Chapter 48: Stretching Class Priced at $182 per Session

Chapter 48: A $182-Per-Session Stretching Class

Gao Yun paid no attention to the banter between the two men. In fact, he rather enjoyed the relaxed atmosphere free from the shackles of hierarchy, and laughed, "Alright, the Eight-Ball Man gets two days of rest. Creiton will help me with some therapy, and then the two of you can take two days off as well."

"No problem, boss."

Creiton possessed the warmth and cheerfulness typical of Brazilians, or rather, a slightly carefree and bouncy personality. Beaming, he put down his dumbbells, walked with Gao Yun to the personal training area of Caesar Fitness, and began relaxing and muscle-stretching on the massage table in the corner.

Thomas followed closely behind, carrying two black suitcases fully stocked with professional relaxation and rehabilitation tools: molecular balls, massage rollers, fascia blades, fascia guns, and so on, everything one could possibly need.

Although Thomas was primarily a trainer, he still understood some basic physical therapy knowledge. He assisted Creiton, and together the two of them carried out the post-workout stretching and relaxation routine for Gao Yun.

"Hiss, ha~"

Gao Yun lay on the table with an expression that looked like pain and pleasure intertwined.

"And relax, take a deep breath."

Just then, a plump male member, dressed flashily and wearing a Rolex "Hulk" Submariner on his wrist, walked into the personal training area accompanied by Caesar's newly hired female coach. Seeing this scene, his eyes instantly lit up.

"You guys even have foreign coaches here? How much is a class? Can I buy packages with them?"

Before the female coach could explain, the male member walked quickly to the side of the bed. Seeing the dazzling array of high-end tools in the two opened suitcases and observing their refined techniques, he clicked his tongue in amazement: "Hey, look professional! How much do you charge per session?"

Thomas didn't understand Chinese and didn't pay any attention at all.

Creiton had lived in China for several years and had no trouble communicating in Mandarin. He glanced up at the male member and ignored him, thinking to himself, *When will the boss's private gym finally be finished? I really don't want to stay in this lousy place. Not only is the environment poor and the equipment lacking, but every single day a few dimwits show up thinking I'm a gym employee and ask me how much things cost. Even if I told you the price, could you afford it?*

Caesar's new female coach recognized Gao Yun and knew what was going on. She smiled bitterly and said, "These two gentlemen are private trainers and rehabilitation specialists hired externally by our member himself. They have nothing to do with our gym."

*A private trainer, isn't that the same as a personal trainer?!* The male member didn't quite catch the distinction and continued asking Gao Yun, "Buddy, how much did you pay per session for this?"

Creiton and Thomas had a combined annual salary of 1.6 million US dollars. Divided by 365 days, that amounted to roughly $4,383 per day, and divided by 24 hours, it came out to $182 per hour.

Gao Yun glanced at the camera recording video nearby and decided to mess with him a bit. He chuckled and said, "Not much, one hour per session, 182 dollars a class."

The male member let out an "oh" and said, "That's actually pretty..."

Before he could finish the word "cheap," Gao Yun added two more words: "US dollars."

"?" The male member wore a puzzled look, as if he hadn't heard clearly, "What? US what?"

"US dollars."

"What kind of dollars?"

Gao Yun adopted the demeanor of a seasoned fitness salesperson pushing packages and said sincerely, "We sell them starting at 8,760 sessions. You have to buy at least one year's worth, totaling 1.6 million US dollars. Think about it, want to buy a year's worth?"

...

With the package unsold, Gao Yun left Caesar feeling a bit regretful.

Creiton served as the driver, and the three of them took the BYD Tang DM back to Shoushan Fuhai. By now, this vehicle had become the team's official shared car.

As soon as they arrived at the villa, Creiton and Thomas went together to the recreation room to play console games.

Wang Sheng, the chef, calculated the timing and had just finished preparing Gao Yun's last meal of the day, ensuring that the moment he stepped through the front door, he could eat it right away.

Steamed yams were mashed into a cake-like shape, topped with a thin layer of freshly pureed strawberry sauce, and garnished with a few blueberries. The taste was sweet and sour, with a soft and glutinous texture.

A large bowl of tuna, shrimp, and vegetable salad was colorful, fresh, sweet, savory, and wonderfully crispy.

The final dish was roasted beef ribs—crispy on the outside, tender on the inside, overflowing with meaty aroma, and extremely appetizing in appearance.

Gao Yun first used the camera to take a few close-ups, then mounted it on the table, pointed the lens at himself, and dug in with gusto.

"How is it?" Wang Sheng stood by the dining room sink, washing his hands, and asked from a distance, "Texture, flavor, is there any problem?"

Everyone on the team was well aware of their employer's social media content creation and had long since grown used to it.

"Delicious! No problems at all!" Gao Yun held a beef rib in his hand, thoroughly enjoying himself. After taking two large bites, he felt something was off, stopped to inspect the rib closely, and noticed that the edges and corners were glistening with oil and trimmed with charred-looking fat. Thinking to himself, *No wonder this tastes so rich,* he asked suspiciously, "Does this meal exceed the fat limit?"

"Don't worry, it doesn't."

Wang Sheng finished washing his hands, wiped them dry with a towel, poured a glass of protein powder, walked over to the dining table, placed the cup down, and sat opposite him. He said, "Karida mentioned that your past fat intake was too far below normal, which would lead to disadvantages unfavorable for muscle growth and limit strength gains, among a whole bunch of other drawbacks. I've gradually been increasing your fat intake recently based on the meal plan she provided. Since you had a relatively heavy training volume today, I added just a little bit extra."

"Will this..."

"It won't increase your body fat percentage." As Wang Sheng spoke, he took a transparent medicine box filled with various pills and capsules from the dining table drawer and pushed it, along with the protein powder, toward Gao Yun's hand.

"Prepared for you by Zhang Ye—glutamine, vitamins, zinc, creatine... Go ahead and take these with your protein powder."

Gao Yun grunted in acknowledgment, poured the contents of both medicine boxes into his mouth one after another, and washed them all down in one gulp of protein powder. He thought to himself: *This is the power of a team, the power of science, the power of money!*

After the meal, the four members of the team gathered in the villa's newly renovated medical room. They established a video connection with Karida in a foreign country and Luo Du out of town, holding their bi-weekly remote conference.

First, Gao Yun stripped down to just his briefs, and physician Wang Ye conducted a weekly routine physical examination by guiding him through specific movements, utilizing medical equipment, and performing massages. The entire team observed the process.

Finally, everyone combined their findings into an oral or written report. The report indicated no sports injuries, no warning signs of any illness, and steady, progressive physical fitness.

Luo Du compiled the report, looked at the various data figures on the other side of the television screen, and praised, "Boss, your physical body has better natural talent than any athlete I've ever seen. The growth rate across all data metrics is simply too fast!"

Gao Yun put his pants and shirt back on and smiled, "That's all thanks to your efforts."

Thomas said, "If the boss's gym is finished and we have more professional training equipment and facilities, I can guarantee the growth rate will be even faster than this."

Creiton chimed in, "That's right. If I had a better therapy room and more auxiliary training therapy equipment, including a liquid nitrogen cryotherapy chamber and so on, I could also greatly enhance training efficiency."

"Soon, all the things you mentioned will appear in my gym a week from now."

Special thanks to "Rabbit Sister" for the tips, support, and encouragement. Thank you.

As for the business, it has already been arranged, and progress is accelerating.

Secondly, regarding spending money—we must spend money! Spend until it feels insanely good!