: The Careless Fitness Instructor, Mixing Protein Powder with U-Love-Me

"Coach Zhou...?"

She rubbed her eyes, not daring to recognize herself at all.

Zhou Ran, the guy who always wore Adidas and was always smiling as he helped everyone get their takeout.

How did he suddenly transform into a domineering CEO in a TV drama?

But this man is really handsome...

Zhou Ran nodded slightly to the receptionist and walked straight into the lobby.

It was 9 a.m., and there were relatively few gym members.

Store manager Liu Qiang was standing in the personal training area, reprimanding several new trainee coaches with spittle flying everywhere.

Why are you talking in such a professional way?

No, you don't actually think you're preaching and teaching, do you?

What you're selling isn't professional courses, it's emotional value, do you even understand emotional value?

Getting a member to renew your card is the best way to go!

The young coaches nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

"Everyone, perk up!"

Zhou Ran is a bad example!

He spouts technical theories all the time; if you didn't know better, you'd think he was preparing for graduate school. He's teaching his apprentice so much that he'll starve himself!

"If he dares to come today, I'll make sure he pays the price..."

The thought of Zhou Ran made Liu Qiang furious.

Other coaches' members have been renewing their memberships for ten years, but his members just leave after mastering the training techniques.

"Who are you going to kill?"

A detached voice came from behind.

Liu Qiang instinctively turned around, about to start cursing, but was startled by the scene before him.

Zhou Ran stood among the group of elite lawyers, his hands in his pockets, looking at him with a mocking gaze.

"Zhou...Zhou Ran?"

Liu Qiang's eyes widened as he looked him up and down, then he let out a sneer.

"Wow, you're dressed so smartly, where did you rent those clothes?"

"Is he here to play a domineering CEO?"

He pointed at Zhou Ran's nose:

"Let me tell you, don't think that just because you've changed your skin you're a boss!"

Hurry up and change your clothes to get to work!

Young Master Zhao instructed me a few days ago to take good care of you!

Clearly, Zhao Tao's ordeal last night hadn't reached the ears of such insignificant people.

Zhou Ran didn't speak, but simply tilted his head slightly.

The chief lawyer behind him adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses and stepped forward.

He pulled a document from his briefcase and slapped it directly onto Liu Qiang's face.

"Liu Qiang, right?"

This is the equity transfer agreement and business registration change certificate for Extraordinary Fitness.

The lawyer's voice was detached and professional.

"Just yesterday, Mr. Zhou Ran acquired the gym in its entirety."

From this moment forward, every brick and tile here, including the floor beneath your feet, belongs to Mr. Zhou Ran.

The audience was silent.

All the members who were lifting weights and the coaches who were chatting stopped what they were doing and stared at the scene in disbelief.

Liu Qiang frantically grabbed the slipped document, his eyes scanning the bright red official seal and signature.

That's the boss's autograph!

"Impossible...this is impossible..."

Liu Qiang's face turned deathly pale instantly, and cold sweat streamed down his forehead.

"Nothing is impossible."

Zhou Ran strode closer, looking down at the short, fat man who had once made things difficult for him.

"You just said you were going to fire me?"

Liu Qiang's legs went weak, and he knelt down on the ground with a thud.

"Mr. Zhou...Mr. Zhou!"

I was blind to your greatness!

I'm a snob!

Please don't hold a grudge against me!

"Don't touch my pants with your dirty hands."

Zhou Ran looked around, his gaze sweeping over the old coaches who had once ostracized him along with Liu Qiang.

Everyone who met his gaze lowered their head guiltily.

"Liu Qiang abused his position to withhold interns' wages, embezzled private tutoring commissions, and even installed a camera in the women's changing room."

Zhou Ran paused, his eyes turning cold.

"The finance department will settle these messy accounts with you slowly."

Now, you're fired.

"And you lot, pack your things and get out of here right now."

Zhou Ran pointed out several top-notch coaches.

These guys are so sloppy!

They secretly mixed U-Love-Me into the protein powder of their members.

Even worse, some people secretly sell banned muscle-building drugs, claiming they are all-natural!

At this moment, Zhou Ran used swift and decisive methods!

No nonsense, no mercy.

After dealing with the trash, Zhou Ran looked at the shivering interns and the hardworking coaches.

"For the remaining people, the base salary will increase by 20%, and the commission rate will increase by two points."

Remember, earn your members' trust through professionalism.

As long as you work hard, I won't let you down.

"Long live the boss!"

The cheers instantly ignited the gym.

Zhou Ran did not bask in the admiration of the crowd; he simply gave a few instructions.

I left the remaining coaches to maintain order, and then, guided by instinct, headed to the deepest part of the gym.

There was a rusty iron gate with a large padlock on it, and the cracks in the gate were filled with dust that had accumulated over countless years.

"Mr. Zhou, that's the storage room."

A sharp-eyed veteran coach, seeing this, quickly ran over to offer some advice.

"This place used to be where Liu Qiang stored away scrap equipment, and..."

"And what?"

Zhou Ran stopped in his tracks.

"And this place is really eerie."

The veteran coach lowered his voice, his expression tense.

"In the past, some brave cleaning ladies went in to clean, and after they came out, they had a high fever for a week and were talking nonsense."

Later, Liu Qiang consulted a fortune teller, who said the feng shui was bad and inauspicious, so he kept it locked and never used it again.

Upon hearing this, Zhou Ran's lips curled into a playful smile.

Bad feng shui?

What might be considered dirty by ordinary people, in the eyes of this demonic cultivator, is often a special kind of energy.

"I understand. You can go about your business now. No one is allowed to come near here without my permission."

Zhou Ran waved his hand to dismiss the crowd that wanted to follow him and curry favor.

Once everyone was alone, he stretched out his long, slender fingers and gently placed them on the rusty iron lock.

Click.

Without using any tools, the sturdy lock core crumbled like tofu at his fingertips.

Pushing open the heavy iron gate, a musty, rotten smell hit you, mixed with the smell of dust, making your throat itch.

This is indeed a storage room.

The treadmill with a broken leg, the rusty weight plates, and the broken yoga mats were piled up like mountains, leaving almost no room to step.

The dim lights flickered overhead, emitting a buzzing sound.

"Kid, something's not right here."

In his mind, Ye Futian's voice suddenly rang out, tinged with excitement.

"I smelled a nauseating yet incredibly sweet scent."

"I felt it too."

Zhou Ran narrowed his eyes.

Since reaching the third level of Qi Condensation, his five senses have already transcended the mortal realm.

Beneath the pervasive musty smell, a faint, chilly aura was seeping out from the corners of the room.

This aura caused the Yin-Yang Technique within his body to activate automatically, and the demonic energy in his dantian became restless.

Zhou Ran stepped over the clutter on the ground and came to the innermost corner of the room.

Several huge abandoned storage lockers are piled up here.

He gripped the edge of the locker with one hand, his arm muscles bulging slightly, and easily moved the hundreds-of-pounds-weight metal locker.

A mottled cement wall was revealed behind it.

On the surface, this wall looks no different from any other wall.

But in Zhou Ran's eyes, the wall presented a completely different picture.

"Demon Eyes, activate."

Zhou Ran silently recited in his heart.

His dark pupils were instantly covered by a layer of dark purple light.

In his view, the originally solid wall became translucent.

"A smokescreen."

Zhou Ran sneered.

The wall was protected by a simple shielding array, so even if an ordinary person smashed it with a sledgehammer, they would only perceive it as a solid load-bearing wall.

But in the face of cultivators, such methods are as clumsy as a child's trick.

"Break it!"

Zhou Ran let out a low shout, clenched his right fist, and demonic energy gathered at the tip of his fist.

boom!

He threw a punch.

The whole building shook slightly.

The seemingly indestructible cement wall shattered as if it were made of paper.

Gravel flew everywhere, and dust billowed.

A chilling aura, a hundred times stronger than before, surged out of the cave entrance like a burst dam, filling the entire storage room.

The light bulb, which had been flickering, exploded with a "pop," plunging the entire space into darkness.