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After much effort, Zhao Ling finally managed to get Mark home.

As soon as I entered the house, I saw Ma Li sitting on the sofa watching TV.

Seeing Zhao Ling help his drunken father back, Ma Li got up and took her father away in an annoyed tone, muttering, "Drinking, drinking, all you ever do is drink. Can't you find a decent person to drink with?"

These words abruptly cut off the words Zhao Ling was about to say. He smiled helplessly and silently left.

Mark lay in bed and fell into a deep sleep. He slept soundly until dawn.

After waking up, he woke up his daughter, Ma Li, and they went to the sports field together. On the field, the father and daughter worked up a good sweat, and soon they were covered in sweat.

After returning home, Mark took a shower and felt refreshed. Then, he took Mary out for breakfast, and afterwards, he went to work feeling energetic.

Around noon, Tianye returned from the hotel to pack her things. She had already heard from Zhao Ling about Mark wanting to buy her a house, and she absolutely refused to accept it.

Mark had never actually planned to buy a house; he just wanted to use Zhao Ling to pass on the message to Tian Ye.

Now that Tianye didn't want the house, he was happy to oblige. However, when he saw Tianye return the ring he had worn for sixteen years, Mark felt a pang of longing rise in his heart without realizing it.

That lingering affection was like a gentle breeze rippling across a calm lake, leaving his heart restless for a long time. He gazed at the ring, as if he could see every detail of the past sixteen years—the laughter, the arguments, and the tenderness—all flashing before his eyes like a movie.

Mark slowly reached out and firmly grasped Tianye's hand.

At that moment, an indescribable emotion welled up inside him, and he couldn't help but say, "Um, I miss you."

Tianye's cheeks flushed instantly. She reached out and lightly slapped Mark's arm, saying coquettishly, "Your thoughts are so impure every day."

However, she did not refuse Mark's offer to hold her hand. Seeing this, Mark was overjoyed and picked Tianye up in his arms as if she were the most precious treasure in the world, carrying her steadily back to the bedroom.

Then, he eagerly rushed over. But Tianye whispered in his ear, "You'll have to put it on later."

Mark didn't say anything, but silently opened the small drawer by the bed and took out a box that looked very familiar.

Time passed quietly, and it was almost evening when Mark reluctantly took Tianye back to the hotel.

Tianye carried the somewhat heavy suitcase, feeling his legs trembling.

Seeing this, Mark quickly reached out and took the suitcase, easily lifting it up.

He said with a grin, "If you don't have the strength for this kind of heavy work in the future, just give me a call."

Upon hearing this, Tianye angrily retorted, "Nonsense! Who else would I turn to if not you? Don't you know how I lost my strength?"

Mark looked embarrassed and quickly turned and ran away.

Tianye muttered under her breath, "Damn man, I wonder if he's on drugs, how come he's suddenly so strong?"

After saying that, he touched his still slightly numb thigh, blushed, spat, and went back to his room.

Mark looked up at the sky and walked towards the gym where he used to work part-time.

The owner of this gym used to be his student. The guy was a bit effeminate, and his appearance was somewhat similar to a male singer from Cheng Yi's teenage years.

As soon as he entered, the boss clapped his hands and said in a high-pitched voice, "Oh my, Mr. Ma, you've finally arrived! You have no idea how much commotion you caused these past two days while you were away."

Good heavens, those female members were like they'd lost their souls. Many of them came to ask me, "Are you leaving? Have you moved somewhere else?"

As he spoke, he pursed his lips and elegantly smoothed his hair with his pinky finger, a gesture that Mark found rather jarring.

Mark coughed lightly and said, "Well, there's something I'd like to discuss with you."

The boss glared at him: "What is it? Let me make this clear first, if you're talking about quitting, I absolutely won't allow it."

Mark was taken aback: "How did you know I was going to resign?"

Upon hearing this, the boss immediately reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on: "Hey, so you really have that idea? Mr. Ma, do you think I'm paying you too little? Let's talk this out. I'll give you a raise. It's all negotiable."

Mark quickly waved his hand and declined, "It's not about the salary. I've had some things to take care of at home lately, and I'm just too busy, so I probably can't come here."

The boss was so anxious he kept stamping his feet: "What does it matter? Come back whenever you're done with your work. I'll pay you your salary as usual, not a penny less."

We've known each other for so many years, how could I possibly mistreat you? Besides, my gym is doing just fine, why would I be short of your money?

Mark quickly explained, "This really has nothing to do with money. There's something really going on at home lately, and I might have to go out again in a while, and I don't know how long I'll be gone. I was just thinking that it's not appropriate for me to be sitting here taking up space."

The boss shook his head vigorously: "No way, Teacher Ma, I can't agree to your resignation. As long as you don't leave, I'll double your basic salary every month, how does that sound?"

Mark was both amused and exasperated: "No, no, it's really not about the money. I just feel..."

The boss wouldn't listen at all, covering his ears and yelling, "Oh, I won't listen! Anyway, I won't allow you to resign. You can do whatever you want, as long as you're still my employee."

Just then, two incredibly beautiful girls walked by, giggling and pulling the boss's arms from either side. As the boss was being dragged away, he kept turning back and shouting, "Teacher Ma, you mustn't leave! Wait for me a moment, I'll be right back!"

Mark sat to the side, his eyes seemingly drawn by a magnet. One moment he was staring at the slender waists of the shapely girls, their delicate waists appearing almost too small to be grasped, like willows swaying in the wind. The next moment his gaze shifted to their pert buttocks, the rounded and elastic lines outlining youthful vitality. Then he looked at their ample breasts, truly a sight to behold, each part exuding a unique feminine charm that he couldn't look away from.

A little while later, the gym owner rushed back, his face beaming with smiles: "Teacher Ma, come on, it's almost time. I'll treat you to dinner tonight, we can chat while we eat."

Mark was about to decline when his boss grabbed his arm.

The intimate gesture made Mark feel extremely uncomfortable, giving him goosebumps. He gently pulled away and said, "Then... let's find a place."

At the dinner table, Mark was about to discuss his resignation with his boss when he was immediately shut down by the boss's rapid-fire remarks.

Mark patiently explained for a long time, but the boss acted as if he hadn't heard him and didn't respond at all.

Finally, Mark, utterly exasperated, asked, "Why is this happening? Why won't you let me resign?"

The gym owner looked at Mark with a serious expression: "Mr. Mark, you're my teacher, aren't you?"

Mark nodded, puzzled. "That's right."

The boss picked up his glass, downed it in one gulp, and said, "You've been working part-time here ever since I opened this gym."

Our master and apprentice have worked our way up from the very beginning, struggling to get started, and now our business is thriving. It hasn't been easy!

"Now that gyms are finally making money, tell me, what kind of person would I be if I kicked you out at this time? A true Beijing man wouldn't do something so tasteless."

Mark almost burst out laughing at his boss's confident demeanor; this boss really did have his own set of logic.

The gym owner seemed to have seen through Mark's thoughts. He put down his glass and continued, "Also, Mr. Mark, I actually don't want you to leave. There's something I'm after."

Mark asked curiously, "What ulterior motive?"

The boss scratched his head, a little embarrassed, and said, "The main thing is, you're such a manly guy. I know that in our circle, some people gossip behind my back, saying that I'm effeminate and girly."

But whenever a masculine man like you is in my gym, the atmosphere is completely different; it feels incredibly positive. So, whether from a professional or personal perspective, I can't let you leave.

System notification: Punisher, you have received a random mission: take charge of the gym, and you will receive a mysterious reward.

What? System, why do you have a second random task?

However, it seems I should pay more attention to discovering random and hidden missions in the future. But looking back at the previous random missions, most of them were given by important supporting characters.

Mark was engrossed in pondering the system's tasks, his brow furrowed and his gaze focused, as if everything around him was isolated from him.

Suddenly, an arm waved rapidly in front of his eyes. This unexpected movement startled him, instantly pulling him back to reality.

He then realized that it was the gym owner trying to get his attention.

"Please, Mr. Ma, promise me you won't leave!" The boss looked at Mark earnestly, his eyes full of expectation.

Mark shook his head slightly to bring himself back to his senses. After a moment of contemplation, he said, "Well, I had an investment plan in mind, and I was wondering if your gym needs financial support?"

Upon hearing this, the boss's already large eyes widened even more. His somewhat effeminate face was filled with astonishment as he stared at Mark and said, "Mr. Ma, did I hear that right? You want to invest? What kind of investment?"

Mark's lips curled up slightly, revealing a faint smile: "It means I'll provide the money to support you in continuing to run the gym. I won't interfere with how you run it or how you plan it. I just need to receive dividends according to my investment ratio."

Upon hearing this, the boss gasped, "Teacher Ma, this is no small sum!"

Mark nodded calmly, then unhurriedly took out a card from his shirt pocket—a black bank card from the film industry.

The card exuded a mysterious black luster, appearing exceptionally unique under the light.

He gently placed the card on the table, looked at the shop owner, and said in a calm tone, "How much money do you need? Name your price."

The boss was stunned, his eyes fixed on the black card.

After a long while, he seemed to come to his senses, and with a trembling hand, he reached out and picked up the bank card, examining it carefully from all angles, as if he were examining a rare treasure.

After a long while, he seemed to have finally found his voice and asked, somewhat stammering, "This...this is a black card?"

Mark nodded again without changing his expression, his eyes deep and calm, as if the black card was nothing special and just an ordinary item.

The boss's gaze darted back and forth between the black card and the Mark, his eyes filled with shock and disbelief.

His hand trembled slightly involuntarily, as if driven by an invisible force, and he reached out to pick up the wine glass on the table.

Without the slightest hesitation or even glancing at how much wine was in the glass, he tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

That was a full glass of baijiu! The spicy liquor poured down his throat before he realized what was happening, and he choked and coughed several times, his face turning bright red.

Seeing this, Mark smiled slightly and asked, "So? Is this enough for you?"

The boss, finally recovering, nodded hurriedly: "That's enough, definitely enough. Here's the thing, I only need 1000 million to open children's art, sports, and other training classes based on the existing facilities at our gym. Mr. Ma, what do you think of this project? Are you interested in investing?"

As the boss spoke, his eyes gleamed with excitement, and he seemed to be bursting with enthusiasm because of this new plan.

"I can assure you that we will be fully profitable within a year at most."

"Look, there's a small school and a large nine-year compulsory education school around our gym, so we definitely don't have to worry about student enrollment."

As the boss spoke, he gestured with his hands, trying to paint a rosy picture of the future for Mark.

Mark nodded slightly and said, "Alright, I'll invest 1000 million. How about the shares?"

After a moment's thought, the boss said, "Hmm, Mr. Ma, how about I give you 30%?"

Mark waved his hand dismissively: "Okay, that's settled then. You go prepare the contract, and I'll sign it later."

The gym owner never expected that the 1000 million yuan investment would come so easily, especially since the investor was his mentor—an ordinary-looking man. Just a few days ago, this man was working part-time at his gym.