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

A few days after returning from Qingyuan, Lin Feng compiled the videos and photos he had taken at the cave and sent them to He Qianwen.

In the video, the main cave has a high and wide dome, stalactites shimmer with a moist luster under the searchlight, an underground river flows below the boardwalk, and the primeval secondary forest outside the cave is bright green in the sunlight.

They also sent over the project planning document provided by Chao Yuan, which detailed the development schedule of the first phase of the project, the pricing scheme for the joint ticket, and the expected trial operation time.

He Qianwen replied within minutes of receiving the message. She said she had watched the video and reviewed the planning document. The project itself was fine, and Chao Yuan's side had done a very thorough due diligence.

Then she sent a voice message, her voice carrying a lazy laugh: "I'm just the one who's paying; you handle the details. Anyway, I trust Coach Lin's judgment."

Lin Feng replied with a message saying it was okay and that she shouldn't worry. After hanging up, he leaned back in the passenger seat and put his phone back in his pocket.

The sky outside the car window had completely darkened, and the streetlights on both sides of the highway stretched into the distance in two bright arcs in the night.

Shangguan Jinghong gripped the steering wheel with both hands, her eyes fixed on the road ahead. She had driven for several hours today, from Hehai to Qingyuan and back, and even walked a long stretch of boardwalk through a karst cave. A rare look of fatigue appeared on her pale face.

"Have you been too tired lately?" Lin Feng turned his head to look at her.

"It's alright. The main headache is the industrial transformation." Shangguan Jinghong tapped his fingers lightly on the steering wheel twice. "The acquisition of Keda Hotel has just been completed, and the internal management team needs to be rebuilt. Although Yonghu is capable at Shuntong, we need to keep an eye on the construction progress of the charging piles for the new energy trucks. The daily operations of the billiard hall and foot massage parlor are not too much of a concern; Kui Zi and Brother Biao are managing them well. But some of the peripheral people who used to follow Zuo Ning have now joined us. These people are used to making money through shady means, and it will take time for them to adapt to going straight. There are complaints from below, saying that making money after going legal is too slow, not as fast as when they were doing gray industries. I had Brother Biao suppress it a few times, and it's temporarily stabilized, but the fundamental problem hasn't been solved yet."

Lin Feng remained silent for a while after listening. Outside the car window, a dark expanse of farmland flashed by, and the lights of distant villages twinkled like stars in the night.

He thought for a while before speaking.

"This is indeed a problem. Those who followed Zuo Ning before were used to making a living through casinos, loan sharks, and protection money. They made money quickly, but they also spent it quickly. Now, asking them to honestly do legitimate business and receive a fixed salary will definitely make some of them feel resentful. But we can't go back to this path. Everyone has seen Zuo Ning's fate; once you get involved in gambling and drugs, there's no good end. Now, all of Longlin's businesses are becoming more regulated, and banks are also issuing credit loans, which shows that our credit record is good. If someone is involved in gray-market activities internally, not only will they be finished, but the entire Longlin will be dragged down."

He adjusted his chair back slightly, shifting to a more comfortable position, and continued, "We'll hold a meeting later for all middle and senior management to clarify things face-to-face. Those willing to follow the company's ethical path can stay and work hard; the company won't treat them unfairly. Salaries, bonuses, social security, and year-end dividends—everything they're entitled to will be provided. Those who don't want to follow the ethical path won't be forced to stay; they can receive dividends according to their shareholding ratio each year, but they can't interfere in the company's daily operations. If anyone takes their dividends and still feels it's not enough, secretly engaging in shady activities or using company resources for illegal activities, then don't blame us for being ruthless."

After listening, Shangguan Jinghong nodded, a slight smile appearing on her pale face. She said this was a good idea, giving them the choice themselves.

Those who want to stay should abide by the rules, and those who want to leave will not be stopped, but they cannot take the company's money while planting time bombs for the company outside.

In the next few days, we will organize a general meeting, calling on core members such as Brother Biao, Kui Zi, Yong Hu, and Wan Jingquan, and also notifying the heads of each venue.

We'll work together to clearly define the rules, write them down in black and white, and anyone who violates them will be dealt with according to the rules.

The car turned off the highway and entered the streets of Hehai City. Hehai City was brightly lit in the night, and the streetlights on the bridge across the river were reflected on the water, turning into a shimmering gold.

Looking at the familiar street scene outside the window, Lin Feng suddenly asked, "Is Sister He already having someone working on the brand upgrade plan for the Keda Hotel?"

"Yes. The design team will arrive next week to start with interior design. The guest rooms will remain unchanged; the main upgrades will be to the lobby, restaurant, and banquet hall. The brand positioning will shift from a business hotel to a more upscale resort style, complementing the Qingyuan scenic area. In the future, tourists from Qingyuan visiting Hohai can stay at Keda; and tourists from Hohai visiting Qingyuan can have their scenic area tickets and hotel accommodations bundled together."

When Shangguan Jinghong talked about work, his speech was noticeably faster than usual, and his thoughts were very clear. It was obvious that he had gone over these things in his mind countless times.

Lin Feng smiled and said it was a good idea. With the scenic area and hotel working together, plus smooth logistics and distribution, the three major sectors of Longlin would truly be connected.

The car turned into the underground parking lot of Baijinhai. The two took the elevator from the garage straight to the fourth floor.

Shangguan Jinghong had the kitchen send up a late-night snack: two bowls of clear soup noodles with several delicate side dishes. The two sat at a small dining table by the window in the office, eating and chatting about company matters.

It was rare for Shangguan Jinghong to eat more than half a bowl of noodles; usually, she would only pick up a few bites of vegetables before putting the rest down when eating late-night snacks. Lin Feng watched her finish the noodles, then put the poached egg from his bowl into hers, saying, "You've lost a bit of weight lately, eat more."

Shangguan Jinghong glanced at him, did not refuse, picked up the fried egg and took a bite. The yolk was still runny, and the golden egg liquid slowly oozed out from the bite.

He caught the dripping egg liquid with chopsticks, and that smile appeared on his lips again.

After dinner, Shangguan Jinghong went to take a shower first. Lin Feng leaned back on the sofa, scrolled through his phone for a while, and replied to a few messages.

The sound of running water came from the bathroom and continued for a while before stopping. When the bathroom door opened, a cloud of steam rushed out, and Shangguan Jinghong, wrapped in a white bath towel, walked out.

The bath towel was wrapped casually, the top edge resting on her chest and the bottom just past mid-thigh. Her skin was slightly red from the steaming hot water, and water droplets still clung to her collarbone and shoulders, glistening in the warm light of the bedside lamp.

Her hair was wet and clung to her neck, with water droplets running down the ends and dripping into the small indentation between her collarbones.

She walked to the bedside, untied the bath towel, and the towel slid off her body and piled up next to her ankles.