Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1526 - 733_2

Behind the wide office desk, Jiang Yun was buried in a thick stack of résumés, writing and marking things down.

Hearing movement, she looked up and saw it was Fang Cheng and Lin Chuqiao, and immediately stood up.

"Chairman, Sister Lin."

Jiang Yun’s form of address switched automatically in private, her tone crisp and capable, clearly already fully adapted to the work here.

Fang Cheng waved his hand, signaling her to sit down:

"How’s the recruitment progressing?"

"According to Sister Lin’s instructions, we’re speeding up the screening for the front-facing sales staff and admin/logistics positions."

Jiang Yun picked up a report and handed it over, explaining:

"But the people who meet our covert screening standards—retired personnel or talents with special Skills that we can absorb into the organization’s outer circle—are still being scouted through headhunting firms. It’ll take a bit of time."

"No rush, better short than shoddy."

Seeing her serious and responsible attitude, Fang Cheng was satisfied. After a brief few instructions, he headed toward the finance department opposite.

The finance office was exceptionally quiet, with only the tapping of calculators and the rustle of turning pages.

Wang Li, in a slightly worn white shirt, was sitting in front of a computer, checking the dense financial data on the screen.

As an ordinary person working among a group of Superpower-wielding elites, and being entrusted with managing a huge capital flow and complex offshore accounts, his heart was actually full of anxiety.

When he saw Fang Cheng push the door open and come in, he immediately put down his work, hurried up to him, and bent slightly at the waist, his attitude extremely respectful.

"Chairman, you’re here."

Wang Li’s eyes were filled with respect and gratitude.

Fang Cheng had not only rescued his daughter from the clutches of a gang, but had also put up money and effort to arrange for his wife, who suffered from uremia, to be treated in the best hospital in East Capital.

This favor, coupled with the appreciation he’d now received, made him want to pour every ounce of energy into his work.

"Old Wang, how are you adapting?"

Looking at the mountain of ledgers piled on his desk, Fang Cheng asked gently.

"Rest assured, I’ve done double-layer encryption for all the accounts."

Wang Li straightened his back, his tone firm:

"As long as I’m in this position, the organization’s cash flow will be absolutely clean. No one will be able to find any issues."

"Very good. Don’t overwork yourself—make more time to visit your wife and kid at the hospital."

Fang Cheng patted his shoulder, giving him full affirmation.

After saying goodbye to Wang Li, the office of the executive director and head of the business department was at the end of the corridor.

Through the half-open venetian blinds, Fang Cheng saw his uncle Li Dingjian with a stack of English-only import/export trade contracts in hand, checking them word by word against a dictionary.

As Fang Cheng’s uncle, Li Dingjian held a very special status within the Illuminati, nominally also carrying the title of deputy director of the Intelligence Department,

He could be said to be, aside from Fang Cheng, the most senior and most trusted core member.

Now, dressed in a sharp suit, he was painstakingly gnawing his way through those obscure business texts for the sake of his nephew’s enterprise.

The old image of a man addicted to gambling, frivolous and lazy, had completely vanished without a trace.

Fang Cheng stood outside the door watching for a while, not going in to disturb him, just letting a relieved smile tug at the corner of his mouth.

This change in his uncle was more precious to him than any powerful subordinate they could recruit.

Lin Chuqiao also slowed her steps, avoiding the sound of her heels on the floor so as not to disturb the hard-studying Li Dingjian.

Leaving the third floor, the two went up the stairs to the fourth, continuing their inspection.

At the corridor entrance, a heavy electronic metal door had been installed, completely cutting off the space between the upper and lower floors.

"Brother Cheng, this is the first security gate of the Illuminati’s core zone. Ordinary employees’ access cards can’t open it."

As she explained, Lin Chuqiao walked up to the door.

She then took out a special black magnetic card from her bag, swiped it, and verified her fingerprint on the screen.

With a dull mechanical sound, the door slowly slid open to both sides.

The fourth floor belonged to the Illuminati’s Intelligence Department and Action Department office area, with any non-core members strictly forbidden to set foot inside.

The atmosphere instantly became more tranquil, even the air carrying a faint solemnity.

The first thing that caught their eyes was the archive room on the left.

Two tall rows of compact metal cabinets stood in the room.

Professor Ye Zhiran was standing at the long table, binding stacks of sorted paper documents into volumes.

Xiao Ya, like a well-behaved student, was helping him feed useless discarded documents into the shredder.

"Chairman."

Ye Zhiran stopped what he was doing, pushed up his new glasses on the bridge of his nose, and came forward.

"How’s the intelligence collation on the Noah Organization and Ideal Land?"

Fang Cheng walked to the table and casually opened a file.

"We’ve cross-compared all the fragmentary information we obtained earlier."

Ye Zhiran pointed to a tactical whiteboard on the wall, which was covered with photos and relationship lines between people:

"Although these two organizations are deeply hidden, as long as they’re active in this world, they’re bound to leave traces."

"I’ve already sent Monkey to make contact with several intelligence brokers in the underground Black Market, hoping to dig up more leads."

Fang Cheng nodded, completely confident in the Professor’s professional capabilities.

Opposite the archive room was a monitoring room separated by bulletproof glass, right next to the humming server room.

They pushed the door open; dozens of high-definition LCD screens took up an entire wall.

Li Jie sat in a special wheeled office chair, his sharp gaze sweeping over the constantly shifting images on the screens.

Li Ran and Li Fei were seated at the computers on either side, their fingers flying across the keyboards as green code scrolled rapidly down their screens.

"Chairman!"

When the three saw Fang Cheng come in, they all stopped what they were doing.

"How’s the monitoring network coming along?"

Looking at the live feed of the streets around the fish market on the screens, Fang Cheng asked.

"We’ve quietly taken over all the public cameras within a ten-kilometer radius of headquarters and implanted low-level backdoor programs."

Li Fei hit the Enter key and pulled up a set of data charts:

"Big Brother Li Jie has rewritten the firewall protocol. Now the server room isn’t just heavily defended physically; its network security level has reached military grade. Any external IP that tries to intrude will be locked on instantly and traced back."

As Elites from an international Assassin organization, they were not only masters of stealth and killing, but also some of the world’s top-tier hackers.

Listening to this professional report, Fang Cheng gave them a few words of approving praise.

Leaving the monitoring room, Lin Chuqiao pointed to a sealed metal door without a room number at the deeper end of the corridor.

"Brother Cheng, that’s the specially refitted high-grade storage room. The wall cavities are filled with lead plates, and it has an independent constant-temperature and constant-humidity system."

Fang Cheng followed the direction of her finger.

Behind that door, more than twenty pieces of "Ancient Relics" they had brought back from Yong’an Island were stored intact.

Keeping them here not only blocks radiation and ensures safety, but also allows them to be taken out at any time to replenish the Dantian Qi Sea.

Without slowing, the two continued upward to the fifth floor.

As soon as they stepped onto the floor, a crisp clanging of metal sounded from a room on the east side of the corridor.

This was where the logistics department’s equipment section was located.

They pushed open the heavy soundproof door, and a strong smell of gun oil and metal cutting rushed out.

Xu Kuan was wearing a work apron stained with grease, sitting at a large workbench.

He had a monocle magnifier over his left eye and a file in his hand, meticulously polishing a disassembled assault rifle.

The complex mechanical structures seemed to have Life Force of their own, yielding to his hands as he assembled them.

His Talent for "Mechanical Intuition" was on full display at this moment.

"Chairman, you’re here!"

Xu Kuan put down the parts in his hand, grabbed a rag to wipe his hands, and reported excitedly:

"Recently, besides reinforcing the chassis and doing bulletproof mods on the company’s vans, I’ve been studying these guys nonstop."

"Just now I adjusted the tension of the recoil spring and changed the size of the gas port. The rate of fire and Penetration of this gun are now at least twenty percent higher than the stock version!"

Seeing him happily immersed in weapons modification, Fang Cheng smiled and encouraged him a bit, reminding him to pay attention to safety, then stepped back out.

The rest of the fifth floor had been divided into a rest area for core members.

Along the long corridor, fifteen rooms with private bathrooms were evenly spaced on both sides, enough to meet the current accommodation needs of the core members.

Fang Cheng noticed that two of the doors had indicator lights on, showing that someone was inside.