Chapter 141 Subtle Sympathy
When he returned home in the evening, Pei Song pushed open the door of the gym and was somewhat surprised to see Shi Yanchen doing push-ups.
He stood at the door and watched quietly. Shi Yanchen's sports T-shirt was already soaked with sweat, and his broad back muscles tightened and stretched with the ups and downs of the movement, as if containing infinite power.
MAX was lying on the yoga mat beside him, wagging his tail intermittently, as if counting for him.
"Why did you think of using the gym today?" Pei Song walked in. "Don't you like morning jogging the most?"
Shi Yanchen did not stop: "I have been a little out of exercise recently, and I want to stay in the best condition." His breathing was still steady, and the deep muscle lines rose and fell with every movement. "Would you like to try?"
"I don't have that kind of perseverance," Pei Song smiled and squatted down to touch MAX's head, "I was once dragged by you to go jogging in Country D, and my legs hurt for several days after I came back."
"That's because you lack exercise," Shi Yanchen turned over and sat up, raising his hand to wipe the sweat from his forehead, "Would you like to practice with me for a while?"
Pei Song shook his head, and an idea suddenly occurred to him. He walked to Shi Yanchen and asked, "If I lie on your back, can you still get up?"
Shi Yanchen's lips curled up into a smile: "Is that all the challenge?"
Without waiting for Pei Song's reaction, he had already laid down again, ready: "Come on."
Pei Song hesitated for a moment, then gently lay on his back.
Shi Yanchen immediately started doing push-ups, his movements fast and steady, as if there was no weight on his back at all.
MAX came closer upon seeing this, tilting his head to look at the strange scene.
"One, two, three..." Pei Song lay on his back, feeling the power contained in that body.
When he did the 30th one, Shi Yanchen's breathing was still steady and the movement of his muscles was not disordered at all.
"Are you just gritting your teeth and holding on? Or are you actually unable to do it anymore? Do you want to surrender?" Pei Song couldn't help but tease.
"What nonsense are you talking about?" Shi Yanchen laughed softly, "This is just the beginning."
After saying that, he did it twenty more times in a row, and his posture was still impeccable.
When Pei Song got off his back, his eyes fell on the fitness equipment platform next to him, and he became playful: "How about we arm wrestle?"
"Arm wrestling?" Shi Yanchen raised his eyebrows and his eyes fell on Pei Song's outstretched hand.
Those were a pair of well-proportioned hands, with slender, white fingers, and even the knuckles were beautiful. Those who are obsessed with hands would probably be moved to their core.
He walked to the edge of the platform and sat down, watching Pei Song sit opposite him and rest his elbows on the platform.
When he held Pei Song's hand, he gently stroked the soft palm.
"Ready, go!" said Pei Song.
Shi Yanchen's eyes were focused and sweat was oozing out of his forehead.
His gaze moved from their clasped hands to Pei Song's face, which was flushed due to the effort, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.
Gradually, Pei Song's arms began to press across the center line.
"I won!" Pei Song shouted excitedly.
Shi Yanchen grabbed his hand before he could withdraw it, and kissed the fingertips lightly: "Your hands are not suitable for hard work."
Pei Song looked at the man in front of him who had just done fifty weighted push-ups, and seemed to be thinking about something.
Shi Yanchen suddenly turned around and picked him up steadily.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Pei Song was startled.
Shi Yanchen held him and walked to the mirror: "Don't you want to see where my limit is?"
As he spoke, he held Pei Song and started doing squats, his movements still standard and smooth.
Pei Song could feel the muscles in his arms and thighs tense up as he moved, but he didn't seem to be struggling at all.
"Thirty." Shi Yanchen finished the last one without even shaking his voice, "Would you like another set?"
"That's enough," Pei Song said quickly, "Isn't it enough that I'm convinced?"
Shi Yanchen saw MAX hanging around and said with a smile, "There are even better ones."
Without waiting for Pei Song's reaction, he held Pei Song steadily with one hand and easily picked up MAX with the other hand.
MAX was startled by being suddenly suspended in the air and kicked his hind legs in the air, but he quickly adapted and started wagging his tail even more happily.
"How about it? Are you really convinced this time?" Shi Yanchen said in a relaxed tone, as if what he was holding in his arms were not an adult and a big dog, but two toys.
"You..." Pei Song was both angry and amused, "What's wrong with you today? Do you have to show off your strength?"
Shi Yanchen put him down gently, and MAX also jumped to the ground happily.
He pulled a towel to wipe his sweat: "I'm not showing off. I just want to tell you that I will do my best to make you better. Whether it's supporting your career, opening a new door for you, or protecting you from the wind and rain."
Pei Song looked at the man in front of him, feeling so moved that even his heart was trembling slightly.
The June sunshine poured in through the glass curtain wall of the SNK Building, and the atmosphere in the conference room was solemn.
"There are serious problems with Pei's supply chain efficiency," the financial director pushed his glasses, "the delay rate reached 15% last month, which has begun to affect the progress of the entire project."
As soon as he finished speaking, everyone in the conference room turned their attention to Pei Song.
There is inquiry, concern, and a hint of subtle sympathy.
But Pei Song just lowered his head and looked through the report in his hand, as if this was just an ordinary topic.
Zhou Feng sat opposite, a barely perceptible hint of heartache flashing in his eyes.
Shi Yanchen sat in the main seat and looked across the conference table: "What is the specific situation?"
"There are mainly two problems," Zhou Feng said, trying to keep his voice steady. "One is the low efficiency of logistics and distribution, and the other is the chaotic inventory management. Especially in the processing of cross-border orders, there are often delays."
Pei Song sat in the corner, unable to speak up to defend Pei.
International Financial City is a benchmark project of SNK, and problems in any link may affect market confidence.
During this critical period, the choice of supply chain partners must stand the test of the market and regulation.
"I have formed a special team," Shi Yanchen glanced at Pei Song, who was keeping silent, and added, "led by President Zhou, to assist Pei's in optimizing its supply chain system. Considering the sensitivity of the project and the market's attention, this team will operate completely independently."
He looked at everyone present and said, "Our dealings with any supply chain partners must be based on fairness and transparency. Any preferential treatment or transfer of benefits may arouse market doubts and affect the credibility of the entire project."
Pei Song nodded imperceptibly.
During this critical period, he must maintain absolute professionalism.
As one of the core members of a trillion-dollar project, he knows this better than anyone else.
Any shady dealings or nepotism may become the fatal weakness of the project.