Starting to Gain Experience from Push-Ups

Chapter 1450: Chapter 699_2

Fang Cheng agreed with a smile.

In the driver’s seat, Su Xiaoyong held the steering wheel steadily with both hands, eyes fixed on the road ahead.

The laughter from the backseat clearly reached his ears, but he never glanced sideways, remaining silent.

As though a dutiful machine component, he drove diligently.

Years as a scout had given him a keen sense of smell and the ability to read people’s expressions.

He was well aware that the little girl with the radiant smile in the backseat held an exceptional status in his chairman’s heart.

This was the untouchable scale, whether it’s picking her up from school or secretly protecting her, he must approach it with utmost vigilance.

The Bentley Flying Spur cruised smoothly down the wide city boulevard.

The midday sun grew increasingly glaring, baking the asphalt road and sending up waves of distorted heat.

The car passed through the bustling commercial district, the towering glass curtain walls gradually replaced by older, somewhat weathered buildings.

As the roadside trees became denser and more unruly, more electric scooters began weaving through the streets.

The speed of the car gradually slowed down.

Su Xiaoyong turned the steering wheel, avoiding a few pedestrians crossing the street, and smoothly entered a slightly crowded street.

The vibrant life on Old Factory Street was as rich as ever.

On either side of the narrow street, the street shops’ loudspeakers continuously played promotional ads.

Not far away, a strong aroma of marinated meat rose from the deli stall.

But today, the street’s activity was noticeably different from usual.

All the noise seemed overshadowed by the electric drills and hammering sounds coming from the 58th tubular building.

The entire building was surrounded by a dark green safety net and scaffolding.

Workers with safety helmets were busying themselves, up and down on lifts, working inside and out, quite a commotion indeed.

A group of street neighbors gathered in a shop opposite the building, cooling themselves with fans, pointing at the construction site.

Su Xiaoyong slowly pressed the brake, barely finding a spot to park the Bentley steadily.

He deftly turned off the engine, opened the door, and quickly walked to the back seat, bending down to open the main passenger door.

Fang Cheng, holding Wen Xin’s little hand, stepped out of the car.

Next, Su Xiaoyong took out two bags of high-class fruits bought on the way from the trunk, quietly waiting beside them.

The chatting street neighbors’ voices instantly lowered, and a dozen pairs of eyes stared over in unison.

"Wow, this car looks really imposing, even has a badge with wings in front, isn’t that the new Chery model?"

A shirtless old man squinted his eyes for a closer look.

"Chery, my foot! That’s a Bentley!"

The repair shop owner downstairs curled his lips, lowering his voice to inform:

"This car’s official name is the Bentley Flying Spur, it costs at least a couple of hundred W when bought, Old Fang’s family is really thriving now, buying up an entire building, driving luxury cars, even with a personal chauffeur."

"Oh my, spending two to three million on tin can to drive along this broken street? It’s sinful..."

Fragments of conversations drifted into Fang Cheng’s ears.

He smiled slightly, not responding, then led Wen Xin straight into the dimly lit hallway of the tubular building.

Wen Xin was in a very good mood, her small leather shoes tapping on the stairs, humming an unknown cheerful tune.

The hallway was filled with a strong smell of paint and cement dust.

Thump, thump, thump—

Occasional muffled sounds of chiseling walls came from upstairs,

Fang Cheng raised his hand to shield the little girl from falling debris.

Ever since he bought the entire tubular building, intending a large-scale renovation.

The original tenants of the building, unable to endure the large-scale renovation noise, have gradually moved out, leaving quite a few empty rooms.

He then relocated the Wen Family mother and daughter from the cramped damp basement to a two-bedroom apartment with excellent lighting on the ninth floor.

However, Fang Cheng did not directly waive the Wen Family’s rent.

Because he understood Wen Huixi’s strong self-respect as a single mother, he just symbolically charged a very low rent monthly.

Honestly, this old building’s renovation project is immense.

To reassure the remaining tenants, Fang Cheng acted generously.

He proactively posted a notice, stating that any tenants willing to stay and cooperate during the construction period would not only have two months of free rent, but also have their walls and ceilings renovated for free after it’s completed.

With this generous offer, the entire renovation plan progressed exceptionally smoothly, even the most picky critics couldn’t find a single fault.

The two of them stepped on the dusty stairs, all the way up to the ninth floor.

As they reached the corner of the stairwell, Fang Cheng heard the familiar sounds of laughing and chatting in the corridor.

Recently, his mother Li Biyun returned to Wanghu Town in the evenings, but during the day she stayed at Old Factory Street to oversee the renovation progress.

At this moment, she was surrounded by Uncle Chen, Aunt Li, Aunt Xu, and He Huiqin from next door, chatting about family matters.

Since the large flat on the roof was undergoing major demolition and renovation, the old furniture inside had long been cleared out.

Li Biyun had nowhere to settle, so she simply moved a few plastic stools to sit in the airy corridor.

"Oh my, look who’s back, our big boss Fang Cheng is here!"

He Huiqin, with sharp eyes, immediately spotted the figure at the stairway, and excitedly shouted out, a bright smile on her face.

Everyone stopped talking and turned their heads to look.

"Aunt He, Uncle Chen, Aunt Li, Aunt Xu."

Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, greeting them in turn.

Then he let go of his hand, took a bag of fruit from Su Xiaoyong and handed it to Wen Xin.

"You should head home, it’s dusty outside. This is for you to celebrate your excellent performance in the end-of-term exams."

"Thank you, brother! Goodbye Aunt Li, goodbye Aunt He..."

Wen Xin obediently bowed to each of them, holding the bag, and with joyful steps, ran back to her own home at the end of the corridor.

Seeing the little girl enter through the door, Fang Cheng then walked over to Li Biyun:

"Mom, why are you sitting up here with all this dust today, why not find a teahouse downstairs?"

Li Biyun patted the white dust on her pants, with an irrepressible pride and affection in her eyes:

"You spent so much money on the renovation, how could I relax with tea? Standing here listening to them knock down walls makes me feel at ease."

"Oh, Biyun sister, just enjoy your good fortune."

Aunt Li next to her was full of envy and sighed sourly:

"Your Ah Cheng is successful now, buying such a big building for you. If I had known he was so capable, I would have insisted my daughter marry him back then."

"Alas, just look at my daughter, recently she found some character, always idling around, making me so angry my liver hurts."

Uncle Chen from next door was a candid person and laughed heartily upon hearing this:

"That’s what you get for not recognizing talent. Ah Cheng was steady and smart since young, how could he be a match for your spoiled daughter?"

Aunt Xu joined in:

"That’s right, Ah Cheng is the golden phoenix that flew from Old Factory Street, who knows what kind of rich heiress he might marry in the future. Sister Biyun, you’ll just wait for good times and fat grandsons."

At these words, the smile on He Huiqin’s face froze for a moment.

She had always been thinking of bringing Fang Cheng in as a son-in-law, so when the conversation turned to rich heiresses, she quickly defended:

"What’s so great about those heiresses? Those daughters of wealthy families are pampered, have big tempers, and don’t know how to care for people or run a household!"

"Our Ah Cheng is a child who values old ties and loyalty. I think he should find someone well-rounded, virtuous, and family-oriented. Don’t you think so, Sister Biyun?"

As she spoke, she deliberately glanced at Fang Cheng.

Her direct gaze was akin to a mother-in-law sizing up a son-in-law, the more she looked, the more satisfied she became.

Li Biyun just pursed her lips into a smile, not engaging in this topic.

They all circled around Fang Cheng and his mother, showering them with praise.

As the conversation grew lively, suddenly, from the Zhou Family’s slightly ajar door came the crisp sound of shattering glass, followed by Zhou Peng’s thunderous wailing.

He Huiqin’s face changed instantly, and she slapped her thigh:

"Oh no, my little ancestor, what did he break now?"

Hastily, she called out and rushed back home.

Uncle Chen and Aunt Li took this opportunity to make their excuses and leave too.

The corridor suddenly became much quieter.

Li Biyun stood up, grabbed the plastic stools: "Come on, let’s go inside and take a look."

Fang Cheng nodded, followed his mother, and stepped into the large flat under construction.

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