Chapter 245: Chapter 243: Shen Yuan, Seems to Have Changed a Lot_2
Though small, the sparrow has all its vital organs, and the yoga studio had all the necessary departnts.
The transition team consisted of five people, including three from managent: Human Resources, Zhong Yu, Finance, Liu Lan, and Jingfu Yoga Studio Manager, Tong Wen—all had arrived here.
Looking through the glass as they walked down the corridor, they saw quite a number of mbers attending classes, which indicated that the yoga studio was not in the dire state of affairs they had imagined.
Zhong Yu was still finding it hard to believe as he looked over the store, “Aside from this yoga studio, there are three others, and just like that, they belong to our company?”
Jingfu Yoga Studio Manager Tong Wen also sighed, “Yeah, Mr. Shen hasn’t spent a di and has taken over four yoga studios. If it weren’t for the legal representative’s na, I would’ve thought they were opened by his parents.”
To be in managent, one must have so caliber, and it’s not like they hadn’t seen the world, but they really hadn’t seen such freeloading before.
Even though it was visibly clear that these yoga studios were profitable, there was an existing mber base, decorations, equipnt, and staff all present. If sold, they could at the very least fetch 2 to 3 million.
In other words, Mr. Shen had freeloaded at least 2 to 3 million.
Liu Lan adjusted her glasses but didn’t speak. She knew that ability was one aspect, but aside from capability, Mr. Shen clearly had an advantage in resources.
Putting aside the matter of the four yoga studios, just being able to complete the acquisition of Jingfu spoke volus.
However, the boss was not without flaws… at least not when it ca to won.
It was said that tomorrow, the company was to welco two young ladies, both university students, one to join her finance departnt, and the other, the operations departnt.
These two young ladies must be very pretty, which could be inferred from the likes of Consultant Liew and Fu Yingzi around the boss… Not only did he have a fondness for won, but there were also many of them.
Liu Lan felt both relieved and regretful; relieved because she wasn’t pretty and was over thirty, unlikely to fall into the boss’s clutches.
The reason for regret was the sa, being unattractive and over thirty ant the boss wouldn’t be interested in her, signifying she had no chance of crossing social classes.
People, sotis, can be so contradictory.
As the three were sizing up the place at the door, the original owner of the yoga studio, Zhong Lan, received a call from the front desk and was walking out, with Luo Bingying following by her side.
“I thought you didn’t have classes today, why did you co over?”
Zhong Lan asked.
Because her family owned a yoga studio, Luo Bingying would co here to practice yoga and Pilates during sumr and winter vacations.
Although the yoga studio was sold, Luo Bingying had an annual mbership, and Zhong Lan had also recharged dozens of classes for her, so even with the change of ownership, she could still use it until at least next year.
“I was bored at ho, so I ca out to take a look,” Luo Bingying casually replied, yet she craned her neck, her gaze seemingly searching for sothing.
Zhong Lan glanced at her and couldn’t help but smile, thinking she’s still keeping secrets from her own mother, with her expressions giving everything away.
Then Zhong Lan walked over to the front desk to signal the three from Jingfu, and shook hands with each of them.
As Tong Wen shook hands, she explained, “Hello, Mrs. Zhong, Mr. Shen is rather busy today, so he sent us three over to handle the transition.”
Zhong Lan waved it off, thinking to herself that it didn’t matter who did the handover since the paynt was already made.
However… Zhong Lan glanced at Bingying beside her, noticing a trace of disappointnt in her eyes.
Subconsciously, Zhong Lan connected this acquisition with the purchase by Fei Bing for over 4 million, which was then gratuitously transferred to Jingfu…
Could Bingying have so connection with the “Mr. Shen” they ntion?
Luo Bingying herself was indeed feeling a bit downhearted. After nodding to the group as a greeting, she promptly left the yoga studio.
Not even a chance to say thank you?
Shen Yuan, it seems you’ve changed quite a bit.
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Fanghuali Neighborhood.
After eating his fill, Shen Yuan got up, “I’m leaving now. Rember what I told you about buying the car, and also about work.”
Lin Yuchang saw him to the door, nodding earnestly.
“Oh, right.”
Suddenly, Shen Yuan rembered sothing, “I bought you a gift and so local products on my last business trip to Southern Yunnan. I forgot to bring them this ti. I’ll bring them for you next ti.”
“There are gifts too.”
The smile on Lin Yuchang’s face grew more content, as Zeng Xianyong also frequently traveled on business trips but never brought back gifts.
The only ti he brought a gift, it was a soy sauce duck.
Lin Yuchang incidentally saw the receipt and realized it was purchased at the high-speed train station.
It really was as perfunctory as it could get.
Actually, sotis, a woman doesn’t need you to buy sothing expensive; a gift is just a carrier of attention and care.
If you rember to bring back a gift for a woman while you’re away on business, she would feel that she holds great importance in your heart, and she would experience a sense of being needed.
“Right, I’ll bring it for you next ti,” he said.
“Thank you, Shen Yuan.”
Lin Yuchang sincerely gave Shen Yuan a hug.
Although she had just gotten divorced yesterday, today she felt the sum of happiness she experienced over the past year.
If only every day could be like this… Lin Yuchang thought to herself in silence.
Shen Yuan patted her on the back, “All right, I’m leaving.”
Lin Yuchang reluctantly let go, watching the elevator doors close until she shut her own door.
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Once Shen Yuan had gone downstairs, he didn’t return to the company but instead drove to Xiangzhang Golf Course.
Today was the day of an International campus small-scale graduate exchange, and Shen Yuan had received the invitation from President Yang Hongwei the day before yesterday.
Shen Yuan had looked up the golf course online; not only could one play golf there, but it also combined a tourist area, villa district, and high-end private clubs, qualifying as a comprehensive leisure holiday area.
The invitation sent by Yang Hongwei included not only golf but also a manor evening dinner and a wine tasting event.
This was Shen Yuan’s first ti at such a place, and he was curious about the kind of extravagant lives the local elite led.
Although he was considered a second-generation rich kid himself, there were different levels among them.
A family with an annual inco of several million also barely counted as second-generation, those with tens of millions were likewise, and as for those with hundreds of millions or those with family mbers holding significant governnt positions, there’s no need to say.
Shen Yuan belonged to the lowest class of second-generation rich, so, in the end, he was just a slightly wealthier country bumpkin.
He neither played golf nor understood wine, so he was really anxious about going to such places.
Compared to these so-called “high-end” golf and social clubs, Shen Yuan preferred to be in touch with more grounded activities like drinking, dining, KTV, and saunas.
Shen Yuan drove his Benz G-Class, arriving at Xiangzhang Golf Course just before 3 o’clock.
After presenting his electronic invitation, the golf reception manager led him into the course with a tour car.
The nearly thousand-acre golf course was a sea of green surrounded by many distinctive estates and clubs.
Their styles varied, with Chinese courtyards, French estates, and even European-style mini-castles.
The reception manager took Shen Yuan to a club known as “ngxi Manor,” hit the brakes of the tour car, and turned to reveal a professional smile, “Mr. Shen, we’ve arrived. You just need to report your na when entering.”
“Okay.”
Shen Yuan hopped down and strode towards ngxi Manor.
The reception manager was taken aback by Shen Yuan’s briskness, being used to dealing with the composed and dignified elites of Star City; it was the first ti he had seen soone so unbuttoned.
Walking down the cobblestone path, Shen Yuan arrived at the manor gate, where a man was waiting in line ahead of him. The reception staff seed careful and cautious as they verified the identities of the attendees.
The man in front was not in a rush, but after standing there for 5 minutes without resolution, Shen Yuan’s scalp began to feel the heat from the sun.
He turned to the staff and asked, “Buddy, what’s the holdup?”
The staff mber looked embarrassed and apologetic, “The gentleman’s electronic invitation is not showing up, so a colleague has already gone to verify his identity. Please wait patiently for a mont.”
The man in front, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, wearing gold-rimd glasses, although an involved party, appeared even more composed than the staff mber.
The man smiled amiably at Shen Yuan, “Why don’t you go ahead?”
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PS: There’s only one chapter today; the company won’t allow leave for overti;
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