Today's tutelary fort remains peaceful.

"..." Maryland picked at her ears in an unladylike manner and sighed, "Was today's training too intense? I think I'm hallucinating."

"It's not an auditory hallucination, I heard it too." Tennessee's expression was a little strange. She stood up, walked around the equipment next to her and came to the aisle. George Evlov, a girl wearing a black sports vest and white shorts, was leading a few familiar faces towards this side.

"Admiral? Why are you here?" Tennessee came over.

"It's... Tennessee." Xue Cheng hesitated. The girl opposite him had neat short golden hair, and a neutral and handsome face with smooth muscle lines. Although she did not have the delicate beauty of a woman, she had an indescribable charm.

She looked at him and smiled. Her bright and sunny smile was filled with enthusiasm, which made Xue Cheng's heart beat faster.

Tennessee looked at Xue Cheng in surprise, his gaze sweeping over the T cruiser, CV-16, and 1913 battlecruiser one by one, finally landing on Georgy Evlov. He said, "Hey, are you crazy about money? You've even put the pressure on the admiral to achieve sales?"

"What the hell!" Georgy Evlov glared, dissatisfied. "Exercise is obviously a good thing. Besides, haven't you forgotten? My gym is subsidized by the naval base. How can there be any mention of performance?"

Tennessee crossed his arms and snorted, "Just because you don't have any performance, the membership fee and part of the personal training fee will end up in your pocket."

Hearing the sound, California and Maryland also came over. They first greeted Xue Cheng, and then turned their eyes to George Evlov.

Maryland twisted his wrist and said nonchalantly, "Admiral, what was the price that George Evlov negotiated with you for the card?"

"The annual membership fee is 4,000 yuan, and private lessons are 700 yuan per hour, but there's a 20% discount." Xue Cheng said this. Seeing the faces of the three Tennessee people changed, he asked curiously, "Uh, what's wrong with you? Is there something wrong with this price? Hey, George Evlov, you're not going to rip me off, are you?"

Georgy Evlov looked away guiltily. "No, there's only one gym in the garrison. As the saying goes, scarcity makes things valuable. Of course, it's more expensive than outside."

"Admiral, you've never had a gym membership, have you?" California looked at Xue Cheng. Seeing him nod in confusion, he turned his gaze to George Evlov and grinned, "But, Admiral, do you know how much our memberships cost?"

Xue Cheng shook his head.

"The annual membership fee is two thousand. As for the private lessons...we are the only ones teaching others, so I'm not sure about the price, but seven hundred dollars an hour is definitely expensive." Tennessee walked over, put her arm around George Evlov's shoulders, and strangled her neck with her arm.

Maryland frowned and said, "Didn't Cruiser T also register here? Why didn't you remind the Admiral?"

CV-16 tilted her head, and Cruiser T had to explain herself. "It's all your fault for calling her out so early. I wanted her to talk a little longer, wait until the Admiral wanted to get a card, and then I'd tell her I'd tell Lexington if she didn't get one for free."

"You are so despicable!" George Evlov widened his eyes. He had deliberately winked at the two of them during the previous promotion. He thought that their subsequent silence meant that they understood his intention and were planning to share some of the income with them. He didn't expect that they would come up with such an idea?

143. Fitness Challenge

"You're the despicable one." Tennessee tapped George Evlov's head lightly and said unhappily, "Admiral, you dare to lie? Are you tired of living?"

Maryland also said, "So, you weren't so shady when you first asked us to apply for the card. Could it be that you've been hanging around with that guy Santi for so long that you've become greedy?"

"That's not the case!" George Evlov struggled to break free from Tennessee's grip. She straightened her messed-up hair and said aggrievedly, "How many people sign up for gym memberships? How many hire personal trainers? How could you possibly know how hard my life is?"

"Stop playing pitiful." T Cruiser folded his arms and said sarcastically, "The gym isn't making any money, but we still have subsidies from the garrison. And I remember Santi seemed to be helping out, right? How could you possibly be short of money?"

"If it weren't for Santi, I wouldn't have ended up like this!" George Evlov, who had just looked pitiful, immediately became annoyed when he mentioned this.

"Do you think Santican was doing charity when she offered her help? That woman hyped up the gym's prospects, causing me to borrow a large sum of money from her to invest in it. The result is almost zero profit, and I'm still burdened with a huge debt. The monthly interest alone is suffocating. Ninety percent of the tutelary fort's subsidy went to that woman!"

"..." Xue Cheng and the others looked at each other in confusion. Could they believe what Santi said? Just looking at this point, George Evlov's gym was bound to lose money.

"So, it's no wonder you were cheated by Santi!" Battlecruiser 1913 said helplessly. "How can you possibly do business well with such a narrow vision?"

George Evlov curled his lips and said unconvincedly: "Why do you say that?"

Battlecruiser 1913 put down his sports backpack and gently shook a finger. "You're trying to defraud the Admiral of his money, all for memberships and a cut of the private lessons, but you haven't considered the key to truly reviving the gym."

"What's the key?" Not only George Evlov, but also the other girls looked over curiously, they also wanted to know.

"The gym business in the naval base is not doing well. Besides the fact that the total number of people is too small and there are not many people who are willing to exercise, it is also because ship girls don't have the same anxiety about their body shape as ordinary women." Battlecruiser 1913 was obviously a little guilty when he said this.

"How do gyms outside the home make money? Do they rely on memberships? Of course not. The main focus is selling private training classes! Most women are anxious about their figure, and after signing up for a membership, they feel overwhelmed when they walk into the weight room and face all the equipment."

"I want to train but I'm afraid of getting injured if I make mistakes. Plus, diet is key for losing fat, so I need a professional coach to guide me."

"I don't know how Santi persuaded you back then, but shipgirls don't have the same worries as ordinary humans. If they get hurt, they can just take a bath and use a little bit of resources to recover without any sequelae. As for diet... most shipgirls won't change their figure throughout their lives. Do you think anyone would pay attention to their diet under such circumstances?"

"That seems to be the case," CV-16 said thoughtfully. "Tirpitz is constantly snacking and drinking, and she refuses to go out for exercise, yet she doesn't seem to be gaining weight."

George Evlov was not interested in this question and asked, "What exactly is the key to the revival of the gym you just mentioned?"

"So, you're not cut out for business." Battlecruiser 1913 sighed. "Guess who's the core of the garrison?"

Before the other party could reply, Battlecruiser 1913 spoke up immediately, "It's the Admiral. Ever since he returned to the garrison, everyone's been watching his every move. If everyone discovered he was working out at your gym, and expressed his willingness to stick with it, how many people would sign up for memberships just to please him?"

"And if you raise the membership fee a bit and sell fitness-related items like protective gear, clothing, shoes, supplements, etc., how much can you make?"

"Huh!" Georgie Evlov was stunned. She suddenly found herself like a fool. The money tree was right in front of her, but she wanted to uproot it.

"Admiral..." After a brief pause, George Evlov put on a flattering face and came to Xue Cheng.

"What are you going to do?" Xue Cheng looked at her warily.

Georgy Evlov hugged Xue Cheng's arm, his plump chest leaning against his body intentionally or unintentionally, and said softly: "The Admiral will help me, right?"

Xue Cheng wasn't going to fall for it. He broke free from George Evlov's embrace, took two steps back, and hid behind the T cruiser. He said with a straight face, "What good will it do me to help you?"

George Evlov blinked, and when Xue Cheng stretched out his finger and tapped the iron pipe of the equipment next to him, he immediately understood: "You guys all get free gym memberships, and they come with lifetime private lessons and free supplements. How about that?"

Xue Cheng smiled and said, "Deal."

In the evening, Hindenburg, who was slowly cutting a steak with a knife and fork, heard a low cry of surprise from the opposite side.

"Hu Teng, what's wrong?" Hindenburg picked up a piece of beef and put it into his mouth, looking at the silver-haired girl in military uniform sitting opposite him and asked casually.

"..." Hu Teng, who had long, slightly curly hair, seemed to not know how to start. He hesitated for a moment, then forced himself to suppress his smile and handed the phone in his hand to Hindenburg.

"Challenge to become a muscular man in three months - the new transformation of the salted fish admiral?" Hindenburg read the text displayed on the mobile phone screen, as well as a photo of the admiral standing in front of gym equipment with his upper body naked, doing a crab pose, and suddenly burst out laughing.

"So, is that salted fish serious?" Hindenburg covered his mouth and almost spit out the beef in his mouth, asking breathlessly.

"I don't know either." Putting his phone away, Hu Teng looked at the photo of a man with no muscles, pale skin, and a slightly protruding belly. A faint smile appeared on his face. "It's only three months. How can it be impossible? Even with professional guidance, high-intensity training every day, and a healthy diet, it still depends on personal talent."

"Admiral, you can't even handle this intense training, right?" Hindenburg twirled the dinner knife between his fingers, gazing at the silver gleam between them. He scoffed, "You haven't forgotten how lazy the admiral is, have you? He keeps putting off even collecting the expedition's resources."

Hu Teng nodded in agreement.

144. A salted fish turns over... but still a salted fish

The Admiral has never been a hardworking person, and everyone in the naval base is well aware of this.

Even though he had declared with great determination to get rid of his idleness before, judging from his performance in the past few days, the Admiral is still the same as before, ignoring the task list issued by Ella and living a lazy life every day.

At most, he no longer ran outside all the time, but stayed in the garrison honestly. Although he was still a person with a short-lived enthusiasm, he was now somewhat like an admiral.

And now, the admiral hasn't even finished his job, but he has the crazy idea of ​​issuing a fitness declaration.

"It must be George Evlov's doing, right?" Hutten tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said, "When I passed by the commercial street earlier, I saw George Evlov handing out flyers."

"Probably not. She doesn't have that much ability." Hindenburg sneered.

"You're well aware of that weakling. How could a mere George Evlov possibly persuade him? It would be more manageable if it were Lexington, but Lexington would at most require him to maintain a relatively healthy body fat. She wouldn't force the Admiral to become some muscular man."

"That's true." Hutten nodded in agreement. It was undeniable that George Evlov had a good figure and a handsome face.

But her strength as a ship girl is still a bit weak. She is really inconspicuous among the naval bases where appearance and strength are seriously incompatible. Besides, no one has heard of anything happening between her and the admiral.

In this situation, even if she wanted to trick the admiral into signing up for a gym membership, that lazy guy wouldn't have enough motivation.

"I guess that girl just wants the Admiral to be a spokesperson to promote her gym?"

Hutten speculated, "I heard that George Evlov's gym was opened with a loan from Santi, but business has been poor. Perhaps he's just trying to leverage the admiral's influence to attract new members."

Hindenburg shrugged. "Perhaps, but does this method really work? Even if people really sign up for memberships for the Admiral, they're not going there for the gym. Once the Admiral stops working out, the gym's business will immediately plummet."

Hindenburg took a sip from a glass of red wine and continued, "Or maybe she never intended to run the business long-term. She's just like those gyms out there, making a quick buck and running away."

"Well, what's going on? I'll know if I go and see for myself tomorrow." Hu Teng watched as people in the group kept @ing the Admiral, asking about the situation. However, the Admiral showed no sign of responding. He said thoughtfully, "Even if I really do get an annual pass, it's only a few thousand yuan, a drop in the bucket. I'll just consider it supporting the garrison's infrastructure, but..."

"Does that guy George Evlov really dare to rip us off and run away?"

Hindenburg licked his bright red lips and gave a bloodthirsty smile: "She can try."

Unlike the gyms in the outside world, George Evlov perfectly illustrates what it means to "the monk can run away, but the temple cannot." No matter how many loopholes in the law she exploits, as long as she doesn't leave the naval base, she will be visited by the ship girls who have cheated her of her money, unless she is strong enough to ignore anyone's threats.

However, if Georgy Evlov really had such great power, he would have lived a wealthy life with his military achievements long ago. Why would he bother to open a gym to make money in such a thankless task?

While Hutten and Hindenburg were chatting, Bismarck was in the living room of his home, hitting a sandbag that had not been used for a long time.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" The gloved hands hit the sandbag again and again, making a dull sound. Tirpitz, who was sitting on the sofa next to him, looked at his sister swinging her fists in horror.

Every time her boxing gloves touched the sandbag and were thrown high up, her body would shake uncontrollably, as if the fist was hitting herself.

In fact, Tirpitz has been beaten a lot recently.

After the admiral discovered the underground industry she was involved in, although the admiral did not do anything to her, her sister did not let her go.

Especially when Bismarck found a large number of books based on Tirpitz's work in her room, Bismarck could no longer suppress his anger and gave her a severe beating.

In the following time, whenever Bismarck thought of the shameful contents of the notebook, Tirpitz's head would suffer. She even suspected that if this continued, her head would become like the mythical Buddha.

So Tirpitz took advantage of his sister's absence to quietly take out the sandbag that had not been used for a long time from the bottom of the box and hung it in the living room.

After returning, Bismarck saw the sandbag at a glance. Seeing that her sister was sitting obediently in the living room instead of hiding in the room playing games, she changed into a neat sportswear, put on boxing gloves and started fighting.

Bismarck's fists were so powerful that they made the heavy sandbag swing.

After all, she is one of the few customers in the gym. After years of training, even without using her ship equipment, Bismarck's strength cannot be underestimated.

After venting his anger, Bismarck stopped punching, took the wet towel handed to him by Tirpitz, wiped his sweat, and said in a calm tone: "What do you want to eat tonight?"

Tirpitz smiled awkwardly and said, "Well, I haven't been eating much vegetables lately. I'd just make some vegetable salad tonight."

Bismarck raised an eyebrow. "Oh? It's really rare to hear you mention eating vegetables."

"A balanced diet. Doesn't my sister always say that we should eat more vegetables to stay healthy?"

"I didn't say that," Bismarck said, casually draping the towel over his shoulders. "A balanced diet doesn't mean eating more vegetables, but rather that the ratio of vegetables to meat must conform to scientific laws."

Tirpitz scratched his cheek and said, "Yes, sister is right."

"..." Looking at her sister who lowered her head and looked obedient, Bismarck was a little uncomfortable. However, she also knew that it is difficult to change one's nature. Tirpitz's obedience would only last for the next few days. Once the storm was over, she would return to her original appearance.

"Okay, wait a moment. I'll go take a shower and cook when I come back."

"I'll go wash the vegetables." Tirpitz said quickly and walked towards the kitchen.

When Bismarck washed off the sweat on his body, changed his clothes and walked out again, he saw Tirpitz in the kitchen, holding her mobile phone and looking at it intently. Next to her was a bag of vegetables in a plastic bag.

Bismarck looked at his sister, who was still playing with her phone and hadn't noticed his presence at all. He coughed lightly and said, "You said you were going to help wash the vegetables. Is this how you wash them?"

"Ah! Sister!" Tirpitz snapped back to her senses. She took a step back in shock, subconsciously holding her head and screaming, "No, no! I didn't deliberately slack off! Sister, let me explain!"