa and thought for a moment, then said there was no rush and they would think of another way.

If all else fails, then we can consider mortgaging.

He was already considering another option—He Qianwen. Tianlong's financial resources were much larger than Longlin's, and their new project in the provincial capital was also progressing. If they could bring He Qianwen in to invest together, not only would the funding problem be solved, but Tianlong's experience in government relations and business operations could also be of help.

However, he did not immediately voice this idea because it involved issues of equity distribution and the right to speak, and he needed to clarify these matters with He Qianwen before discussing them with Shangguan Jinghong.

Seeing his thoughtful expression, Shangguan Jinghong didn't press him. She stood up, walked behind the sofa, placed her hand on his shoulder, and gently squeezed it, saying, "Let's work together to find a solution these next few days. Don't bear it all alone."

Lin Feng raised his hand and patted her hand, then stood up and said it was too late and he had to go back first, as he had to talk to Sister He tomorrow.

Shangguan Jinghong saw him to the door, tiptoed and kissed him on the corner of the mouth, saying, "Be careful on the road."

It was almost eleven o'clock when Lin Feng got home. The living room was dark; Lin Jianguo and Zhang Xiulan were both asleep.

She tiptoed into her room, slipped on her slippers, closed the door, took off her coat, and lay down on the bed. Her phone screen lit up; it was a message from Shen Qianqian, containing only one line: "I'll show you something."

It was followed by a cat's mischievous grin, and then a video file.

Lin Feng clicked on the video.

The scene shows a school dance rehearsal room, with several large mirrors covering an entire wall. Several girls in matching practice outfits are rehearsing a dance for the freshman welcome party. The dance style is similar to that of K-pop groups, with large movements, a fast rhythm, and many hip twists and head shakes.

Shen Qianqian stood in the back row, slightly to the left, wearing a black sports vest and dark blue tight shorts.

The vest is a cropped style with a neckline that isn't too low, and the fabric is stretched slightly tight.

Her movements were more powerful than the other girls', and every hip twist and chest expansion was perfectly executed. There's a quick left-right chest-swinging move in the dance; while other girls performed it with a small range of motion, she did it with a much larger one.

She was biting her lower lip in front of the mirror, her face showing a focused expression, clearly unaware that this detail had been captured on camera.

The video is only a dozen seconds long. The last few frames show Shen Qianqian realizing the camera is pointed at her as she finishes her action. She reaches out to block it, walks towards her roommate, and shouts, "Don't film! Don't film!" The image freezes on the moment she laughs and lunges towards the camera.

Lin Feng watched the video several times, a smile playing on his lips. He sent her a message: "Your chest-swinging motion was several times larger than others. Has it gotten bigger again?"

Shen Qianqian instantly replied with over a dozen cat-hitting emojis, followed by a text message: "You're all grown up! That's dance moves! It's choreography! It's art!" She added another message, her tone much softer: "I don't know why, but the bras I bought last time are too tight again. I haven't even worn my old ones for two months."

Raymond Lam replied, "Maybe I've been eating too well lately, and my nutrition has caught up."

Shen Qianqian sent a voice message, her voice very low, with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance in her nasal tone.

"It's all your fault. I've gained several pounds since we got together, and it's all in my chest. I could still wear pleated skirts before, but now my waist is still the same, and it feels so tight around my chest. Last week at rehearsal, a button popped open, and luckily it was just the girls from my dorm around, or I would have been so embarrassed. Did you cast some kind of spell on me behind my back?"

Lin Feng sent a voice message, saying that it was because of your good genes, which reminded him of Ye Qinghan!

This might really be genetic.

Shen Qianqian paused for a moment before replying with a voice message. In the background, she could faintly hear her roommates chatting in the distance. Her voice was low, carrying a hint of embarrassment and an undeniable sweetness as she said, "Come to the welcome party next week."

I came to see her dance; she was in the very back row, on the far right, not very noticeable but still visible. Raymond Lam said, "Of course I'll come."

Shen Qianqian sent a cat scattering flowers emoji, then urged him to go to sleep early, as he had class the next day. They said goodnight, and the chat window fell silent.

Lin Feng placed his phone on the bedside table and turned off the light. In the darkness, he closed his eyes and mentally reviewed what he needed to discuss with He Qianwen the next day.

The size of Tianlong Group's capital, He Qianwen's understanding of the tourism industry, and her previous cooperation model with Shangguan Jinghong on the Keda Hotel project.

These factors combined make her the most ideal partner for the Qingyuan scenic area project.

However, how to negotiate, how to divide the equity, and how to arrange the say all need to be carefully considered.

I went through several scenarios in my mind, then turned over and slowly fell asleep while listening to the distant chirping of insects outside the window.