At You’Er Mei, after purchasing a course and undergoing professional workouts, customers receive professional physical relaxation from experts.

The hostess stands before ladies who consider themselves socialites, discussing everything she’s experienced at You’Er Mei.

"You may not quite understand, that feeling, those masters’ hands seem to have a certain magic power, they always manage to find the sore spots on your body and resolve your issues..."

The hostess’s face blushes slightly, as if she remembered something.

A somewhat younger lady suddenly covered her mouth, "Oh my, did you just say ’they’?"

"Are they male, not female?"

The hostess rolled her eyes at her, "Please, can you expect people like us to have such strength in their hands?"

"After every workout, every muscle on my body trembles, groans, and aches!"

"They can help me solve these problems..."

The young lady again asked, "Do you need to wear clothes?"

Her thought process seems a bit different from most people, leading to some confusion. Just as the ladies laughed at how silly the question was, the hostess fell silent.

This silence caused the laughter to stop, and subsequently, some people’s breathing became heavy.

Perhaps realizing she might have revealed something, the hostess laughed and shook her head, "You must understand, those clothes are drenched in sweat, I can’t stand them for even a second."

"Moreover, those masters are professional, you have to trust them!"

Initially, she wasn’t quite accustomed, but after trying it once, she began to immerse herself in this pure enjoyment.

She didn’t have to lie in bed at home, waiting for two minutes to hastily tidy up, and then compliment her husband’s strength.

She’s had enough; only in the massage room at You’Er Mei can she feel that kind of ultimate joy.

It’s not a sordid affair; during the entire process, the massage master remains clothed and uses only his hands.

According to these masters, the human body, after intense workouts, produces certain hormones that disrupt the current hormonal balance.

If these hormones are not released, their accumulation can lead to changes in the body over time.

It might cause hair loss, dull skin, irritability, or mood swings.

The master also said that he serves many people daily; these clients to him are no different than training dolls.

In the absence of stimulation, under the seemingly affluent and lifeless existence, the hostess tried it for the first time.

An ultimate enjoyment, it felt as if she were soaring into the sky.

That day, she uttered many things she felt awkward and ashamed about, but the master continuously reassured her and promised never to speak of her performance or what she said inside.

From initially being reluctant to sweat all over at You’Er Mei, to now eagerly anticipating every fitness cycle, she has completely fallen for the place, and those somewhat magic hands!

Her eyes speak; this makes some slightly older ladies realize something.

You’Er Mei has spread across the Federation, with four branches in Bupen and plans for further expansion.

Housewives from middle-class families like hers generally have little social engagement; some even have maids at home, leaving them with not much to do all day.

Husbands in these families tend to be very busy, lacking sufficient communication with their wives. Coupled with the fervor of the feminist movement, it’s inevitable for these women to have other thoughts.

Apart from a few showing a blushed face, other ladies seem inclined to give it a try.

It’s time to add some fun to a dull life.

What’s the purpose of making money?

Isn’t it to enjoy?

When men neglect their families’ feelings in the pursuit of wealth, they should be responsible for any problems that arise later!

Yes, the issue isn’t with them, but with those men!

Klein, watching his wife at the center, smiled and waved at her.

The hostess returned a sweet smile and waved back at Klein.

Perhaps this is the life folks at the lower levels enjoy the most, a life freed from the worries of filling their stomachs, dull, monotonous, yet full of thrill!

The continuous rise in silver has allowed many in Bupen to temporarily achieve financial freedom, also boosting You’Er Mei’s business significantly.

Wood has completed his first and second phase of training and now holds You’Er Mei’s gold coach certification.

He can sell his courses to members; after deducting management fees, his earnings are split 70-30 with the company.

The company takes 70, while he gets 30.

It might seem a bit unfair, but it’s actually quite equitable.

Ordinary gyms can’t find such a number of quality clients, and this commission isn’t fixed.

Once the tenure at You’Er Mei reaches two years, five years, eight years, and ten years, the commission changes from the initial 70-30 split, to 60-40, to 50-50, and finally to 30-70!

Yes, individuals take seventy percent and the company takes thirty percent. Isn’t that considerate?

Do you think two years or ten years is a long time?

Perhaps for ordinary people, it is, but for fitness trainers, the so-called year is just fifty-two weeks—it’s a pointless statement.

It’s just that trainers’ work is more suitable for being calculated in cycles of seven days, which makes their lives very fulfilling, and the time passes very quickly.

In the gym, Wood is helping a girl with body sculpting. The girl seems more interested in his muscles.

She always touches Wood casually, which makes Wood a bit uncomfortable. He shouldn’t be on the "hunted" side.

But for the sake of money, he pretends nothing is happening.

After sending the girl away, he stands together with a few gold medal trainers.

Everyone wipes their sweat while waiting for new or returning clients.

"Have you heard?", a big guy suddenly opens up the conversation, "The company agrees that gold medal trainers can open their own stores and provides maximum support."

"You just need three hundred and fifty thousand to open a gym like this..."

Everyone showed expressions of longing.

The stores opened by gold medal trainers are called personal franchise stores. The special thing about these stores is that besides the standard management fees paid to the headquarters,

the course sales profit is divided among the store owner and the trainers in the store themselves.

In other words, as long as the gold medal trainers can open their own store, they can play the "seven-three split" game with the trainers under them.

As long as there are enough trainers and clients, someone calculated, earning thousands to tens of thousands per month isn’t an exaggeration!

Moreover, they are gold medal trainers themselves. They know very well how profitable You’Er Mei is, with private training sessions costing around sixty bucks, or even more.

This doesn’t include various other items, like lotions and towels.

These are actually part of the income too. Many clients almost buy a new towel every time they come.

In short, it’s extremely lucrative.

Wood was silent for a moment, "But store manager training and franchise fees are too much. Three hundred and fifty thousand."

This extinguished the hope in everyone’s eyes again. Is thirty-five thousand considered a lot?

For a gym, it’s really not much, but for most trainers, it’s not a small amount.

After work, Wood returned to his residence and took out his bankbook. Since working at You’Er Mei, he had already earned over thirty thousand.

All this money comes from salary, sales commission, and teaching commission.

He looks good and has solid muscles. Some girls and women buy dozens to hundreds of sessions, spending like they don’t care about money!

This gave Wood a more comprehensive understanding of Bupen, where people are much wealthier than those in Sabin City!

In Sabin City, even the wealthiest, wouldn’t casually pay thousands to tens of thousands for ambiguous physical contact with a fitness trainer.

But here, it’s very common. Various clients, with different tastes, make almost every trainer extremely busy.

There are female clients, naturally, there are also male clients, and those female trainers earn even more!

He recalled when he first met Lynch, and Lynch casually mentioned a remark—

In this era, as long as you lower your head, there’s money on the ground for you to pick up!

Now he feels Lynch wasn’t wrong one bit.

Suddenly, Wood seemed to think of something, and then, with hesitation, he made a call to Lynch.

"Mr. Lynch, it’s me. What you wanted me to do, I’ve pretty much done..."

He spoke cautiously. In Sabin City, he didn’t feel anything particularly impressive about Lynch, but after staying in Bupen for a while, he began to develop respect and caution for certain things.

Lynch thought for a moment before remembering, "Ah... I almost forgot, are you ready?"

Wood nodded forcefully, regardless of whether Lynch could see him through the phone line, and said in a firm tone, "Yes, I’m ready."

"Very good. Do you know what’s the biggest difference between you and Richard?"

Wood paused for a moment, unsure why Lynch suddenly mentioned this person. Instinctively, he felt some resistance, followed by a bit of fear.

Because Richard died, died unclear and quietly. He didn’t believe someone like Richard would commit suicide, but Richard died, which inevitably made him think a lot, given his police background.

Previously, he might have had some recklessness, but since having a family and children, he has adapted to this world.

"No, Mr. Lynch."

Lynch chuckled a few times, "Because you know what is yours and what is not, so you can live better than him."

"Soon I’ll arrange for someone to meet you. I might not be able to come to your opening, but I congratulate you in advance on achieving your life goals!"