Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1517 - 729: Part 2

Fang Cheng responded, casually closing the courtyard door.

He stood aside and watched for a while. With his master-level Tai Chi Boxing experience, he quickly noticed a slight stiffness in the elderly man’s force transition, and reminded him:

"Grandpa, when you did the ’Cloud Hand’ move, sink your waist and hip a bit more when shifting your center of gravity, and use the power of your waist to drive your arms, rather than relying solely on shoulder strength. This way the base is stable, and the flow of energy and blood is smoother."

Li Zhenhua stopped his movements and carefully pondered the posture he had just performed.

Then, according to Fang Cheng’s guidance, he slightly sank his hips and relaxed his waist, executing a Cloud Hand once more.

This time, the movement visibly became much smoother, with the previous stiffness completely gone.

The old man’s eyes brightened, and he nodded satisfyingly:

"Indeed, sinking down makes the base much more stable. Your insight is now even better than those master teachers in the park who teach boxing."

Fang Cheng smiled slightly, indifferent to being compared as a martial arts expert to the elderly who practice exercises in the park.

But truth be told, he had to admit that his grandfather also possessed quite some intuition in martial arts.

At this moment, his mother, Li Biyun, came out of the kitchen carrying a stainless steel bowl containing a few muddy bok choy.

She walked to the water well in the corner of the courtyard and turned on the faucet.

"Chengcheng, hurry up and take a shower, you smell like sweat. Breakfast will be ready soon."

She urged while washing vegetables and looking down.

"Okay, Mom."

Fang Cheng answered with a smile as he headed straight to the upstairs bathroom.

He turned on the shower, and the slightly chilly water washed over his well-proportioned body, taking away the leftover fatigue and sweat from morning exercise.

After changing into a clean and tidy casual outfit, he walked downstairs, drying his hair with a towel.

In the dining room on the first floor, breakfast had already been served on the table.

The freshly cooked century egg and lean meat porridge was steaming, accompanied by several plates of crispy cold dishes, a plate of golden-fried eggs, and a full basket of beef buns.

"Haa—"

Uncle Li Dingjian yawned, his disheveled hair untouched, as he came downstairs from the upper floor.

He pulled out a chair and plopped down, skillfully grabbing a bun and taking a large bite, mumbling indistinctly:

"Sis’s buns are fragrant indeed, waking up this early leaves me starving."

Fang Cheng also served himself a bowl of porridge and began eating.

Li Biyun picked up her chopsticks and directly plopped two fried eggs into Fang Cheng’s bowl, then pushed the platter of sliced sauce beef toward him.

"Eat more. You exercise so much every morning, it’s not good if your nutrients don’t keep up."

Her tone was full of concern:

"If your body is exhausted, where will you find the energy to work at your job?"

"I know, Mom."

Fang Cheng took a bite of the fried egg, crisp on the edges and tender inside.

Li Zhenhua picked up his bowl of porridge, blew the steam off the surface, and glanced at Fang Cheng:

"Today you’re supposed to report to the Special Search Team, right?"

"Yes, I’ll head over after breakfast."

"You spent quite a long time taking this vacation on the island. Once you return to work, remember to be proactive and build good relationships with your colleagues."

The old man advised earnestly, in a seasoned manner:

"Be diligent with your work so people won’t gossip behind your back."

Fang Cheng nodded, swallowed his food, and replied:

"Don’t worry, Grandpa, I’ve got it. I bought some local specialties from the island to share with my colleagues."

Li Zhenhua, hearing this, nodded in comfort: "That’s good, more gifts never hurt anyone."

Indeed, Fang Cheng brought quite a few good things back from Yong’an Island, which he had already begun distributing among family and friends over the past few days.

He picked out a string of high-quality, lustrous natural pearl necklaces for his mom, and a set of high-end, handcrafted fishing gear for his uncle, who loves fishing.

As for his grandfather, he secretly slipped him a bottle of the True Thought Society’s special brewed medicinal wine "Bichao Chun."

Although the doctors advised against excessive drinking, this wine used rare ingredients and was truly effective in strengthening muscles and bones.

Thus, Fang Cheng cautioned his alcohol-loving grandfather to take only a small sip before bed each day and avoid overindulgence.

For Ma Jianguo, Master Lin, and Wen Huixi, he also made a special trip to deliver some dried seafood.

The remaining contents in the two tote bags were meant for the sanatorium, gifts intended for Lin Yue and Master Sun.

Across the table, Li Dingjian finished a beef bun in a few bites, picked up his bowl to sip some porridge, and seemed to casually ask:

"Right, Ah Cheng, I’m heading over to the Jinshui Fish Market later. Is there anything you’d like me to say to the Professor and the others?"

Fang Cheng paused his movements of sipping porridge, aware that his uncle was referring to the situation at the Illuminati headquarters building, and replied in a calm tone:

"Yesterday, I took a stroll with Chu Qiao and explained everything necessary to her. You just focus on overseeing the preparations for the opening at the Hidden Cloud Cottage."

"Understood."

Li Dingjian picked up a piece of cold dish with his chopsticks and delivered it to his mouth:

"They’ve almost finished the hard installations there. Next is the soft installations, and some specialized equipment needs testing. I estimate it should all be completed by next week."

Fang Cheng nodded:

"Let me know once you’ve confirmed the opening date, and I’ll take leave to be there."

"Sure, leave it to me."

Li Dingjian patted his chest confidently.

The conversation between the two was quite cryptic.

To Li Zhenhua and Li Biyun, it seemed like the restless Li Dingjian was planning yet another new logistics business with friends, and Fang Cheng was merely helping keep track of progress. Hence, they didn’t interject, allowing them to carry on.

After all, Fang Cheng was proficient in legal matters, and his current status was different from before. As his uncle, respecting his opinion was only proper.

In fact, Li Dingjian is now considered the nominal majority shareholder of "Shunfeng Logistics Storage Co., Ltd."

As the overt front of the Illuminati, the company’s registration must withstand meticulous official scrutiny.

Fang Cheng’s current role is as a formal staff member in the medical post of the Special Search Team, classified as an official government worker.

According to Xia Country’s laws and regulations, government workers are strictly prohibited from engaging in business or running enterprises, nor can they partake in any form of interest transfer.

If Fang Cheng’s name were listed as the actual controller of the company, not only would it not pass political review, but it would also immediately draw the attention of internal surveillance departments.

Therefore, the equity structure must be clean and straightforward.

The registered shareholder list of the company contains only two names: Lin Chuqiao and Li Dingjian.

Lin Chuqiao serves as the general manager; she hails from a noble family with deep backing from the Pan Family.

Using her identity to hold shares can seamlessly manage official troubles like business registration, tax registration, and fire safety inspection, providing a natural shield.

Li Dingjian, on the other hand, acts as Fang Cheng’s full representative within the company.

He serves as the legal representative and executive director of the company, holding shares as a proxy, legitimately participating in the daily operations of the logistics company.

As for the vice chairman, Professor Ye Zhiran, he was the core member of the former "Ideal Land," with an extremely sensitive identity, perhaps even on the pursuit list of the Special Search Team.

Such hidden figures, naturally, cannot appear in the open. They can only serve as backstage consultants, responsible for the Care Association’s intelligence division.

The lavish breakfast soon concluded.

Fang Cheng grabbed a napkin to wipe his mouth and stood up:

"Mom, Grandpa, it’s getting late. I should head to work."

Li Biyun, rising alongside him, handed him two pre-packed tote bags from last night, reminding:

"Drive slowly, pay attention to safety."

"Okay, I’m off then."

Fang Cheng picked up the tote bags and stepped out of the yard.

At the entrance of the alley, a black SUV was parked, its body shimmering with a steady metallic sheen in the morning light.

Fang Cheng opened the car door and sat in the driver’s seat, placing the bags filled with local products on the passenger seat.

Then he pressed the brake and hit the start button.

The engine roared softly, smoothly driving out of the old streets of Wanghu Town.

The morning rush hour traffic had begun to converge, sunlight streaming through the windshield onto the dashboard,

Fang Cheng held the steering wheel, moving forward and stopping intermittently with the traffic, heading toward West Mountain.

He arrived at Cui Valley Sanatorium precisely at 7:35.

The guard at the gate verified the license plate and Fang Cheng’s work pass, then pressed the control panel button to lift the barricade for entry.

Fang Cheng parked the SUV in the employee parking, turned off the ignition, took the bags, and walked toward the office area.

The Sanatorium’s Building 3 is a red brick structure with a vintage feel, standing five stories tall.

Surrounded by dense camphor trees, sunlight pierced the foliage, casting dappled shadows on the walls, making the atmosphere particularly serene.

Fang Cheng climbed the terrazzo stairs, heading directly to the second floor.

At the corridor’s end, the door to the Traditional Medicine Rehabilitation Department stood open.

Even before he approached, he could already hear the voices of Lin Yue and Master Sun conversing inside.