8: Chapter 8 Your heart is beating fast, be more professional.

"Ta... take off my clothes?"

Qin Yumo's cheeks flushed bright red instantly.

She took a step back, covering the neckline of her sports vest with one hand, her eyes full of vigilance.

"Money can buy lessons, but it can't buy me!"

She, Qin Yumo, was a notoriously tough tomboy in the circle who only liked soft, cute, pretty girls!

Watching her look of "death before dishonor," Lin Yuan's mouth twitched.

"What kind of messy thoughts are running through your head?"

"Change your clothes and teach me. I don't want your sweat rubbing off on me."

"..."

Qin Yumo's expression froze on her face.

So... that's what he meant?

A mix of shame and the embarrassment of being seen through made her wish she could crawl into a crack in the ground.

"Wait here!"

She squeezed the two words through her teeth and turned to walk quickly into the changing room.

Since you're paying to suffer, I'm going to train you until you collapse today, you arrogant rich kid!

...

Meanwhile, in the Western Suburbs.

In the factory manager's office of "Wang Hongfa Meat Processing Plant," smoke swirled.

The air was filled with the slightly salty smell unique to the fresh produce section.

The pot-bellied factory manager, Wang Hongfa, held a teacup and eyed the young girl in front of him who looked like she had just stepped out into society.

Although she was wearing expensive clothes, her slightly trembling hands could not fool this old fox.

"Young lady, it's not that I, Old Wang, am not giving you face, but all the equipment in the entire factory is imported."

"And I'm only 5 kilometers away from the highway exit, so large trucks can enter and exit without any restrictions. There are no competitors of the same scale within 200 kilometers of here."

"Not to mention my high-standard cold storage of several thousand square meters; the electricity bill can save 15% compared to factories of the same scale, which is hundreds of thousands in net profit from electricity savings alone in a year."

"One price: 60 million. We won't talk if it's a penny less."

He was certain that Su Xiaonuan was just a small assistant sent by some big boss to scout the way, and he intended to jack up the price on the spot.

When he saw the big boss in person, he would then make a token concession of a few hundred thousand.

"Is your boss too afraid to come? Did he send a young girl to chat with me? How about this, let's have dinner together tonight, and we can discuss the price properly."

If it were the old Su Xiaonuan, facing such a greasy fat man who wouldn't even pour a cup of water, she probably would have been too scared to speak.

But right now, the fear had mostly faded from her usually timid eyes.

She was representing Boss Lin now!

Su Xiaonuan didn't haggle with Wang Hongfa; instead, she took out her phone, opened a PDF file she had prepared in advance, and spoke with a slightly trembling voice.

"Manager Wang, according to industrial and commercial data, your factory has been losing money for three consecutive quarters, and your bank loans of 34 million are all overdue."

"Pork prices have plummeted in the last two months, and your cold storage burns through nearly 200,000 in electricity bills every month. The liquid capital in your account won't last until next month."

"If you drag this on for another six months, this place will go into bankruptcy liquidation. By then, let alone 60 million, you might not even find someone to take it over for 30 million."

The fat on Wang Hongfa's face trembled violently, his fingers holding the cigarette shook, and ash fell onto his trousers.

Su Xiaonuan didn't give him time to react, her aura suddenly increasing.

"I will pay you a 2 million deposit of intent now. Within three days, you dismiss all employees, and I will pay another 8 million as a down payment."

"The remaining 40 million balance,"

Su Xiaonuan paused,

"will be settled in three months, along with the electricity bills during this period. The more than one hundred tons of unsold frozen pork in your cold storage will belong to us."

"Or, I'll find another place."

Wang Hongfa slammed the table and stood up, the smell of smoke from his mouth rushing towards her:

"You little brat, are you playing with me? Pay 40 million in three months? Why should I trust you!"

"And my pork is worth over a million!"

Su Xiaonuan met his gaze with no fluctuation on her face:

"Because tomorrow you will face a bank loan withdrawal, and next week you won't even be able to pay your workers' wages."

"Manager Wang, my boss is the only lifeline you can grab onto right now."

Wang Hongfa slumped back into his chair, fine sweat breaking out on his forehead.

"Can... can you add a bit more?"

Su Xiaonuan said nothing, picked up her bag, and made a move to leave.

"Wait!" Wang Hongfa was like a deflated ball, completely losing his temper.

"Add another 500,000... I..."

Su Xiaonuan had already reached the door, turned her head slightly, and looked at him:

"You smoked in front of me, so I don't want to add a single penny for you."

Wang Hongfa hurriedly put out the cigarette butt, doused it with tea, and his face was full of ingratiating smiles.

"200,000, add it to the balance." Su Xiaonuan then nodded.

Actually, it wouldn't matter if she added 100 million to the balance, but Su Xiaonuan just didn't like this fat man and wanted to disgust him on purpose.

Boss Lin had made it very clear what the situation would be like in three months.

She could only accept Boss Lin smoking in front of her.

After signing the contract, Su Xiaonuan pushed open the heavy iron door leading to the underground cold storage.

Rumble—

A wave of icy cold air rushed towards her.

What appeared before her eyes was a massive underground space capable of holding 2,000 tons of supplies!

Rows of shelves reached up to the high vaulted ceiling, condensation pipes wound and crisscrossed, and the exhaust fan units hummed at a low frequency; the entire space was like a dormant giant beast, just waiting to be fed.

Su Xiaonuan's heart began to beat violently.

Here would be the starting point of Boss Lin's doomsday fortress!

She hadn't messed it up.

She took out her phone, took a few photos, and sent that text message with slightly trembling fingertips.

[Boss Lin, mission accomplished.]

...

Gym, VIP closed training room.

Qin Yumo changed into a brand-new sportswear outfit. She pointed to a specially made heavy sandbag and said to Lin Yuan:

"Warm up, hit it one hundred times."

However, Lin Yuan just stood casually, twisted his wrist, and threw a heavy punch!

Bang—!

A terrifyingly loud noise echoed through the closed training room!

The sandbag flew like a cannonball out of a chamber, flying more than three meters away and slamming heavily against the wall with a dull thud.

Qin Yumo had seen boxing champions and had trained ruthless fighters from underground boxing matches.

But that punch didn't have any complete force chain; it was purely raw muscular strength.

In other words, this man hadn't even used 50% of his strength.

Lin Yuan shook his slightly numb wrist and frowned.

"My strength is growing too fast, and my body's neural response and muscle control can't keep up at all."

He looked at the stunned Qin Yumo, his voice cold and hard.

"Your task is to teach me how to perfectly control every muscle in my body and convert every bit of strength into the most efficient lethality."

The training officially began.

Qin Yumo quickly got into the zone.

"The way you're exerting force is wrong! Your core isn't tightened! Use your waist and abdomen to lead, not raw strength!"

She had to get up close, using her hands to correct every one of Lin Yuan's movements and feel the exertion points of his muscles.

However, every physical contact made her heart race.

The temperature of Lin Yuan's body was as hot as a furnace, and that intense, extreme masculine hormonal scent kept assaulting her.

Qin Yumo was shocked to find that she was suddenly feeling dry-mouthed.

[Ding! Target Qin Yumo (Beauty 85), Favorability +2%, Current Favorability: 7%!]

Lin Yuan noticed the disorder in her breathing rhythm and casually teased her.

"Coach Qin, your heartbeat is very fast. Be professional."

"I..."

Qin Yumo was mortified, yet she couldn't refute a single word.

Just then, Lin Yuan's phone, placed to the side, rang.

It was Su Xiaonuan.

"Boss Lin, the cold storage has been secured..."

The voice on the other end of the phone carried a hint of excitement, as if seeking credit, but quickly became timid again,

"Um... I was kicked out of the company apartment, and now I have nowhere to go..."

"I wanted to ask, roughly where is our doomsday fortress? I'd like to rent a place to live nearby first..."

Lin Yuan only then remembered that he had given his villa to Shen Qingyue.

He was now also a homeless "drifter."

Before the doomsday fortress was built, he really did need a place to stay.

He turned his head and looked at Qin Yumo, who was still panting heavily and covered in fragrant sweat, and asked abruptly:

"Where do you live?"

Qin Yumo was stunned by the question and subconsciously gave the address: "Western District, Building 3, Rose Garden Residential Area..."

Lin Yuan nodded and directly gave the order to Su Xiaonuan on the other end of the phone:

"Go to Building 3, Rose Garden Residential Area and rent a larger apartment. For the next few months, we two will just make do and live together."

On the other end of the phone, Su Xiaonuan's brain instantly crashed.

Live... live together?!

And she had clearly heard the sound of another woman panting heavily on the phone just now!

Boss Lin... is he trying to start a harem?!

Su Xiaonuan's cheeks were so red they were about to bleed.

And Lin Yuan, having hung up the phone, had no idea how much nonsense his loyal little secretary had imagined.

His gaze was fixed on the television on the wall, which was playing the news.

[Latest news from this station: Around 7:00 PM this evening, a rare highly acidic hail fell from the sky in the Northern District of Jiang City...]

Lin Yuan's pupils contracted slightly.

In his previous life, the first highly acidic hail appeared a month later.

Now, it was a full thirty days early.

He had to speed up his progress.