Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1091 - 538:

"Additionally, the wall needs to be cut open here to build three standardized loading and unloading platforms, allowing forklifts direct access to containers."

As Fang Cheng listened, he glanced around the gigantic space exceeding two thousand square meters.

In his mind, a busy scene of future supplies filling the area and forklifts interweaving began to unfold.

"Once the hardware is sorted out, it’s time to focus on the software."

Lin Chuqiao closed the blueprint and continued:

"After the infrastructure is completed, I’ll have Xiao Shuai go to the used car market to find a few decent-condition heavy-duty container trucks, and we’ll prioritize recruiting a team of retired soldiers as drivers."

"This fleet, on the surface, operates independently, but in reality, serves as the downstream support for our trade company at Jinshui Fish Market."

At this point, Lin Chuqiao paused, pushed up her glasses, and spoke with a hint of cleverly designed pride:

"On the commercial level, the trade company handles the circulation of import and export documents, while the logistics company manages the physical movement of goods."

"Normally, the fleet runs empty trips between the city and the port or takes on some scattered orders."

"In this way, the flow of funds and goods forms a closed loop, and even if someone investigates, they won’t find any issues."

"When the moment comes, this fleet can be used to transport special materials, relocate personnel, or carry out tasks assigned by the organization."

Fang Cheng stopped, his gaze sweeping across several workers measuring the ground in the distance.

After pondering for a moment, he shook his head and offered a different perspective:

"Chu Qiao, your idea is excellent, but it still falls short."

"Falls short?"

Lin Chuqiao was slightly startled, somewhat puzzled as she looked at him.

Fang Cheng turned to face her, his tone becoming solemn:

"Nowadays, tax and audit data are remarkably sophisticated. If our logistics company only runs empty trucks or takes scattered orders all day, with fuel expenses but lacking substantial goods throughput, it’s easy to be judged as abnormal operation."

"Since we’re putting on a show, we must go all the way. This space is vast, and leaving it empty is a waste."

He gestured to the empty factory surrounding him:

"We can utilize the trade company’s channels to take on real business operations, truly developing this site as a warehousing logistics center."

"We need not only more orders but also excellent service. Let this place have a daily flow of numerous trucks, performing regular sorting, receiving, and dispatching of goods, ensuring every account withstands the strictest audits."

At this point, Fang Cheng’s gaze turned towards the highway stretching outside the industrial area, his voice steady and strong:

"Regarding the fleet, we mustn’t only think about cover-ups."

"Instead, we should continuously expand the fleet size—not just heavy trucks, but also need vans, minivans, and even delivery scooters."

"On regular days, let these drivers navigate every corner of the city delivering goods; they will act as the best mobile intelligence stations."

"As the personnel grows and transportation routes extend throughout the city, it forms a massive intelligence network, and nothing escapes their eyes."

"Should anything happen, regardless of the city’s areas, whether for personnel transportation, weapon support, site cleanup, or emergency evacuation, they can respond instantly, achieving maximum operational efficiency."

Speaking deeply, Fang Cheng drew a blueprint for the future.

In his mind appeared the highly responsive, logistically advanced society from his previous life.

As he said this, he turned his gaze back to Lin Chuqiao, who seemed lost in thought, his look becoming profound and far-reaching:

"Moreover, Chu Qiao, we need to establish a truly powerful organization; merely relying on that fifty million startup fund won’t suffice."

"Organizational building isn’t child’s play; we need a continuous cash flow to sustain operations, procure equipment, care for personnel, and expand influence—none of which comes cheap."

"This logistics company, along with the trade company, must be run as legitimate businesses. We must establish our complete power map, having our own commercial blood-producing functions, achieving ’funding war through commerce’!"

These words acted like a key, opening a new door of thought for Lin Chuqiao.

She indeed had fallen into a thinking trap before, focusing only on using the company as a shield, along with exploiting some auxiliary functions.

Yet neglected the most crucial point—the blood transfusion functionality of commerce for the organization.

Upon hearing this, a flash of realization and admiration appeared in Lin Chuqiao’s beautiful eyes.

She quickly took out her notebook and recorded these key points, nodding firmly:

"I understand now, Brother Cheng, I wasn’t thinking far enough."

"I’ll revise the plan and headhunt a few professional operations managers to expand the business connections."

She closed her notebook, her eyes shimmering with excitement:

"Incidentally, I heard my uncle plans to invest in an e-commerce platform, and now online shopping is trending—the accompanying warehousing logistics could become a major hotspot."

"As long as we manage it well, our company might grow into a logistics giant, becoming the organization’s ’cash cow’."

The two continued to walk and converse, bypassing the mountain of construction materials to the relatively quiet backyard.

The noise here was much reduced, marked only by the occasional sound of drills in the distance.

Lin Chuqiao rubbed her slightly sore neck and gently exhaled a breath of foul air.

"But Brother Cheng, if we’re going to run both companies as legitimate businesses, my workload will double."

She raised a hand to wipe the fine sweat oozing from her forehead, with a rare hint of complaint in her tone:

"Currently, just overseeing the projects at two bases, negotiating equipment procurement, registering companies, handling taxes, recruiting staff—all the financial transactions have my head spinning."

"I feel like I’m one person split into three roles; being both project manager and financial director—if this continues, this ’housekeeper’ might end up exhausted first."

Saying this, her gaze wandered, those inviting, peach-blossom eyes showing hints of teasing and grievance, staring straight at Fang Cheng.

Seeing this usually elegant and beautiful lady revealing her fatigue, Fang Cheng couldn’t help but feel softened.

Indeed, he had gotten used to being a hands-off boss, placing the burden on a woman’s fragile shoulders.

"Those who can, do more. It means the organization can’t do without you."

Fang Cheng smiled, offering a reassuring promise:

"Rest assured, this intense pressure won’t last long. The Professor is making good progress; it’s said the first batch of recruits is already on their way."

"Among them are some trustworthy mutants who can serve as your administrative specialists and financial assistants; once they’re in place, you need only focus on the big picture and sign, leaving the nitty-gritty to others."

Hearing this, Lin Chuqiao’s expression relaxed, her lips returning to a smile.

Actually, she harbored an unspoken thought—if Fang Cheng appreciated her contributions, even a bit more exhaustion would be worth it.

As they spoke, the two walked around the main factory building, descending slowly along a concrete ramp.

At the walkway’s end within the concrete wall, a heavy blast-proof metal door loomed.

This was the real highlight Fang Cheng came to inspect today.

Lin Chuqiao stepped forward, took out a specially made magnetic card key from her bag, and swiped it on a concealed sensor on the door frame.

"Beep—"

"Click—rumbling."

With a low hydraulic drive noise, the thirty-centimeter-thick blast-proof door slowly slid open to both sides.

A rush of cool air mixed with a faint moldy smell arrived, instantly dispelling the outside heat.

This is the true core area of the Illuminati base, the main entrance to the bunker.

"To ensure base’s safety and secrecy, I’ve specially arranged to have the wiring here reorganized, installing this independent military-grade access control system."

Observing Fang Cheng’s slightly surprised expression, Lin Chuqiao chuckled, gesturing to the doorway device:

"This system has an independent backup power supply; even if the entire industrial park’s power is cut off, it remains locked unless explosives are used—no one can enter."

Fang Cheng nodded in approval.

Then Lin Chuqiao took the lead, stepping inside and casually turning on the industrial switch on the wall.

"Crackle—crackle—"

As the sound of electricity connecting echoed, dozens of high-powered halogen lamps ignited like a fire dragon from the entrance, illuminating row by row into the depths.

Intense white light tore through the darkness, lighting this sleeping underground behemoth brightly.

It was a vast arched space, nearly ten meters high at the dome, constructed entirely of reinforced concrete.

The ground was smooth and solid, the walls on both sides still bearing the coarse ventilation ducts and rusty red slogans left from wartime preparations back in the years.

The unique cold war era sense of austerity and weight hit directly upon the lights switching on.