"Scan the QR code."
Luo Feng said impatiently.
"Oh, okay."
Zhang Qian hurriedly processed the payment.
No surprise, the payment went through.
Of the three women, Zhang Qian was the most upset. She had actually misjudged him.
A fitness coach's salary structure generally consisted of a base salary, commission on class hours, and performance commission.
For someone like Wu Meng, who sold her own classes, she received both class-hour and performance commissions. Altogether, that came to 45%, meaning her commission from this sale was 16,200 yuan!
Including her base salary, she was guaranteed at least 20,000 yuan this month. If she worked a little harder, she might even make 30,000.
So I helped her earn nearly 20,000 yuan today?!
Zhang Qian wanted to slap herself twice, then wash her eyes properly.
She was utterly depressed.
The other two women also showed envious expressions. The way they looked at Luo Feng had completely changed.
He was not dressed poorly. He was simply plain and unpretentious, returning to simplicity.
[Amount spent: 36,000 yuan, time remaining: 11:09:51]
The prompt in Luo Feng's field of vision changed accordingly.
Beside him, Wu Meng clasped her hands excitedly.
Her face glowed red, and her eyes were so watery they nearly overflowed.
Her chest rose and fell continuously, trembling slightly.
At that moment, she felt that all the hardship she had endured this week had turned sweet the instant Luo Feng scanned the code.
Although Luo Feng still looked a little overweight and was somewhat older, right now...
He was the most handsome!
She would vouch for him, and no objections were accepted.
"Brother Feng, I'll take you to get your body fat percentage tested, then create a daily exercise and diet plan for you..."
"I didn't prepare lunch today. I'll treat you to vegetarian food, Brother Feng. It's inside the mall, and the quality and taste are both pretty good."
A moment ago, she had called him Brother Luo. Now, he was Brother Feng.
Her tone had also shifted from politely distant to a slightly coquettish voice.
Zhang Qian watched with clenched teeth. How infuriating!
Luo Feng followed Wu Meng inside.
At that moment, he noticed that Wu Meng's swaying walk had become even more seductive, with a slight bounce to it.
That ass and those breasts were definitely real.
As a veteran who had watched countless videos, Luo Feng made his judgment.
He unconsciously flexed his fingers, feeling as though he wanted to grab something.
They should be soft and springy, right?
No, I'm not that kind of person!
Luo Feng took a deep breath, his gaze focused without the slightest wavering.
From beginning to end, it remained fixed somewhere.
Wu Meng sensed something and turned around, only to see Luo Feng's fiery gaze.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly turned back around.
It seemed Brother Feng was no different from other men.
But he was willing to spend money on her.
So what was the big deal if such a handsome Brother Feng looked at her a few more times?
It wasn't like he had touched her.
At the front desk.
"Maybe Wu Meng was just trying to close a sale, and then, you know..."
"It's not impossible. After all, it's 36,000 yuan. Even if he has money, there's no need to buy ninety classes all at once."
The two women at the front desk maliciously gossiped, while Meng Qingyuan beside them shook her head speechlessly.
"Earlier, the manager promised to raise Wu Meng's commission rate, but she still refused to drink with him."
"That would have increased her monthly income by one or two thousand yuan. After a few months, that would have been over ten thousand."
After Meng Qingyuan said this calmly, she left the front desk.
Zhang Qian and Wang Yan said nothing more and merely curled their lips. They had only been gossiping to vent their frustration.
Of course, this was how many rumors began.
Watching Meng Qingyuan's perky hips sway as she walked away, the two women were filled with jealousy.
They thought that if she had not slept with the boss, she might have been worse off than Wu Meng had been before.
What was she acting so smug for?
At that moment, Yang Qing walked over from the direction of the restroom, carrying himself like a successful businessman.
"Ladies, I'll be going now. See you this afternoon."
"Oh, right. That poor guy already left, didn't he? I said he couldn't possibly spend money here. He should have taken a good look at what he could afford."
Yang Qing greeted the two receptionists. After all, they were both beautiful women, and something might happen with them someday.
But unexpectedly, after he finished speaking, the two receptionists glanced at him before turning their eyes back to their computers.
Wang Yan muttered softly, "What poor guy would be willing to spend over 30,000 yuan on ninety classes? He's obviously a low-key rich guy."
Huh?
Over 30,000 yuan, ninety classes?
Had he lost his mind? Did he really get so angry at me that he bled money on fitness classes?
Yang Qing walked out in a daze. He had imagined that Luo Feng would either not buy any classes or, out of embarrassment, buy a few trial classes at most, spending one or two thousand yuan.
But spending over 30,000 yuan on classes was far beyond his expectations.
If Luo Feng had spent only a few hundred or a thousand yuan, Yang Qing would have mocked him for paying to experience the lifestyle of rich people.
But after spending more than 30,000 yuan, it seemed the one being mocked had become Yang Qing himself.
He felt like he had swallowed a fly, sickened to death. Thinking back on what he had said to Luo Feng, it all seemed like slaps to his own face.
His face burned.
The more he thought about it, the more wrong it felt.
Impossible!
I must have misunderstood.
A poor loser who had broken up yesterday over the bride price spent over 30,000 yuan on fitness classes today?
Unwilling to accept it, he returned to the front desk and confirmed again. "Miss, that over 30,000 yuan for ninety classes you mentioned—was that bought by that loser surnamed Luo just now?"
Zhang Qian had been in a bad mood, but seeing Yang Qing suffer a setback gave her a small measure of comfort. She did not feel quite so miserable anymore.
She decided to press harder. "That's right, but Mr. Luo isn't some loser. He's a Tier 3 VIP Customer at our gym."
"Mr. Luo is even having lunch with his coach at noon."
"Sir, you're currently a Tier 1 Member. Would you like to buy some more classes and become a Tier 3 VIP Customer as well?"
Yang Qing's expression shifted. He wanted to save face, but at that price, he felt it was truly unnecessary.
"I have business at the company. We'll talk after I work out."
Yang Qing slunk away.
What a bunch of snobs!
"Brother Feng, your body fat percentage results are out. It's currently 24%. The normal range is 15% to 18%."
Wu Meng came out carrying a fitness backpack and spoke to Luo Feng, who had just finished the test.
"This is the complimentary fitness gift pack we provide. It contains a set of workout clothes and a set of toiletries, and the quality is quite good."
She bent over, opened the backpack, and displayed the items inside. They were all well-known brands.
Luo Feng happened to walk up beside her and fell silent as he looked at her suddenly raised backside.
The position was indeed excellent, but he still controlled himself and did not slap it.
"Okay, thank you."
He prepared to take the backpack.
Wu Meng smiled and shook her head. "Since the clothes are new and worn close to the skin, it's better to wash them once before wearing them."
"I'll take them to be washed shortly. By the time we come back from lunch, they'll be dry, and we can start training this afternoon."
Luo Feng nodded and praised her. "You've thought of everything. I'll have to trouble you with it."
Receiving his approval, Wu Meng smiled even more sweetly. "I have to provide Brother Feng with the best service. I'll go wash the clothes first. Two minutes, and I'll be right back."
After Wu Meng left, Luo Feng took out his phone, planning to scroll through some short videos.
A beautiful figure walked in.
Luo Feng looked up.
They're really huge...
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