Chapter 30: Feeding from Pei Yin

"Shut up!"

"SWALLOW it!"

"Ding! Sowing once, reward: Business Lucky Star attribute."

"All operating enterprises under the host's name will be 100% profitable, and the annual net profit will be over 20% of the operating revenue!"

Hmm?

This attribute reward

surprised Qin Feng.

Judging by the system's introduction,

from now on, all enterprises under Qin Feng's name could ensure 100% profitability, with a minimum net profit of 15% of the operating revenue!

This was a very high ratio!

Take Yongli Gym, for example.

As a chain gym located in the prosperous areas of the Imperial Capital,

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Yongli Gym's total annual revenue was over 200 million.

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But in reality,

after deducting sales commissions, coach hourly fees, venue leasing, equipment costs, maintenance costs, labor costs, commercial utilities, and a series of other costs,

Yongli Gym's annual net profit was less than 10%, which was at most 20 million a year.

Moreover,

Qin Feng still had to distribute profits to major and minor shareholders according to equity and pay corresponding taxes.

Calculating this, Yongli Gym could only create about 10 million in profit for Qin Feng throughout the year.

However,

if he could open a high-end wedding dress shop simultaneously with Yang Tao's assistance,

according to Yang Tao's preliminary estimate,

just in the first year, it could create nearly 60 million in revenue.

High-end wedding dresses had high profit margins.

After deducting various costs, the net profit ratio could reach over 30%.

That is to say, in the first year alone, it could create nearly 20 million in net profit.

Even if divided according to equity ratios,

Qin Feng could still obtain a return of at least 10 million.

This was much more profitable than just collecting rent!

Thinking of this,

Qin Feng picked up the materials Yang Tao had given him again.

It seemed this high-end wedding dress shop of Yang Tao's was worth pursuing!

Waking up the next day,

Song Qian didn't bring breakfast as usual.

It seemed she must have been too tired last night.

Qin Feng changed into his military training uniform and went out.

Just as he reached the entrance of the residential complex,

he ran into Pei Yin, who was pretending to take a walk but was actually waiting for him.

Seeing Qin Feng,

Pei Yin smiled sweetly and took the initiative to call out: "Qin Feng, over here!"

Qin Feng looked at Pei Yin with some surprise before walking over.

Pei Yin directly placed the breakfast she was carrying into Qin Feng's hands: "I know you're going to school in a bit and might not have time to eat breakfast. I happened to make too much, so I brought you a portion."

"Thank you."

Qin Feng nodded in thanks and asked casually: "Aunt, were you waiting for me here on purpose?"

"No."

Pei Yin's smile was a bit awkward, and she hurriedly denied it: "I just happened to be passing by, so I waited for you for a bit. By the way, my name is Pei Yin, I'm Qian Sanyi's mother."

"Okay."

Qin Feng responded and prepared to leave.

Pei Yin smiled again and said: "Then what time are you coming back tonight, Qin Feng? If you're free, come to my house for dinner?"

"No, I have things to do."

Qin Feng refused directly and walked toward the bus stop.

Pei Yin watched Qin Feng get on the bus before withdrawing her gaze, sighing helplessly: "So handsome, and also so full of personality..."

... **CHAPTER 74**

When he arrived at school,

the students were already gathered outside the classroom.

Xia Lu looked at Qin Feng, who had almost been late, with some surprise, then asked in a low voice: "Student Qin Feng, were you delayed by something today?"

"No."

Qin Feng shook his head: "Traffic jam on the road, delayed a bit."

Then,

Qin Feng stood directly on the right side of the formation,

leading the whole class, shouting slogans as they walked toward the large playground.

According to the training schedule,

today's training subject was basic shooting training.

Therefore,

the chief instructor had transferred dozens of military vehicles from the army early in the morning, which were parked neatly on the playground.

After everyone gathered,

the chief instructor gave an order,

and the instructors led the students directly into the carriages of the military vehicles.

Then,

dozens of military vehicles revved their engines and left Qingbei University.

This basic shooting training

was conducted at a professional shooting range within the military base,

and the military had specifically sent extra personnel to prevent any emergencies.

After more than an hour of bumping along,

dozens of military vehicles stopped one after another at the military shooting range.

As soon as the drivers pulled the handbrakes,

in the carriages behind,

many students were leaning over the railings one after another, vomiting continuously.

The smell was simply something else!

The situation in Class 3 of the Microelectronics Department was the same as the other classes,

with everyone vomiting until they were dizzy.

Seeing this, the instructor pinched his nose and comforted them with a smile: "Alright, alright, you'll get used to it after vomiting a few times."

"When I first joined the army, I vomited even worse than you. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because our driver squad leaders used to haul pigs."

The instructor laughed and stood up,

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only to discover that Qin Feng was completely fine,

and had already jumped off the vehicle in advance, standing far away.

After getting off the vehicle,

the instructor came to Qin Feng's side, looked him over curiously,

and then patted Qin Feng on the shoulder: "As expected of someone who dances street dance, your physical fitness is truly great. You could even go take the test to be a fighter pilot!"

"By the way, have you ever played with guns before?"

Qin Feng shook his head and answered truthfully: "No."

"Then I'll let you have your fill today."

The instructor chuckled and pointed to the shooting range in front: "It just so happens that the military is going to scrap a batch of bullets these few days, so you can all use them for practice."

"By the way, the best record for military training students at our base is 97 rings out of 10 bullets. I hope your score can be better than his."

"Okay."

Qin Feng smiled and responded: "Then I'll hit 100 rings to save face for the instructor!"

"Alright, I'll wait for your 100 rings!"

With everyone present,

they spread out,

and the instructor, along with two ordnance custodians,

demonstrated the basic usage of the rifle to the students together,

and specifically emphasized various situations that might be encountered during shooting, such as jamming or misfires.

Then,

Class 3 was divided into several rows,

and under the close supervision of the firearm administrators,

guided by the instructor, the students first practiced shooting with blank cartridges.

Because it was their first time coming into contact with real firearms,

the students, both male and female, were relatively nervous.

Some didn't disengage the safety,

some pulled the trigger on empty,

and some almost pointed the muzzle at others.

Fortunately, the instructor provided close guidance throughout, so no accidents occurred.

When it was Qin Feng's turn,

the instructor looked obviously tired.

He looked at Qin Feng,

then handed the gun to Qin Feng and began to explain the essentials of shooting movements.

After the instructor finished explaining, it was time for shooting training.

The instructor was just about to guide him on how to pull the bolt and load,

but at this moment, Qin Feng performed a backhanded bolt-pull directly.

"Click!"

A crisp sound rang out,

and the effect was instantly explosive.

The students shouted loudly as if they had gone crazy: "Damn, Squad Leader, that's cool, that's super cool!"

"Squad Leader, the way you pulled the bolt backhanded is really explosive!"

"Squad Leader, do it again, do it again! It's too cool, we haven't seen enough!"

At this moment,

the instructor was also obviously stunned,

because Qin Feng's backhanded bolt-pull movement was too cool and too proficient.

Therefore,

the instructor looked at Qin Feng suspiciously and asked: "Qin Feng, have you really never touched a gun?!"

... **CHAPTER 75**