Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1089 - 537:

Fang Cheng rubbed his deflated belly and shook his head with a bitter smile.

Just now, in order to break through the pull-ups skill in one go, he had already overdrawn quite a bit of stamina.

Coupled with the exertions with this new ability, the consumption had multiplied even more.

The little food he had eaten earlier had long been burned to ashes as fuel.

He casually picked up the phone placed beside him and turned on the screen.

"Almost nine o’clock, huh..."

Looking at the time on the screen, Fang Cheng muttered to himself.

Unknowingly, this morning exercise session, which started at around 3 a.m., had lasted for nearly six hours.

The amount of training today far exceeded the limit, especially after just breaking through to LV4, the body was in a reorganization phase following extreme depletion, and it was indeed not suitable to continue pushing further.

The essence of exercise lies in persistence rather than rushing for quick success.

If it weren’t for the recent tense situation to prepare for potential crises, he wouldn’t have been secluding himself day and night for such intensive practice in recent days.

"Since I’ve broken through, it’s also time to go out for some fresh air."

Fang Cheng put down his phone, planning today’s itinerary in his mind.

During these days of seclusion, a lot of matters had piled up.

First, he needed to go to the club, he hadn’t checked in for a long time.

Although he didn’t care about that bit of wage now, in this society, it’s still necessary to have a proper "working-class" identity as a cover.

He couldn’t really just become a jobless wanderer.

Moreover, as the Chairman of the Illuminati, he couldn’t just be a hands-off leader.

Recently, the construction of the two bases encountered some problems, whether it’s the issue of recruiting personnel or the allocation of funds, he needed to make the final decisions on these matters as the backbone.

But before that...

Fang Cheng sniffed the sour and pungent smell mixed with sweat and grease on his body and frowned disdainfully.

He needed to take a shower first, then fill his stomach.

With his mind made up, Fang Cheng turned around and walked towards the bathroom.

Soon, with the sound of rushing water, steamy vapor began to rise and spread behind the frosted glass door.

.........

The afternoon sunlight slanted through the windshield, falling on the black leather steering wheel.

Fang Cheng was holding the steering wheel with one hand, maneuvering the Range Rover SUV into the dragon-like main road traffic of Jiangdong District.

Soft jazz music was flowing within the car, and the air conditioning dispelled the heat of late spring and early summer.

The morning was quite fulfilling.

After finishing the morning exercise, he took a comfortable shower in the apartment, then fried three pounds of M9 grade Wagyu rib-eye steak, rewarding himself nicely.

The satisfaction of the meat juice bursting in the mouth seemed to still linger on his taste buds at this moment.

After having his fill, he drove straight to the "Global Elite Club" in Jiangdong.

Because his old client, Brother Jie, had booked a sparring session.

This guy recently made it to the national final rounds of the free fight competition and was looking everywhere for high-level sparring partners.

He had previously bombarded with phone calls quite a few times, continuously inquired about his recent busyness, and questioned why he hadn’t come to work.

Fang Cheng couldn’t avoid it any longer, and since he had some free time today, he reluctantly agreed.

Just half an hour ago, he finished the sparring session and came out from the club.

Counting the days, since returning from Tian Nan Province at the beginning of the month to cancel his leave and report for duty one day, plus today, he only worked two days in total.

He was basically in a state of coasting and taking things easy.

But that couldn’t really blame him for lacking work enthusiasm.

Fang Cheng looked at the countdown of the traffic light ahead and shook his head helplessly.

Truthfully, the club’s professional athletes had too low a competitive level.

As ordinary people, they couldn’t keep up with his pace anymore.

Just like the so-called high-intensity battle with Brother Jie just now, after a whole session, he only gained a mere 1 point of experience.

He used to think professional-level offenses were quite sharp, but now in Fang Cheng’s eyes, it was as slow as elder folks practicing Tai Chi in the park.

With the leap in life level, what ordinary people saw as "high-end games" had already lost the meaning of honing techniques for him.

Fighting with these professional players was not even as practical as hanging from the ceiling at home to do a few pull-ups.

If it weren’t for the sake of having a normal employment identity, there really was no need to waste time on this anymore.

But considering Chairman Shen’s favor towards him, getting the highest salary in the entire club, even being specially hired as a brand ambassador,

No matter how thick-skinned Fang Cheng was, he still felt a bit guilty inside.

"Oh well, I’ll try to go once a week from now on, just consider it as doing charity work."

Fang Cheng glanced at the time on the dashboard, lightly stepped on the gas pedal, and changed lanes to overtake.

Today’s schedule was quite tight, apart from going to the club to work and elevate his presence, there were more important matters to handle in the afternoon.

During lunch when staying at the company for a meal, he took a moment to call his mom to confirm the family situation.

The nagging voice from the earpiece was full of energy, showing no abnormalities, which put him at ease slightly.

Actually, according to the original plan, Fang Cheng intended to arrange a few hidden guards to keep an eye on Wanghu Town first.

He wanted to replicate the defense model over at Old Factory Street.

Just like Big Hammer and Monkey guarding the tubular building, he would set a line of alert around his grandparents’ home, closely monitoring all unfamiliar faces appearing around the residential area.

Any signs of trouble would be immediately reported, nipping any potential threats to his family in the bud.

Unfortunately, as the Illuminati was still newly established, manpower was really insufficient.

Although with just a word, Xu Hao or Xiao Shuai could mobilize the Red Tiger Gang’s men to help with the work.

But after much thought, Fang Cheng still dismissed the idea.

Those involved in the underworld had too much of a rogue spirit, with inconsistent character and ability.

Letting them protect ordinary people might undoubtedly cause some trouble.

"Still have to wait for the Professor to return..."

Fang Cheng focused his gaze, glanced at the road conditions behind him through the rearview mirror.

Then he decisively turned the steering wheel, swiftly overtaking and merging onto the ramp leading to the suburbs.

According to the last call’s estimation, within these couple of days, the Professor should be back from taking care of matters in another province.

By then, recruiting a batch of retired soldiers or mutant Martial Artists with clean backgrounds and disciplined attitudes under the guise of a foreign trade company.

Then having Monkey conduct professional training to establish a formal security team, that would be a long-term strategy.

As his thoughts flowed, the scenery outside the car window had quietly changed.

The originally closely packed high-rise buildings were gradually left behind, replaced by vast farmlands and self-built houses, off the bustling urban scenes.

The green belts on the roadside became sparse and chaotic, and there were noticeably more large trucks on the road.

Up front was the West Suburb of Jiangbei District, Dingqiao Industrial Park.

It’s a place with a significant sense of history.

Decades ago, it was the heart of East Capital’s manufacturing industry, with chimneys standing tall and machines roaring.

But with urban area changes and the soaring labor costs, low-end manufacturing industries continued to relocate elsewhere.

Here was like a beach left after the tide recedes, leaving behind the mottled remnants of a bygone era.

The Range Rover SUV turned a corner and drove onto a slightly bumpy concrete road.

In the view, large areas of semi-abandoned red brick factories were scattered around.

Many walls had already peeled, exposing the grayish-blue bricks inside.

Though they seemed dilapidated, due to low rent and convenient transportation, this area gradually transformed into a hub for various storage and logistics companies.

Everywhere one could see container trucks with different license plates parked by the roadside, with unloading workers toiling bare-chested amidst the dust.

Fang Cheng slowed down, scanning the buildings one after another through the car window.

Soon, his gaze locked onto an independent factory building not far ahead.

Amidst the dusty and rusty industrial backdrop, a bright silhouette stood out conspicuously.

It was a tall woman in high heels.

She was standing by the open iron gate, allowing the afternoon breeze to ruffle her hair.

Her dark-colored, well-tailored professional suit perfectly outlined her mature and graceful figure.

Even from a distance, Fang Cheng could sense the intellectual grace mingled with allure that emanated from her being.

She was Lin Chuqiao, waiting for him there.