Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1524 - 732: A Beauty’s Deep Affection, Grand Opening Celebration (Part 2)
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Fang Cheng’s mind flashed with numerous thoughts as he tightened his arm around her waist, meeting her breath as fragrant as orchids.
Then he lowered his head and kissed her.
At the moment their lips touched, Lin Chuqiao, who had been waiting for a long time, trembled violently.
She excitedly raised her hands, threading them through the lapels of Fang Cheng’s suit, hugging his neck tightly.
What was initially a tentative touch gradually deepened with Fang Cheng’s actions, and she succumbed entirely, responding clumsily yet passionately.
Like a traveler who had been trekking for a long time finally finding a spring, indulging in the sweet taste of it.
After a long time, their lips parted reluctantly.
Lin Chuqiao felt her legs going weak, nearly unable to stand.
"You bully, you just like to pick on me..."
She coyly complained, burying her burning cheeks deep into Fang Cheng’s embrace.
Her chest heaving with rapid breaths, rising and falling like waves, she couldn’t bear to look up at Fang Cheng.
Hearing her inverted accusation, Fang Cheng didn’t argue back.
He simply felt the soft, voluptuous body in his arms, and his smile broadened.
This usually astute and competitive elegant lady was now like a naive young woman unversed in the world.
The intense contrast unexpectedly added a touch of charm.
"Ahem, ahem."
Suddenly, two deliberate light coughs came from outside the office door.
Fang Cheng looked up.
He saw Professor Ye Zhiran standing at the door smiling.
He had evidently been there for a while and had fortuitously caught a glimpse of the two embracing and kissing, so he waited tactfully outside the door for a moment.
Until it quieted down inside, he finally spoke.
He adjusted his glasses and held a vintage pocket watch, reminding them:
"Chairman, Chuqiao, the auspicious time is approaching, everyone is waiting."
Hearing the voice from outside, Lin Chuqiao snapped back to reality, like a startled young deer, immediately breaking free from Fang Cheng’s embrace.
She quickly turned her back to the door, raised her hands to tidy her slightly disheveled sideburns, and smoothed the hem of her business suit.
She took two deep breaths, trying to calm her pounding heart and the blush on her cheeks, then pretended to be calm and turned around.
She didn’t even dare to look at Ye Zhiran’s eyes, kept her head down, and walked out quickly:
"I’ll... I’ll go check if the streamers outside are all set..."
Watching Lin Chuqiao’s somewhat flustered figure, Fang Cheng smiled and shook his head.
He raised his hand to wipe the traces of lipstick from the corner of his lips, patted the creases of his suit jacket, and appeared utterly composed.
The professor stood at the door and reported in a deep voice:
"Chairman, the monitoring of the surrounding blocks has been fully taken over, and currently, no suspicious persons have been found lingering nearby."
Fang Cheng adjusted his sleeve and replied:
"Good, the security aspect is in your hands, and I have full confidence."
Ye Zhiran adjusted his glasses and continued:
"Additionally, all current members’ identity information of the Illuminati was archived last night, and the background of another batch of new members has also been fully verified."
Fang Cheng nodded slightly, stepping towards the door:
"Thank you, Professor, for all the preparation work recently. It indeed entailed much effort."
He spoke as he glanced at Ye Zhiran.
Today, the professor, different from his usual casual wear, was dressed in a well-tailored dark gray suit, with the buttons meticulously fastened.
Not only was his hair combed back neatly and cleanly, but he also replaced his glasses with a new pair of silver-rimmed spectacles.
He looked refined and elegant, exuding a rich scholarly essence, as if he were indeed a knowledgeable scholar teaching and nurturing minds at a university.
After a brief conversation, they came to the hall.
The moment Fang Cheng’s silhouette appeared, the previously bustling crowd instantly quieted down.
Everyone’s gaze simultaneously gathered on this young man.
The surrounding clamor seemed to gradually fade away, while the spot where he stood became like the center of the stage’s spotlight, appearing so dazzling and striking.
Because everyone present knew that he was the absolute core of the Illuminati, the leader who endowed them with rebirth and strength, and irreplaceable deity in their hearts.
Lin Chuqiao approached from the side.
After calming down briefly earlier, the blush on her face faded significantly, and she resumed the poised demeanor of the astute female CEO.
"Chairman, all the procedures for the opening are ready, shall we begin?"
"Yes."
Fang Cheng nodded at her and stepped outside the door, standing amidst the crowd.
The summer morning sunlight poured down unobstructed, making the red carpet on the steps exceptionally bright and striking.
Flower baskets crowded the street, and around them were many bystanders and nearby shopkeepers watching the festivities.
Jiang Yun and Bai Ling played the role of ceremonial ladies.
They changed into fitted red cheongsams, smiling with trays in hand as they approached.
On the tray, there were red silk ribbons and scissors.
Ye Zhiran moved to the left side, and Lin Chuqiao moved to the right.
Both simultaneously extended their hands, picked up the long red silk ribbon, each holding one end, raising the large red pom-pom in the middle to Fang Cheng’s front.
Fang Cheng didn’t rush to pick up the scissors.
He slowly turned his head, taking in every face present.
From his uncle, Li Dingjian’s, face full of satisfaction, to Xu Hao, Xiao Shuai, and Pan Wendi, standing with pride.
From the burly Big Hammer and Fatty Hu, to the agile Monkey and Fei Ying.
And then to the vigilant trio of Li Jie, and Wang Li and Bean standing at the back...
Everyone’s expression was filled with enthusiasm, as if flames danced in their eyes, appearing especially bright in the sunlight.
Fang Cheng purposely gathered everyone scattered across the city’s bases for this sense of recognition and participation.
He knew clearly that building an unbreakable organization requires more than just displaying force.
Only by letting everyone personally engage in the process of the organization from nothing to expanding territories, sharing this honor, can everyone’s hearts truly unite, turning the Illuminati into a home they vow to defend.
"Today is the day of our Morning Star Trading Company’s opening."
Fang Cheng picked up the scissors, his voice steady and powerful, instantly penetrating the surrounding noisy city hubbub.
"This is also a brand new starting point, from the initial few people to today having a formal foothold, we have finally laid our own foundation in this city."
He paused for half a second, his gaze sweeping over everyone’s faces:
"The road ahead is long, inevitably filled with storms, winds, and challenging paths. But I believe, as long as we stand together, entrusting our backs to each other, no storm can stop our progress, and we will ultimately realize our initial dreams."
These words were ostensibly spoken to the few unaware ordinary employees at the hall’s edge.
But the deeper meaning was conveyed to every member of the Illuminati, striking their eardrums.
Fang Cheng withdrew his gaze and said loudly:
"Now I announce, Morning Star Trade, officially open for business!"
As the words fell, the scissors in his hand closed decisively and swiftly.
"Click."
The red silk ribbon split into two, the pom-pom gently drifting down in the morning breeze.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Pan Wendi and Xiao Shuai eagerly twisted open the flower tubes in their hands.
Countless colorful confetti and golden flakes fell like a gorgeous rain curtain.
Ye Zhiran and Lin Chuqiao put down the red silk, leading the applause.
"The boss is magnificent!"
Xu Hao’s face flushed, shouting excitedly.
"Wishing great fortune for the opening!"
Pan Wendi shouted along, grabbing a handful of falling confetti and tossing it into the air.
The cheers and applause from the crowd erupted, blending warmly and reaching the skies.
Fatty Hu grinned wide, clapping vigorously, while Fei Ying blew a loud whistle.
Even the usually aloof and reserved Eagle Eye let down his guards, a smile playing at his lips.
Big Hammer, Monkey, Old Chen, Wang Li, and others couldn’t hide their excitement either, some swinging fists excitedly, others clapping forcefully.
Xiao Ya and Bai Ling held Bean’s hand, jumping and cheering in the confetti rain.
Xu Kuan and Jiang Yun, the couple, leaned close to each other, faces filled with happiness.
Li Jie sat in his wheelchair, accompanied by two junior disciples.
His expression was somewhat dazed, quietly watching the scene before him.
Raised in a cold-blooded assassin organization, his memories were filled with bloodshed and conflict, never experiencing such a lively scene.
He directed his gaze at the man standing proudly, feeling an unprecedented warmth flooding his chest.
Fang Cheng stood at the center of the crowd, bathed in brilliant sunlight and swirling confetti
He turned his head, his eyes meeting Lin Chuqiao’s.
The two exchanged a smile, their hands quietly joined beneath their sleeves, fingers intertwined.
In this bustling morning, the Illuminati, this gigantic ship, finally borrowed the guise of commerce, sailing openly into the torrent of the city.