The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 118 Please take advantage

As the big star and Zhao Xiaochui began their conversation.

Because of leaks from certain "interested individuals," footage of this newly crowned Best Actress entering a massage parlor will soon appear in the public eye.

The news spread quickly, and not only were regulars in the leisurely waiting area whispering among themselves, but the massage hall was also bustling with activity.

As the newly appointed accounting supervisor, Zhang Minghua, was preparing to welcome the finance team members, he overheard the discussion.

"Wang Churan?"

"The new Best Actress?"

Zhang Minghua was shocked. She had already overestimated the small business owner as much as possible, but the reality kept shattering her expectations.

As a seasoned accountant, after learning why Wang Churan was there, and considering the 1280 million yuan prepayment, her professional instincts naturally led her to start calculating:
New store - Financing - Opening a branch - Franchising - Second round of financing - Expansion - Financial packaging - IPO!

This is the most conventional path for modern enterprises, and also her most conservative advice as a financial expert.

Although she didn't think Zhao Xiaochui would accept this 'conservative' suggestion.

This 19-year-old young boss probably doesn't even have the concept of a branch store at this point.

But as she looked around at the store's sophisticated layout and the newly streamlined, sophisticated financial management system, she couldn't help but think: behind this small business owner, there must be someone knowledgeable helping him.

It's okay if he doesn't understand now; by the time he figures it out, the store's potential will be revealed...

My thoughts stopped abruptly.

Just as Zhang Minghua was about to catch up with his team members at the store entrance, he saw a luxury car worth tens of millions of yuan parked on the side of the road, and out stepped a radiant Jiang Ying.

Not far away, instead of paparazzi taking sneaky photos, financial reporters were openly flashing their cameras.

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11:25.
The convoy dispersed through the Luohu Port.

Only one left-hand drive Alphard remained, heading towards its destination.

Inside the car, including the driver, there were three strong men, as well as Yu Xiaoning in the main seat.

When recruiting people, she always operated alone on the surface. She was a woman with long hair, and no one could see the earphones in her ears.

The carriage was quiet, but the headphones were buzzing with excitement.

Team members shared their opinions on the communication channel, sometimes accompanied by heated arguments.

Yu Xiaoning did not offer any opinion, but simply listened attentively.

She knew that these industry elites were telling her this.

Because she is about to face her toughest battle yet!
The arguments on the communication channel stemmed from their lack of self-confidence.

Although they had maintained an undefeated record since Yu Xiaoning took the lead, the targets they were about to conquer included almost all negative flugs—

She is of Chinese descent, comes from an American family, received a systematic American education from a young age, holds a second degree in philosophy, and her Chinese-American mother is a local councilor. She is extremely anti-China and is a woman.

Normally, if even one or two of these factors appeared on a resume, it would be thrown into the trash.

Recruit?

Don't be ridiculous. Even if someone like that unexpectedly agrees to 'come back,' we'll still suspect they have ulterior motives.

This was the first time that Yu Xiaoning, this young leader, had acted "willfully," so both the "big boss" and the team members were willing to cooperate with her this time.

What if it succeeds?

After all, there's nothing in this field that the target could 'steal', given that China is lagging behind in all aspects.

Oh, the backwardness here is compared to the whole world.

"Why are there two more people this time?"

Yu Xiaoning's question broke the silence in the carriage. She took off her noisy headphones and looked at the driver with a puzzled expression.

The abrupt question surprised the burly driver, as they rarely interacted. He glanced at the rearview mirror, saw the woman's curious expression, and casually replied:

"A colleague from the diplomatic system sent word that Director Yu has been added to the other side's watch list."

Yu Xiaoning remained calm and chuckled lightly, "They'd have to wait a long time before they could lay a hand on me."

"Director Yu!"

The burly driver spoke solemnly, glancing again at the rearview mirror, "If you succeed again this time, you'll be eligible to cut in line, with priority." Women are natural actresses; having received the information she wanted, Yu Xiaoning smiled slightly, "Then thank you for your hard work."

"It should."

The carriage fell silent again.

Yu Xiaoning sent a message on her phone:
"The target was chosen correctly."

Then, looking at the scenery outside the window, I silently said to myself:
"Zhao Xiaochui, please."

…………

An old shop.

The chubby receptionist received a message from Yu Xiaoning.

He let out a long sigh of relief.

Shift your gaze from that alleyway to the direction of the leisurely stroll:
"Go, little hammer!"

…………

The conversation in the first-floor studio continued.

"Why didn't you go back to the original hospital for rehabilitation after the award ceremony?" Zhao Xiaochui flipped through the medical records without looking up. "You should know that the rehabilitation plan of the hospital you chose for surgery is the best option."

"Because their plan cannot guarantee that I will fully recover!" Wang Churan said calmly.

"I can't either."

Wang Churan smiled slightly: "Is that so? Jiang Ying can't either?"

Zhao Xiaochui remained silent.

“They can’t guarantee it because they really can’t,” Wang Churan said, lighting up her phone screen—in the latest news photo, Jiang Ying looked radiant, without a trace of surgery, let alone the depression she had suffered before.

"Who could tell that she had depression before?"

Zhao Xiaochui sighed. This was indeed a problem, and it was also a reflection of his previous immaturity.

Being eager to explore the effects of the "golden finger" is not an excuse; immaturity is immaturity, and Zhao Xiaochui has already deeply reflected on this.

Even if the heat flow becomes stronger in the future, Jiang Ying's 'good luck' will never happen again.

"There are many cases of terminal illnesses healing themselves in the history of medicine."

He explained earnestly, his eyes still fixed on the medical record, his youthful face revealing his insincerity.

Wang Churan almost burst out laughing, but remembering Jiang Ying's instructions, she forcibly held back:

"Technician Zhao, the community hospital next door is even considering closing its rehabilitation department. Anyone interested can check the condition of your regular customers..."

“I have my certificate now.” He suddenly looked up.

"what?"

"I have a certificate!" The boy's eyes shone brightly, and his voice was loud and clear. "Certificate of Representative Inheritor of National Intangible Cultural Heritage Representative Project - Traditional Chinese Medicine Diagnosis and Treatment Method (One-Finger Zen Massage)".

"Jointly certified by the Ministry of Culture and Tourism of China and the State Administration of Traditional Chinese Medicine!"

At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui, his face full of pride, looked like a child waiting for praise.

Wang Churan looked at him and couldn't help teasing him: "I'm just getting a massage, what does it have to do with whether you have a license or not?"

Zhao Xiaochui immediately deflated.

However, he smiled slightly to himself.

The treatment actually began the moment the celebrity walked in; when she was able to joke around, it meant she had relaxed.

Now, it's time to take the pulse.

He still took the pulse with both hands.

When you press your hand on a big star's slender, fair wrist, it feels like you're taking advantage of them.

"Using both hands for diagnosis."

He explained it in a very serious manner.

(End of this chapter)