My identity is becoming increasingly outrageous.

Chapter 32 A heartwarming dinner; what exactly are Mom and Dad's abilities?

The muscular man had just denied it when a sudden thought flashed through his mind: "If I had a really good student, wouldn't that attract more people to hire me as a personal trainer?"

After thinking about it for a moment, he immediately added, "He's one of my former students. What do you think? Impressive, right?"

Upon hearing this, the burly man's eyes lit up: "Such small muscles, yet such great strength, there must be some secret training method involved, right?"

The big man then tried to lift the barbell like Wang Hong had.

But he barely managed to do it after turning red in the face, and almost injured himself when he put it down.

"Holy crap, this is even harder than I imagined! How did he do it?" The big man was shocked again.

"Buy my private lessons, and I'll teach you!" The muscular man crossed his arms and gave a mysterious smile.

"Okay, 20 lessons to start!" The big man wasn't short of money, and immediately went with the muscular coach to pay for the lessons!

"Alright!" The muscular man immediately beamed with joy.

……

As Wang Hong walked along, he suddenly realized that the muscular man was gone. He turned around and saw that he and the big man were plotting something.

After thinking about it, Wang Hong decided to wait at the front desk.

With just one instructor, it's impossible to find information about yoga classes.

But maybe someone at the gym knows you?

Adding this coach on WeChat is a good way to have an extra source of information.

Before long, the muscular man walked over with the big man.

When Da Han was signing up for the card, the muscular man came over with a WeChat QR code.

His idea coincided with Wang Hong's: to add each other on WeChat first, since there would always be a time when he needed the other person's help.

"Sales office, Wang Hong."

"Fitness Department, Huang Kaiyang."

The two successfully added each other on WeChat.

"At the gym, could you please help me look for the person I mentioned?"

"No problem," Huang Kaiyang said happily. "Come anytime when you have time. There are fewer students during working hours, so I'll teach you for free!"

"Okay," Wang Hong replied politely, showing little interest.

He then took the elevator back to the first floor.

He had already sent a message to Li Boheng while he was in the elevator.

"Uncle, I'd like to ask you about someone."

A short while later, Li Boheng sent a message: "Meeting, will talk later."

"Okay," Wang Hong replied.

"It seems this management team is different; they hold big meetings every other day."

Wang Hong then returned to the sales office to continue making calls to customers.

The afternoon passed peacefully.

Wang Hong didn't manage to schedule any appointments with customers who wanted to view the property, as he was only starting work the next day.

The calls he makes are mostly the kind that get a lot of calls.

Because there are only so many wealthy people in the area.

Wang Hong made the call based on a local wealth ranking list.

These people mostly had familiar intermediaries and didn't have much willingness to cooperate with Wang Hong, a newcomer.

This is the norm for work; otherwise, Wang Hong wouldn't feel lucky to have been able to meet with General Manager Zhang today.

In one afternoon, he beat up all the wealthy big shots.

Aside from a small number of people who didn't answer or refused to answer, most people politely declined his call.

"That's the end of my workday!" Wang Hong stretched and yawned.

The day ended with absolutely nothing to show for it.

However, he wasn't in a hurry. As a real estate agent, it's common for them to not close a single deal in the first two or three months.

However, there was one thing that bothered Wang Hong.

That was his unreliable uncle, who seemed to have forgotten about him and hadn't replied.

At first, Wang Hong thought the meeting wasn't over yet, but Xu Man told him that the people had already run away.

This really made Wang Hong laugh in exasperation.

But he wasn't in a hurry; asking again tomorrow wouldn't change anything.

Xu Man didn't take him out to run errands again today, and the day's work ended peacefully.

While taking the bus home, Wang Hong received messages from two people.

One of them was Huang Kaiyang, a muscular male coach: "Hey bro, off work? Want to hang out?"

Another one is my best friend Chen Bowen: "Off work yet? Want to grab a drink? Of course, we'll be having milk tea!"

Seeing this, Wang Hong first declined Huang Kaiyang's offer, and then went out for milk tea with Chen Bowen.

"See you at the usual place at 8 o'clock," Wang Hong replied.

Chen Bowen: "OK!"

The two lived very close to each other, just a few streets apart. To take care of Wang Hong's leg problems, Chen Bowen always chose Xue Wang Restaurant near the entrance of Wang Hong's residential area.

It's cheap and delicious, and Wang Hong lives nearby.

It's 6:15 PM now. The two of them will go home, have dinner, and then play around for a while until 8 PM.

This way, the time isn't too rushed, nor too late—it's just right.

Soon, Wang Hong returned home.

He hadn't seen anyone with any special abilities along the way, which, upon reflection, made quite sense.

People with real ability are just a drop in the ocean compared to ordinary people. It's normal that they don't see it.

He has encountered several people with special abilities in the past few days, which has almost changed Wang Hong's worldview.

However, he still couldn't avoid seeing the white light on his parents.

As soon as he got home, he smelled the aroma of food. Today's dishes were pickled fish, stir-fried shredded potatoes, and a bok choy.

Three dishes for three people, even two big men, is enough; a sauerkraut fish dish is enough to go well with rice.

Wang Hong's mother, Li Jing, had already set out the bowls and chopsticks, waiting for Wang Hong to come back and start eating.

Dad Wang Tianfeng is still on the sofa watching today's NBA news flashes.

Upon hearing that Wang Hong had returned, he couldn't wait to sit down at the dinner table.

He was starving after a long day of work.

But Wang Hong, whose commute is farther away, could only eat some snacks to tide him over, no matter how hungry he was.

Actually, it's only 6:30 pm, not late at all.

Wang Hong and Wang Tianfeng ate their food as fast as they could, like starving ghosts reincarnated.

Li Jing ate slowly on the side, watching the father and son eat heartily with satisfaction.

The greatest sense of accomplishment for a cook is seeing people enjoy their meal and eat to their heart's content.

Li Jing was the same.

Wang Hong quickly finished two bowls of rice, and then couldn't resist getting a third bowl.

There's no way around it, the sour and slightly spicy pickled fish is really good with rice.

Li Jing had obviously anticipated this, and she cooked two extra cups of rice compared to usual.

No matter how much the two of them eat, there will always be enough rice.

But Li Jing couldn't help but remind her, "Eat slowly, there are fish bones."

"Don't worry! I might not be good at fishing, but I'm a pro at eating fish!" Wang Tianfeng didn't slow down at all.

"Me too, it's just eating fish, no big deal," Wang Hong chimed in.

Upon hearing this, Li Jing seemed much more relieved looking at Wang Hong.

She had previously worried that Wang Hong might not be able to adapt to work for various reasons.

Judging from Wang Hong's appetite now, he should be doing alright.

A person's appetite is determined by their mood; the better their mood, the more they will eat.

While Wang Hong appears to be engrossed in his meal, he is actually thinking about something.

"What exactly are Mom and Dad's abilities?"