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

Everyone had a great time that night.

Several buffet tables were set up in the banquet hall, offering a full range of seafood, roast meat, desserts, and drinks.

Many employees were a bit reserved at Platinum Sea, a high-end venue, for the first time, but the atmosphere quickly warmed up after a few drinks.

Kui Zi also arrived and hit it off with Chao Yuan immediately. The two chatted about everything from traveling in Qingyuan to the billiards league at Hohai University, holding their wine glasses and talking for a long time in a corner. In the end, they even added each other on WeChat.

Lin Feng walked around the banquet hall with a wine glass in his hand, clinking glasses with employees from each department, and asking the newcomers their names, which companies they had worked for before, and how they felt about the new environment.

The next morning, Lin Feng drove to the company. Sunlight streamed into the office area through the floor-to-ceiling windows, making the brand-new, light gray workstations feel warm and inviting.

The open-plan office area was already quite full of people. Some were typing away at their computer screens, while others were talking on the phone and taking notes in their notebooks. In the corner, a few people from the engineering department were gesturing on an open construction drawing.

Although it is a relatively new company, it already has a well-organized and orderly operating rhythm.

As I walked down the corridor, the young woman at the front desk was sitting behind the counter organizing today's visitor appointment forms.

She wore a dark blue uniform skirt, the hem of which just passed her knees, and her hair was pinned up at the back of her head with a silver hairpin, revealing a section of her fair nape.

Her legs were encased in thin, flesh-colored stockings, which shimmered faintly under the fluorescent lights. Seeing Lin Feng approach, she quickly stood up, clasped her hands in front of her, gave a slight bow, and said sweetly, "Good morning, Mr. Lin."

Lin Feng nodded, walked up to her, paused, and glanced at the employee ID badge on her chest, which had her name on it.

I remembered her name and then asked if the interviewees I had scheduled for yesterday had arrived. She said the administration department had already arranged everything in the conference room, and the interview would begin at 9:30.

Lin Feng said thank you, then pushed open the door to the chairman's office and went inside. This office was almost twice the size of his previous temporary office in Bai Jinhai, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the river view of Hehai City, and sunlight streaming in from outside the glass onto the dark gray carpet.

The desk is custom-made from a single piece of dark solid wood, and on the desktop are a laptop, a crystal ashtray, and a small-leaf sandalwood bonsai.

To the right, against the wall, is a whole bookshelf, already piled high with books: management classics given by He Qianwen, local chronicles of Qingyuan given by Chao Yuan, a deluxe edition of a business law compilation given by Shangguan Jinghong, and several yoga textbooks and Sanda tutorials he brought from home.

Next to the bookshelf is a hidden door. Pushing it open reveals a separate rest area with a sofa, wardrobe, and private bathroom, perfect for spending the night.

The entire office is decorated in a high-class style, but without being ostentatious.

I sat down in the office chair, a genuine leather chair with a backrest that perfectly conformed to the curve of my lower back. I leaned back in the chair and turned around, facing the floor-to-ceiling window, looking at the winding river outside and the traffic flowing on the bridge spanning the river in the distance.

From a poor student who used to teach yoga classes at a yoga studio and earn a few hundred yuan a month, to now sitting in the chairman's office of his own group company, everything that happened in between flashed through his mind like a fast-forwarded movie.

He picked up his phone, scrolled through his contacts, found Ye Qinghan's number, and sent her a message.

The message was simple—he sent a picture of the river view from the office's floor-to-ceiling window with the caption, "First day in the new office."

Less than a few seconds after the message was sent, Ye Qinghan made a video call.

Lin Feng pressed the answer button, and the screen lit up. Ye Qinghan sat at her desk, dressed in a dark blue outfit, with the epaulettes of a third-level police superintendent on her shoulders. Her hair was tied up, and her makeup was exquisite and aloof.

The background is her familiar office at the municipal bureau, with neatly stacked file boxes and police work yearbooks on the bookshelf behind her.

He pushed up his black-rimmed glasses, a slight smile curving his lips. He remarked that the new office looked nice, with floor-to-ceiling windows much larger than hers, and asked why he suddenly thought to message her.

Lin Feng placed his phone against the pen holder on the desk, adjusting the angle so she could see the entire office.

Leaning back in his chair, he said that the first person he wanted to tell about his new office was her. He knew he couldn't have secured the deal for Plot 5 without her help, and he would always remember that favor.

Ye Qinghan took off her glasses and placed them on the table, leaned back in her chair, and folded her hands on her knees.

Her expression on the screen was much gentler than usual in the station; the curve of her lips betrayed her mood.

The official approval for that land will be issued next week, and the planning bureau will then send him a letter to complete the initial payment procedures for the land transfer fee.

He was also reminded that the design plan for the middle school next to Plot 5 had already been approved by the planning bureau, and the preliminary design drawings would be available in half a month at the latest. At that time, details such as the school's size, architectural style, and sports field area would be finalized, and the building design plan could be followed up simultaneously.

For school district properties, the earlier the surrounding amenities are announced, the greater the potential for price appreciation.

Lin Feng said he'd invite her to dinner once the approval was issued. Ye Qinghan's eyes crinkled into a more pronounced smile, but she only said businesslikely, "We'll see," as she had meetings for several days in a row.

He then leaned closer to the screen and lowered his voice, switching his tone from "director mode" to "personal mode," saying that his new company had just opened and that he should feel free to ask for help if needed.

Looking at her slightly dilated pupils as she leaned closer to the camera on the screen, Lin Feng couldn't help but smile as he recalled a scene from the garage last time.

Ye Qinghan seemed to realize this as well, coughed lightly, leaned back in her chair, and resumed her capable and calm expression.

The two chatted casually for a few more minutes, and when Lin Feng heard someone knocking on her door, he ended the call.

The interviews were scheduled in a conference room on the third floor of the Shuke Group office building. A dozen or so people were already sitting in the corridor waiting for their interviews. Some were looking down at their resumes, some were leaning back in their chairs with their eyes closed, and some were quietly practicing their self-introductions on their phones.

The atmosphere wasn't too tense, but everyone's expression was serious. Although Shuke was a new company, it was backed by the two entities, Tianlong and Longlin.

The job postings in Hehai City have already spread. The salary and benefits are significantly higher than those of competitors, and there are quite a few applicants, most of whom are seasoned professionals who have worked for other companies for several years.