Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups Chapter 1596 - 767

In the scorching midday of midsummer, in the old city area near the port.

The pavement was slightly hot from the sun, and both pedestrians and vehicles were rare.

Tall buildings crowded on both sides, casting large shadows, retaining a hint of coolness.

A black Land Rover smoothly drove into the street, stopping at a parking space in front of the Chenxing Import and Export Trade Company building.

Fang Cheng stepped out of the car, closed the door with a reverse hand motion, and headed towards the company entrance.

In the spacious ground-floor lobby, a few clerks hurried by with documents in their arms.

Upon seeing Fang Cheng, they all stopped and respectfully bowed to greet him:

"Good morning, Consultant Fang."

"Good morning, everyone."

Fang Cheng smiled and nodded in response, crossing through the lobby directly to the private elevator.

He fished a black magnetic card from his pocket, swiped it on the sensor, and pressed the button for floor number "6".

The first to third floors were office areas for handling legitimate business activities of the trade company.

The fourth to sixth floors were exclusively the domain of the Illuminati.

Without specific magnetic cards and facial recognition, the elevator couldn’t even stop at these floors.

Besides these, there were various monitoring and alarm measures, with security levels far beyond external imagination.

The elevator motor hummed as the car ascended steadily.

Fang Cheng raised his wrist to glance at his watch; the hour hand had passed ten o’clock.

It wasn’t because he had slept in that he arrived late.

Just two hours earlier, Fang Cheng had concluded his secluded cultivation in the undersea ancient city of Yong’an Island.

Using the "Silver Key" to open a Space Gate, he directly traversed thousands of miles back to his home in Wanghu Town.

He then took a shower, had breakfast, and it was already almost half-past nine when he left the house.

Recalling the morning when he suddenly came downstairs from the second floor, startling his mother who was sweeping in the living room.

A faint smile emerged on Fang Cheng’s lips.

At that moment, he could only make up an excuse, saying he had returned in the middle of the night last night and kept quiet to not disturb the family’s rest.

Luckily, his mother just complained a little and did not probe further.

"Ding—"

The elevator reached the sixth floor, and the car doors slid open to both sides.

Fang Cheng stepped out, walked through the carpeted corridor, and pushed open the heavy solid wood double doors at the end.

In the spacious chairman’s office, the central air conditioning sent out a breeze of cool air.

The desk was spotless, and the leather sofa was polished bright and clean.

Within the massive ecological tank, a few dragon fish wove between aquatic plants, lively and agile, clearly well-cared for.

A faint citrus-scented air freshener lingered in the air.

Fang Cheng flared his nostrils, instantly recognizing a trace of familiar Chanel perfume mixed in.

The only ones who usually come here for cleaning are Lin Chuqiao and Jiang Yun, who manages affairs on the sixth floor.

And this scent of perfume was uniquely that of Lin Chuqiao within the company.

Fang Cheng walked behind the wide redwood executive desk, pulled out the high-backed leather chair, and sat down.

On the desk were neatly arranged several folders, along with an imposing gold-plated fountain pen beside them.

Fang Cheng flipped open a folder casually, his gaze scanning the documents.

They contained procurement lists and financial flow statements that required his personal review as chairman.

He quickly read through them, then withdrew the fountain pen and signed his name at the end of each document.

"Knock, knock."

Two crisp knocking sounds echoed.

As soon as Fang Cheng looked up, the door was already gently pushed open.

A charming modern lady walked in on high heels with a radiant smile.

The visitor was none other than Lin Chuqiao.

Today, she wore a burgundy silk blouse, the hem tucked into a fitted black pencil skirt, perfectly outlining her impressive and graceful figure.

Her long, glossy black hair was casually pinned up with a hairpin, adding a hint of mature woman’s allure.

"Brother Cheng."

Lin Chuqiao held a Yixing teapot as she walked gracefully to the desk, speaking with a pleasant smile:

"I guessed you would certainly come today, so I prepared a pot of Biluochun in advance."

"Look, these are freshly picked premium buds from the Taihu Tea Garden, airlifted in just yesterday. They invigorate and clear one’s mind, the best for dispelling summer’s heat."

Fang Cheng set down his pen, leaned back in his chair, and thanked her with a smile:

"Chu Qiao, you’re very thoughtful."

Lin Chuqiao took the white porcelain teacup from the table and tilted her wrist.

The clear, bright tea poured from the teapot spout, its steam carrying the elegant tea fragrance between the two.

She set down the Yixing teapot, pushed the teacup next to Fang Cheng, while a faint hint of melancholy flashed in her beautiful eyes:

"Our Boss Fang has been as elusive as a dragon lately, leaving so much to this little woman here, while he plays the role of an absent shopkeeper."

Fang Cheng took a sip from the teacup with a slight smile, making no verbal defense.

Indeed, his main focus recently had been on secluded cultivation and breaking through skills.

Either he was leaving early and returning late, or disappearing for two or three days at a time.

Not only neglecting company affairs, but also significantly reducing the time spent with family.

"Alright then, since you’re here today, I have some work updates to report."

Seeing Fang Cheng’s silent demeanor, Lin Chuqiao quipped, then pulled out a chair in front of the desk and sat down to discuss business:

"Last week, the logistics department managed to bring in that batch of special high-strength carbon fiber equipment through the shipping channel. They are all currently stored in warehouse C at the port. I’ve coordinated with customs, and you can send two trucks over tomorrow."

"Additionally, using the trade company as a cover, we’ve successfully laundered those few offshore fund accounts on the books. Deposited in batches, the available funds in the East Capital Bank now exceed 500 million yuan."