From rejecting the beautiful female CEO to becoming extremely powerful

By the time the matter at the North Shore Cold Storage was resolved, it was almost dawn.

The injured worker went to the hospital, and the rest of the workers cleaned up the shed.

Cheng Ye wanted to stay and help, but as soon as his left leg touched the ground, his knee sank down.

Lu Yunzhou supported his arm and pressed him to the side of the bed.

"Sit still, your leg will be treated tonight."

Cheng Ye opened his mouth, but ultimately didn't dare to be stubborn.

Old Tao brought over a bucket of hot water.

Cheng Ye removed the metal brace and soaked his left leg in it.

The steam seeped up my trousers, and the temperature of the medicinal soup was just enough to scald my skin until it turned red, but I had little feeling in the old wound, as if that piece of flesh no longer belonged to me.

This leg has been injured for many years.

There is a surgical scar on the outside, the scar is white, and the edges are irregularly raised, like a dried-up riverbed.

The knee cannot bend normally, and the calf muscles are thinner than those on the right side, with the outline of the bones faintly visible under the skin.

Lu Yunzhou placed three fingers on the knee, pressing along the knee joint, Yanglingquan point, and Zusanli point in sequence, pausing for a moment with his fingertips to feel the obstruction of blood and qi flow in the meridians.

I've made my judgment.

After the tendon ruptured and failed to heal, the meridians were severely blocked, and the flow of qi and blood below the knee felt like hitting a wall, unable to disperse.

Ordinary surgery can only improve mobility; to help Cheng Ye walk steadily again, we still need the "Shennong Chapter" and true qi.

Half an hour later, the medicine had cooled down, and Lu Yunzhou told Cheng Ye to lie down.

The silver needles, sterilized and gleaming coldly under the lamp, were placed one by one on the acupoints of the knee and calf.

After each needle insertion, Lu Yunzhou would pause, gently twisting the needle handle with his fingertips to check the reaction of the meridians.

Some acupoints sink immediately upon touch, while others feel like they're being driven into a dead tree, offering no response whatsoever.

Cheng Ye was sweating profusely, his hands gripping the bedsheets tightly, his knuckles turning white.

At first, it was just a soreness and swelling, like someone pressing a blunt object against the bone joint.

As the true energy flowed into the legs through the silver needles, the sharp pain buried deep in the bones surfaced, growing stronger with each wave, as if nerves that had been dormant for many years were being forcibly awakened.

Old Tao and the others stood guard outside the door, listening to the heavy breathing coming from inside, but none of them dared to make a sound.

Lu Yunzhou placed his palm close to the needle's end, dividing his true energy into several thin streams, and slowly and precisely sent them into the blocked area.

Tendons that have been torn for many years cannot be repaired in one go. The fibers have atrophied and hardened. The only solution is to first clear the meridians and then revitalize the areas that have lost their vitality.

Don't rush it; rushing will only damage the surrounding healthy tissues.

This kind of exertion is far more tiring than fighting.

After half an hour of acupuncture, Lu Yunzhou's back was soaked with sweat, and beads of sweat dripped down his chin from his temples.

The internal energy in his body also dropped from abundant to less than half, and his dantian felt faintly empty.

Cheng Ye gritted his teeth, his Adam's apple bobbing back and forth, but he didn't utter a sound.

The pain in his left leg actually made him feel more at ease.

For the past few years, this leg has been so numb that it couldn't even understand the pain, leaving only a deathly silence.

After two rounds of silver needles were used, the window paper turned from black to gray, and the sky began to brighten.

Lu Yunzhou withdrew his palm, removed the last few needles, dipped his fingertips in some medicinal oil, and rubbed away the bruises around Cheng Ye's knee.

The purplish-black bruises surfaced on the skin, looking frightening, but it indicated that the blood and qi were circulating again.

"Try walking on the ground, but don't walk too fast."

Cheng Ye held onto the bed frame, his right foot landing first.

He stopped abruptly when his left leg touched the concrete.

You can feel the hardness of the ground under your feet.

You can also use your knees.

He stood up straight, leaning against the wall, and tried to shift his body weight onto it.

My left leg swayed twice, but I managed to hold on.

Old Tao hurriedly came closer, but Cheng Ye raised his hand to block him.

"Don't help me, I can walk by myself."

The first step was taken very slowly.

By the second step, my knees were already able to bend normally.

As Cheng Ye reached the door, his breathing became erratic, and he wiped his hands on his trouser leg several times.

Over the years, he has become accustomed to using crutches and braces.

People on the construction site might not say it to his face, but behind his back they always called him Cripple Cheng.

Now that his leg was working again, he couldn't speak for a long time.

Lu Yunzhou sat on the wooden box, adjusting his breathing, his face showing signs of fatigue.

"You can only walk a few steps. You're not allowed to move anything or drink alcohol for two weeks. If you dare to do anything reckless, this night will be considered a wasted effort."

Cheng Ye turned around and raised his hand to wipe his face.

"I'll listen to you. From now on, you can take this life if you need it."

"What would I do with your life?"

Lu Yunzhou put the needles back into the box, feeling relieved.

Cheng Ye's team is hardworking and willing to protect their workers.

Such people lack opportunities.

Once they secure a project, these people will no longer need to chase after contractors for food.

At eight o'clock in the morning, Lu Yunzhou left the cold storage and headed straight for Fengming Group.

In the president's office, Feng Qianyi was reviewing the project budget.

The documents for the old port of Nanwan were spread out on the table. The budget for the initial demolition and pipeline projects alone exceeded 200 million yuan.

Lu Yunzhou pulled out a chair and sat down, placing Cheng Ye's construction list on the table.

"South Bay Old Port, I need to pick it up."

Feng Qianyi looked up at him, her pen remaining still.

She clearly hadn't expected that Lu Yunzhou would immediately set his sights on Fengming's biggest project of the year.

The materials were quickly flipped through.

Inside were only the resumes of a dozen or so workers, a few small project records, and a list of construction equipment under Cheng Ye's command.

These things are enough for renovating residential buildings, but they don't even meet the threshold for an 800 million yuan project.

Feng Qianyi pushed the documents back.

"Over 800 million, what are you going to do with that?"

She asked bluntly.

Yuanchuan Construction has not yet been registered.

Cheng Ye lacked records of large-scale projects and had no design team.

The port area has decades-old pipelines buried beneath it. If you dig the wrong spot, the compensation for water and power outages could bankrupt a small company.

Lu Yunzhou listened without showing any fear.

He had thought about these issues before he came.

Obtaining general contracting qualification directly is unrealistic, but tasks such as preliminary obstacle clearing, site setup, demolition of old facilities, and pipeline inspection can all be done separately.

He took the project plan and circled a few times on the page about preliminary engineering.

"Give me the initial construction work first. Each stage will be inspected separately, and if it fails, we'll replace the person. I'll lead the team out of the project without taking a single penny."

Feng Qianyi leaned back in her chair, her gaze falling on his face.

The 800 million yuan project is linked to Fengming Group's cultural tourism plan for the next three years.

She could give Lu Yunzhou face, but she couldn't use the company's money to practice with him.

Lu Yunzhou also knew what she was worried about.

He proposed that Fengming retain financial and supervisory rights, and that project payments be made based on the acceptance results.

Yuanchuan is only responsible for construction; the design team and professional testing agency are jointly reviewed by both parties.

If the requirements are not met in the early stages, the contract will be automatically terminated, and he will bear the management costs already incurred.

The only sound in the office was the rustling of pages turning.

Feng Qianyi read the plan over from beginning to end.

Lu Yunzhou's method was not perfect, but it mitigated the risks for Fengming.

More importantly, he had just cleared the messy accounts of the North Shore Cold Storage, the workers received their money, and the injured were also taken care of.

When it comes to engineering projects, whether the people working under you are willing to follow along is sometimes more important than your resume.