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

The next morning, Lin Feng was woken up by his phone vibrating. He reached for his phone on the bedside table, squinted at the screen, and saw it was Kui Zi calling.

When the call connected, Kui Zi's voice came through the receiver, filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"Brother Lin, are you up yet? Don't go to the company today, come to the shop and play snooker. I got a new snooker machine yesterday, an imported one, and the feel is much better than the old one. Let me tell you, I've been practicing every day these past few days, and my skills have improved a lot. I'm sure I can beat you today."

Lin Feng agreed, then turned over; the pillow next to him was empty. Ye Qinghan had left sometime earlier; the blankets were neatly folded.

The billiard hall had just opened at 10 a.m., and about 70-80% of the dozen or so tables on the first floor were already occupied. When Lin Feng pushed open the door, several girls who were practicing with him were moving between the tables, all wearing matching dark blue short skirts.

A girl with light brown hair was bending over and teaching a boy wearing glasses how to aim at a ball. The boy's fingers were trembling as he gripped the cue stick, unsure whether to look at the ball or at the cleavage that was faintly visible at the girl's neckline.

The table next to us was even more outrageous. A female sparring partner with a ponytail was sitting on the edge of the table, swinging her legs. The hem of her short skirt barely covered her thighs. She was chatting with a college student-looking guy across from her as she swung her legs.

"Did you buy that membership package you promised me last time? If you didn't, I won't teach you." The boy blushed and kept saying, "I'll buy, I'll buy," and took out his phone to scan the QR code at the front desk.

These girls were all princesses who had worked in Platinum Bay for several years. They were sweet-talking, sharp-eyed, and knew how to handle things. Dealing with these innocent college students was a piece of cake for them.

I used to accompany those drunken guests at Baijinhai. It was tiring and unsafe, and sometimes I had to hide from those who were not well-behaved.

Now, in a billiards hall, all you need to do is chat, offer a few compliments, and occasionally bend down to set up a ball for the guests to enjoy, and you can earn several times more commission than before.

With a base salary plus package commissions and tips, you can earn more in a month than at Platinum Ocean if you do well, and you don't have to drink alcohol, stay up all night, or live in fear.

Kui Zi was wiping the cue sticks next to the newly arrived snooker table. He was wearing a black short-sleeved T-shirt today, revealing his two thick arms. The old mechanical watch on his wrist had been replaced with a new one, and his hair was cut short. He looked much more energetic.

Seeing Lin Feng push the door open and come in, he straightened up, put the rod on the table, and said, "Brother Lin, come and see this new thing. It's an imported product, and the feel is completely different from the previous one."

Lin Feng picked up his golf club from the shelf and weighed it in his hand. The club was custom-made and had been used for several years. The shaft had been worn into a very slight curve by his palm, making it a perfect fit in his hand.

The two players teed off. Kui Zi had indeed practiced quite well recently, potting a red ball on his tee shot, followed by a black ball, and then several more in a row. His cueing technique had also become much more refined than before.

But in the second half of the game, his accuracy began to decline, and several balls into the middle pockets bounced off the pockets.

Lin Feng calmly finished the game, winning by several points over Kui Zi. Kui Zi put his cue on the table, took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, saying, "I've practiced for days but still can't beat you. Your touch must be innate."

Lin Feng leaned against the pool table, wiped the cue tip with chalk, and said, "You've really improved a lot. Keep practicing."

After finishing the game, Kui Zi led him upstairs to the second floor. The corridor of the foot massage area was quiet, with a faint scent of mugwort in the air.

The corridor is lined with private rooms, each equipped with a separate shower room and steam room, with signs indicating "Available" or "In Use" on the door.

Kui Zi had booked two technicians in advance. Both of them were among the best-looking and fit technicians in the shop, one with long hair and the other with short hair.

The hairdresser wore a light pink uniform, her hair pinned up with a wooden hairpin, revealing her slender neck.

She squatted down to help Lin Feng take off his shoes and socks, gently pressed her fingers on his ankles, and said that the water temperature was ready so he could soak for a while to relax.

The foot bath tub was kept at a constant temperature, with hot water reaching up to the calves, and a few pieces of mugwort and ginger floating on the surface. The masseuse's fingers pressed on the acupoints on the soles of the feet with just the right amount of pressure, each press feeling both sore and swollen, yet very comfortable.

Kui Zi lay on the massage bed next to him, and a short-haired technician was massaging his shoulders. He lit a cigarette while enjoying the massage.

The two chatted for a bit about the shop's business. Kui Zi said that the busiest times were in the afternoon and evening, when college students, having nowhere else to go after class, would all come here.

Those young girls who were training partners were so good at attracting business; they were all so sweet-talking, how could innocent college students resist such temptation?

Many people buy package deals; some people only have two or three thousand yuan a month for living expenses, and they can spend several hundred yuan here alone.

At this point, Kui flicked his cigarette ash, his tone gradually turning somber. "When I first started going legit, I also felt uncomfortable. Before, making money through shady means was quick; a month's earnings were several times higher than now. But then I thought, what's the use of making money so quickly? Look at Zuo Ning, how powerful he was in Hehai City back then. Who in the underworld or the legitimate world dared to disrespect him? In the end, he got a suspended death sentence and will never get out. His core members were either arrested, sentenced, or fled. I've come to terms with it; as long as I have money to spend, that's fine. What I fear is making money but not having the life to spend it."

She paused, put a cigarette in her mouth, and lowered her voice. "But not everyone in the gang thinks that way. With the industry restructuring, most of the brothers are still willing to go legal; the billiard hall and foot massage parlor provide them with legitimate jobs. But there are a few troublemakers who feel too stifled now, constantly complaining about how powerful they were when they were with Master Zuo, saying that legitimate business is too slow, and secretly thinking about going back to their old ways. Sister Hong is soft-hearted towards these old brothers, always feeling that they've followed the old man all the way, and doesn't want to touch them unless absolutely necessary. But if this continues, something will happen sooner or later. The provincial anti-gang office still has a presence in Hehai; if they find something on us, the entire Dragon Scale gang will be dragged down."

Lin Feng leaned back on the massage bed with his eyes closed. The masseuse's fingers were pressing on his temples with very light and gentle pressure.

He mentally reviewed Kui Zi's words, then opened his eyes and looked at him. "Could you arrange for these people to meet up tonight? I'd like to talk to them."

Kui Zi took the cigarette out of his mouth and slowly extinguished it in the ashtray. He smiled, and Lin Feng understood the meaning in that smile. "Okay. I'll arrange it."

After the masseuse finished massaging, she took Lin Feng's feet out of the foot bath tub, dried them with a towel, and then put a hot compress on his legs.

Lin Feng leaned back on the massage bed, closing his eyes to rest. Kui Zi didn't mention the company again, and the two chatted about some other things.

Kui Zi said he recently met a girl at the gym. She was pretty but a bit fierce. Last time, he glanced at another girl and got his ear twisted.

Lin Feng smiled and said, "You've finally met your match." Kui Zi sighed and said, "This is karma. He used to dump people so cleanly and decisively."

After lying down for more than an hour, Kui Zi's phone vibrated. He looked down at it and said that Brother Biao had something to take care of.

Lin Feng also sat up from the massage bed, changed his clothes, and went downstairs with Kui Zi. Before leaving, Kui Zi sent Lin Feng the information on those troublemakers on his phone, saying that the information was all there and asked him to take a look.

Lin Feng left the billiards hall, got into the car, but didn't start it immediately. Instead, he leaned back in the driver's seat and read through the information Kui Zi had sent him from beginning to end.

These men were all veterans who had been in the gang for several years. One of them, known as Old Ghost, was in charge of the casinos and loan sharking business in the eastern part of the city.

On the surface, she cooperated in the whitewashing, but in private, she was always restless and often spread complaints among the brothers, saying that Sister Hong was too weak as a woman and dared not touch the gray industry, thus letting go of great opportunities.

There are two others, one named Ah Bin and the other Ah Hao, both with criminal records. Any one of the things they did could be enough to get them imprisoned for several years.