Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1001 - 500: Wealth and Influence, Base Construction_3

"We still have to go to the industrial park in Jiangbei this afternoon. That place is particularly large, and the tasks are still heavy."

"President, I know a seafood restaurant nearby with fantastic flavors. I’ll treat everyone today!"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Shuai instantly revived in Spirit and eagerly led the way.

Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiran packed up their things and followed Fang Cheng.

Life became busier, but everyone had the glow of "hope" in their eyes.

Like a great ship in the harbor, the "Illuminati" had already set sail towards a broader sea.

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Lunch was settled at a seafood restaurant near the fish market.

The environment was noisy, and the tables and chairs were somewhat greasy, but the freshness of the ingredients and the authentic taste made up for it.

Fang Cheng and Xiao Shuai didn’t fuss about it.

With a table full of stir-fried clams and salted shrimps, the two of them ate heartily, oil dripping from their mouths.

Lin Chuqiao, usually a lady frequenting high-end restaurants, rarely ate at such roadside stalls, but she didn’t show any dislike.

With keen interest, she peeled a crab, and though her actions were not as bold as Fang Cheng’s, they had a carefree grace that connected to the earth.

On the contrary, Ye Zhiran had an excessively refined eating style.

Gently picking fish bones with chopsticks, he chewed slowly and elegantly more woman-like than a woman.

This demeanor caught Xiao Shuai’s side-glances, secretly pondering.

Could the strategist be a descendant of a fallen nobility?

The afternoon schedule was much tighter.

After lunch, the four of them drove to the Dingqiao Industrial Park located in the western suburbs of Jiangbei District.

The abandoned textile factory indeed looked desolate, with the courtyard overgrown with half-human tall weeds.

However, upon going underground, they delightedly found that the wartime-built air raid shelter was remarkably well-preserved.

The vast space, smooth ventilation, and solid structure made it an excellent secret training ground with a little renovation.

"Not only is it good for practice, but it can also serve as a warehouse. Clean it up a bit, and it can accommodate hundreds of people."

Ye Zhiran inspected the cavernous interior and gave a positive response.

Lin Chuqiao also nodded in approval:

"Moreover, it’s secluded enough, with just abandoned factories around. Even if we make some noise here, nobody will notice."

Fang Cheng was very pleased and immediately decided to take over this base.

After thoroughly surveying the building, they discussed and finalized the specific layout plan.

Then they employed Lin Chuqiao and Xiao Shuai from the logistics department to liaison with the factory owner and coordinate with a reliable construction team, ready to commence renovation work.

After completing all these tasks, the sun had already inclined westward, casting long shadows from the abandoned factory buildings.

"President, I should head off now."

Xiao Shuai checked the time and said apologetically, "I still have some matters to handle over at Yuanchen Group, I need to go back once."

"Go ahead, business matters are important."

Fang Cheng nodded.

Xiao Shuai bid farewell and left, taking a taxi straight to the city.

Fang Cheng served as the driver, carrying Lin Chuqiao and Ye Zhiran, driving onto the fast highway back.

It was peak hour, but the traffic conditions here were relatively smooth.

The setting sun poured in through the car windows, coating the seats with a warm golden-red hue.

In the distance, the array of city skyscrapers was immersed in the vast evening glow.

Fang Cheng held the steering wheel steadily, focusing on the road ahead, seemingly contemplating something.

The cabin was filled with soothing, light music, and no one spoke, enjoying this rare moment of peace.

Suddenly, Fang Cheng broke the silence:

"Chuqiao, Professor."

The two in the back seats raised their heads upon hearing him.

Through the rearview mirror, Fang Cheng’s deep eyes calmly watched them:

"Do you remember when we discussed various meditation schools around the world in Cui City?"