I am not just a tycoon-Chapter 245 - 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 departments.

The transition team consisted of five people, including three from management: 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 members 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 dime and has taken over four yoga studios. If it weren’t for the legal representative’s name, I would’ve thought they were opened by his parents."

To be in management, one must have some 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 member base, decorations, equipment, 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 volumes.

However, the boss was not without flaws... at least not when it came to women.

It was said that tomorrow, the company was to welcome two young ladies, both university students, one to join her finance department, and the other, the operations department.

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 women, 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 same, being unattractive and over thirty meant the boss wouldn’t be interested in her, signifying she had no chance of crossing social classes.

People, sometimes, 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 come over?"

Zhong Lan asked.

Because her family owned a yoga studio, Luo Bingying would come here to practice yoga and Pilates during summer and winter vacations.

Although the yoga studio was sold, Luo Bingying had an annual membership, 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 home, so I came out to take a look," Luo Bingying casually replied, yet she craned her neck, her gaze seemingly searching for something.

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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 payment was already made.

However... Zhong Lan glanced at Bingying beside her, noticing a trace of disappointment 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 some connection with the "Mr. Shen" they mention?

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. Remember 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 remembered something, "I bought you a gift and some local products on my last business trip to Southern Yunnan. I forgot to bring them this time. I’ll bring them for you next time."

"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 time 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, sometimes, a woman doesn’t need you to buy something expensive; a gift is just a carrier of attention and care.

If you remember 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 time," 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.

…

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 time 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 income 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 members holding significant government 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 "Mengxi 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 name when entering."

"Okay."

Shen Yuan hopped down and strode towards Mengxi 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 time he had seen someone so unbuttoned. Your next chapter awaits on novelbuddy

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 seemed 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 member 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 moment."

The man in front, around thirty-five or thirty-six years old, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, although an involved party, appeared even more composed than the staff member.

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 overtime;