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

At noon, He Qianwen booked a small banquet hall at a hotel near the company, where the directors and senior executives sat around three tables. No one made things difficult, and no one spoke sarcastically.

He Qianwen personally served tea to the senior officials present, saying that this was a well-considered decision and asking everyone to trust her and also to trust President Lin.

The veteran officials all stood up to express their support, saying that President He had led everyone through thick and thin, and that her judgment would not be wrong.

Lin Feng sat next to He Qianwen, holding a teacup and exchanging a few words with each person who came to offer a toast. His attitude was neither humble nor arrogant, showing neither the arrogance of a newly appointed official nor the awkwardness of a younger colleague.

A vice president from the business department talked to him about Shuke's new energy project qualifications. The two talked more and more in detail, and in the end, the vice president took out his phone and added him on WeChat, saying that he would send him Tianlong's transportation capacity data and warehouse layout in a few days, and see how to connect with the logistics needs of the new energy project.

After finishing her meal, He Qianwen got into her car, leaned back in her seat, and let out a long sigh. The powerful female CEO finally relaxed after the car door closed. She turned her head to look at Lin Feng, her eyes slightly red, but her tone was still light: "It went more smoothly than I expected. These old subordinates of mine have been with me for so many years; I was just worried they wouldn't understand."

"I won't express my opinion on the spot if I don't understand something." Lin Feng started the car. "But Sister He, your attitude today is crucial. The moment you opened your mouth in the meeting room, everyone below understood that there was no room for negotiation on this matter."

He Qianwen smiled and didn't say anything more.

The car drove out of the parking lot and merged into the afternoon traffic.

Lin Feng glanced at the rearview mirror. He Qianwen was leaning against the passenger seat, looking out the window, her fingers resting lightly on her lower abdomen, her fingertips tapping lightly.

She had been wearing a business suit and high heels all morning at the company, and only now dared to show a hint of fatigue. Lin Feng turned the steering wheel slightly to the right, navigating around a speed bump ahead, trying to make the car as smooth as possible.

"In a few days, some key personnel from several important departments at Tianlong will be transferred to Shuke to facilitate your subsequent management. I've already prepared the list; take a look later." He Qianwen's voice was already becoming slurred, and drowsiness was creeping in.

"Okay, you get some sleep first. I'll wake you up when we get home."

He Qianwen closed her eyes, a slight smile still lingering on her lips.

……

Ouyang Qian officially reported for duty the next day.

She arrived twenty minutes earlier than the scheduled time. The receptionist was wiping the tables and paused for a moment when she saw her come in. Ouyang Qian was wearing a light gray thin knit sweater today. The material was very soft, and the neckline was round and not too low.

But the knitwear was form-fitting, outlining the entire curve from the collarbone down, and the waistline was cinched extremely low. When she stood at the door, she looked completely different from the female employees in standard work clothes in the corridor.

"Director Ouyang, President Lin hasn't arrived yet. Please have a seat." The receptionist led her to the reception area. As she turned to get some water, she glanced back at Ouyang Qian's back and whispered something to her colleague next to her.

Ouyang Qian sat down in the reception area, opened her notebook, and reorganized the key points she had noted down yesterday.

About ten minutes later, footsteps came from the other end of the corridor. Lin Feng turned out from the elevator, wearing a dark blue short-sleeved shirt and carrying car keys. He looked like he had just arrived.

"You're here?" He walked up to her. "So early."

"I'm used to it." Ouyang Qian closed her notebook and stood up. "After talking with you yesterday, I went back and thought about the processes of several departments. There are a few things I'd like to double-check."

"Let's talk in the office." Lin Feng turned and walked into the corridor.

Ouyang Qian followed behind him.

The office wasn't particularly large, but it was very tidy, with floor-to-ceiling windows facing the river. Lin Feng tossed his car keys on the table, pointed to the tea table next to him, and said, "Sit down, don't stand."

Ouyang Qian sat down opposite him.

She noticed that Raymond Lam was sitting to the side, not directly facing her. Although he could see her from this angle, the view was much more natural.

"The results of yesterday's pre-employment physical exam came back, and there were no problems," she said first. "My plan is to go through the procedures for each department in the morning, and then schedule a time to talk to the head of each department individually in the afternoon. We'll produce a process diagnosis report within three working days and a draft of the optimization plan within a week."

She sat very upright as she spoke, her back straight, and the curve of her chest naturally supported her knitwear, but she didn't notice it at all, her attention was entirely on her notebook.

Lin Feng leaned back in his chair and listened quietly. "Okay. For specific details, you can contact the relevant department heads directly; you don't need to go through me for everything. By the way, I signed the equity transfer agreement for Tianlong Group yesterday afternoon; I am now the largest shareholder of Tianlong."

Ouyang Qian paused for a moment while holding the pen.

She processed the news quickly. Tianlong Group had been deeply involved in the logistics industry for many years and was much larger than Shuke. Becoming the largest shareholder meant that Lin Feng's control over the entire industry chain had exceeded her previous assessment.

Put down your pen. "So, should the company's current strategic focus be readjusted?"

"Go on," Lin Feng said, looking at her.

Ouyang Qian didn't rush to reply. Instead, she turned to a new page in her notebook, wrote a few words, and then looked up. "Shuke's core competitiveness right now isn't in logistics or engineering. It's in its network of relationships and its ability to acquire qualifications. Provincial new energy qualifications, municipal projects, and equity in Tianlong Group—these things can't be obtained through business capabilities alone. Therefore, Shuke's strategy shouldn't follow the traditional path of companies that first expand production capacity and then look for markets. It should be the other way around: first secure policies and channels, and then use those to leverage production capacity."

After saying this, she looked quietly at Lin Feng, waiting for his response.

Lin Feng didn't reply immediately. After a moment of silence, he traced a circle with his finger around the rim of his teacup. "What do you mean? Be more specific."

"Take new energy, for example." Ouyang Qian put her pen on her notebook, leaned forward slightly, and spoke with greater seriousness. "The province has provided qualifications and loan policies, but the industrialization still requires sites, equipment, technology, and talent. Shuke can't build all of these things on its own; the investment is too large and the cycle is too long. My idea is to leverage the qualifications and policies to find partners with production capacity, using Shuke's policy advantages to exchange for their production capacity and resources. This way, we can quickly launch the new energy business without heavy asset investment, and always maintain the upper hand in negotiations."