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

Lin Feng put his phone back in his pocket and turned to face the door. Vice President Zhang noticed this and turned around as well.

Footsteps and voices soon filled the corridor, the sound of leather shoes on the marble floor mingling together, interspersed with low conversations and occasional laughter.

The door to the reception room was ajar. Lin Feng turned his head and saw Ye Qinghan passing by the door with a group of people.

She was walking towards the back of the group, and when she glanced into the doorway and saw Lin Feng, she stopped in her tracks.

The entire movement was so fluid and flawless.

The moment she stopped, the person next to her also stopped. Then, she tilted her head slightly, her tone carrying just the right amount of surprise, her voice neither too loud nor too soft, just loud enough for the person in front to hear: "Lin Feng? What are you doing here!"

Her eyebrows were slightly raised, as if she really hadn't expected to meet him here.

Lin Feng walked out of the reception room and stood in the corridor.

He stood about three steps away from Ye Qinghan, a distance that was neither too close nor too far, neither too intimate nor too distant. "Aunt Ye, what a coincidence!" he said, his tone carrying just the right amount of surprise, accompanied by a polite smile. "I just happened to be here to discuss a new energy project collaboration."

Ye Qinghan turned to the side.

The sideways movement was very natural. He first glanced at Lin Feng, then turned his gaze to the middle-aged man in the dark jacket next to him, speaking at a moderate pace, "Secretary Fu, this is Lin Feng, my daughter's boyfriend. He runs a business in Hohai."

Then she turned to Lin Feng, her expression changing from surprise to the gentle warmth of an elder. She slightly raised her chin, gesturing for him to step forward: "This is Secretary Fu Lidong of Suzhou City."

Lin Feng stepped forward.

The distance was just right; he leaned forward slightly as he extended his hands, showing a natural respect without being overly solicitous. "Hello, Secretary Fu, nice to meet you."

Fu Lidong reached out and shook hands with him.

The handshake was firm but not a standard, leader-style handshake.

His gaze lingered on Lin Feng's face for a moment, as if he were identifying something or assessing something, then a smile appeared on his face, and his tone was casual and friendly: "Mayor Ye's son-in-law? The young man looks very young. What project are you discussing at BYD?"

Lu Jianguo stayed by the side of the group the whole time.

He noticed this detail the moment Ye Qinghan stopped.

The fact that a vice mayor, while accompanying the municipal party secretary on an inspection tour, stopped to greet a business owner, and that he was the one who initiated the conversation, speaks volumes.

Lu Jianguo worked in procurement at BYD for over a decade and had countless dealings with leaders at all levels of government. He was very familiar with the positions and etiquette in officialdom.

When a department-level official is inspecting a grassroots area, he usually won't interrupt the schedule to chat with people unless the other person is of high rank.

Ye Qinghan not only stopped on her own initiative, but also introduced Lin Feng's identity and introduced him to Fu Lidong. Lu Jianguo could easily understand the implications of these actions.

More importantly, when Ye Qinghan introduced Lin Feng, she said, "My daughter's boyfriend."

The wording of this sentence is very particular.

It's a definition of a personal relationship, but also an endorsement of identity. She's using this title to tell everyone present that this young man has a direct relationship with her.

Lu Jianguo quickly calculated in his mind that Lin Feng had never mentioned this relationship during the previous negotiations. They talked for a whole afternoon yesterday and for more than an hour today. This man was able to keep his composure and did not reveal any of his trump cards.

The relationship only came to light through a chance encounter when the city leaders themselves appeared in the corridor.

So? Could this have been arranged by the other party? If that's the case...

He was secretly surprised, but he didn't show it on his face.

He quickly adjusted his position, taking a small half-step forward. After Fu Lidong asked that question, he stepped forward at just the right moment to answer Lin Feng's question.

"Secretary Fu," Lu Jianguo's tone was more solemn than when he reported on his work before, leaning forward slightly and clasping his hands in front of him, "President Lin came to discuss cooperation on a new energy truck production base with us. He plans to invest in building a factory in Hohai, with an estimated investment scale of hundreds of millions of yuan. At present, both parties have basically reached a preliminary consensus, and some details still need to be finalized."

As she said this, her gaze swept back and forth between Fu Lidong and Lin Feng, before settling on Lin Feng, her eyes revealing something she hadn't seen before.

After listening, Fu Lidong nodded, a look of approval on his face.

Turning his head to look at the middle-aged man in a dark gray suit next to him, Lin Feng recognized him at a glance. It was Wang Fu, the chairman of BYD, whom he had seen many times on TV.

Today, Wang Fu wore a dark gray suit with a white shirt underneath. He wasn't wearing a tie, and the collar was slightly open. His overall demeanor exuded the composure and calmness characteristic of a tech entrepreneur.

"Old Wang," Fu Lidong said in a casual and friendly tone, addressing Wang Fu as "Old Wang," which showed that the two were quite familiar with each other. "Your BYD should cooperate more with other local companies and develop together. You can't limit yourself to the province. This is also a key area that our province is supporting."

Wang Fu nodded.

His expression was calm. He glanced at Lin Feng, then turned back to Fu Lidong. "Secretary Fu is right. BYD has always valued cooperation with local enterprises, focusing on both technology transfer and industrial implementation. We are also actively promoting cooperation with Shuke Group internally, and we will finalize the framework as soon as possible."

Entrepreneurs of Wang Fu's caliber usually deal with leaders at the provincial level or above. Local companies discussing cooperation projects typically don't come into his view.

However, with Fu Lidong personally inquiring about the matter and Ye Qinghan standing by, the combined effect of these two relationships instantly increased the project's significance.

The accompanying reporters took several photos, and the flash went off twice. Lin Feng noticed that several mid-level managers from BYD were still standing in the corridor. They had been following behind the group and were now looking at him with an indescribable expression.

Lu Jianguo stood to the side and saw everything clearly.

Fu Lidong specifically stopped to ask Lin Feng about his project on this occasion, and then said those words in front of Wang Fu. This was not a casual question; it must have had a deeper meaning.

Lu Jianguo involuntarily took a deep breath, quickly reassessing the situation in his mind. Regarding the "pending approval" clause on the maintenance fee, he originally thought that even if he requested approval, headquarters would most likely reject it, or at most offer a discount of half a percent.

But it's different now.

With Secretary Fu's words on the table, the issue of whether the maintenance fee cap clause can be approved is no longer whether it can be approved, but how to approve it well.

Following that, Fu Lidong said a few words of encouragement, his tone gentle yet forceful, essentially encouraging local enterprises and leading companies to strengthen cooperation and contribute to the province's new energy industry development.

He then glanced at his watch, and the person next to him immediately understood, and the line began to move to the other end of the corridor.

Ye Qinghan walked at the back of the group.

As she passed Lin Feng, she didn't stop, but glanced at him sideways. Her eyes held a wealth of meaning, a tacit understanding only the two of them could comprehend. Then she continued walking with the group, the sound of her high heels fading into the distance in the corridor.

Lin Feng stood in the corridor, watching the figures of the group disappear around the corner, then turned and went back to the reception room.

When I entered the room again, the atmosphere had clearly changed.