Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1548 - 744:

The dark clouds hung over Yong’an Island, and the rain continued to fall without pause.

The cypress forest beside the building swayed violently in the wind and rain, producing a continuous rustling sound.

Large raindrops incessantly pounded against the glass window, trickling down in winding paths.

Fang Cheng leaned back in the wide leather office chair, admiring the scenery outside the window.

The cool breeze from the central air conditioning brushed over the desk, dispersing the rising steam from the cup, while the rich aroma of premium tea gradually diffused throughout the room.

From this prime position halfway up the mountain, looking down.

The fishing port, the town below, and even the distant churning bay were all swallowed by the mist raised by the torrential rain, leaving only blurred gray and white outlines.

This was the top floor of the True Thought Society headquarters building.

Originally the exclusive office of the previous Chairman, Su Jing’an, it had now been naturally assigned to Zheng Hongxin as the "successor Chairman."

Half an hour ago, Fang Cheng was still diligently training in the Abyss at ten thousand meters deep, successfully breaking through the barrier, greatly enhancing his skill.

Now, in a sudden transformation, he sat serenely in the luxurious office, enjoying the air conditioning and sipping hot tea.

There is nothing more enjoyable in life than this.

Fang Cheng casually placed his legs on the mahogany desk, leaned back, and hummed a popular song:

"I smile contentedly, and again smile contentedly, seeking a life of carefree joy..."

As he hummed, his gaze swept around, though his mind was full of doubts.

The office’s décor style was far too old-fashioned.

The room was filled with dark mahogany furniture, and there were several pale specimens of unknown wild beasts’ skeletons standing in the corners, exuding a creepy aura everywhere.

Fang Cheng pondered that if he really intended to continue as this Chairman, he must have these old relics and antiques removed.

He couldn’t get used to the hard wooden chairs and needed several large and soft fabric sofas instead.

Preferably ones with thick, high-density sponge filling, so sitting down would allow one to lean back comfortably.

In the corner, a large freezer could be placed specifically to store various meats and snacks.

As for the wall hung with an ink painting, it could be replaced with the latest smart TV, allowing him to play games or watch movies at his leisure.

Thump, thump.

Suddenly, a knocking sound interrupted Fang Cheng’s office renovation plans.

His eyes flashed slightly, and his spiritual power, which had just surpassed 80 points, swept like a radar, instantly perceiving who was outside the door.

Fang Cheng immediately stopped humming, swiftly withdrawing his legs from the desk.

Then he straightened his back, crossed his hands on the desk, and restrained his casual demeanor, adopting a dignified and deep leadership posture.

"Come in."

He cleared his throat and called out in a deep voice.

The heavy solid wood door was pushed open, and Zheng Hongxin walked in quickly.

The old man appeared radiant today, his posture straight, his entire person looking particularly energetic, without even bringing his usually inseparable cane.

Under his arm, he clutched a carved sandalwood box tightly.

"Chairman, the treasure has been brought."

Zheng Hongxin walked to the desk and respectfully pushed the wooden box in front of Fang Cheng with both hands.

Fang Cheng’s gaze fell, looking at the box that emitted a faint sandalwood fragrance:

"What’s in this?"

The old man had invited him to the Chairman’s office earlier, saying there was a treasure for him to appraise.

In dealing with that, it took about ten minutes.

Zheng Hongxin leaned slightly closer, with a mysterious smile:

"Chairman, have you heard the legend of ’Merfolk weaving cloth, tears forming pearls’?"

Fang Cheng was slightly taken aback.

He recalled having read this saying in strange tales during his school days and replied casually:

"Tears forming pearls probably refers to the flourishing seawater pearl farming around Yong’an Island. What’s in the box, pearls?"

"Not at all."

Zheng Hongxin shook his head and reached to unlock the brass clasp of the wooden box.

"Although pearls are valuable, they aren’t considered rare here. What I want to show you is the first part of that legend—the Merfolk weaving cloth."

As he explained, he opened the box lid.

"In ancient Xia Country folklore, the silk fabrics woven by the South Sea Merfolk are called ’Jiao Xiu,’ also known as ’Dragon Palace Gauze.’

" recorded a long time ago: ’Beyond the South Sea are Merfolk, living in the water like fish, without abandoning weaving.’ This material doesn’t get wet in water, doesn’t burn in fire, is extremely tough, and is considered the world’s most high-end specialty fabric."

"In ancient times, this was a precious tribute that even emperors sought but couldn’t obtain. It is said that during the Yu Dynasty, Emperor Mingde sent a fleet far into the ocean to find a piece of Jiao Xiu for a Dragon Robe, but ultimately returned empty-handed."

Fang Cheng raised an eyebrow:

"Are you saying the True Thought Society has such legendary Jiao Xiu?"

"Chairman, take a look."

Zheng Hongxin stepped back half a step, gesturing towards the box.

In the center of the box lay a stack of silvery-gray cloth.

The surface glistened with a pearl-like lustrousness, and under the bright office light, it subtly shimmered with a faint blue glow.

It was as if a layer of water ripples was gently undulating on the fabric’s surface.

Fang Cheng reached out his palm and pinched the corner of the cloth, gently rubbing it.

The texture was very peculiar.

Light as nothing, it felt smoother and cooler to touch than the finest silk.

Yet with a slight tug, one could feel an astonishing tenacity far exceeding Kevlar composite fibers.

"This thing..."

Fang Cheng’s eyes flashed with a hint of surprise.

"Chairman, this cloth is an excellent material for defensive gear."

Seeing Fang Cheng’s gaze captivated by the Jiao Xiu, Zheng Hongxin smiled and timely added:

"If tailored into clothing to wear, besides being impervious to water and fire, its elasticity is particularly commendable, allowing it to perfectly adapt to the intense muscle expansion, making it very suitable for mutants with enhanced physical bodies to wear."