The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 123 The chubby receptionist is Chen Guifen. Who is Chen Guifen?
Zhao Xiaochui didn't believe his chubby sister couldn't foresee these impending troubles!

What needs to be done now is to do your best.

What do I do? I'm a massage therapist.

Intangible cultural heritage massage therapist.

He got to where he is today by doing this job well, and he believes that if he continues to do this job well, he can move forward to tomorrow.

If you encounter a problem that a junior massage therapist can't solve, then strive to become a master massage therapist!
My phone beeped with a message notification, and the excitement in Secretary Liu's voice seemed to leap off the screen:
"Hey little hammer, the street's business revenue exploded today!"

A group of people, a street, a city...

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly realized something.

He had a vague idea of ​​which way to go.

Cure Wang Churan!
.........

13: 30.

Located not far from Fatou in Jiulong Mountain, at the Renaissance Beijing Hotel, Wang Churan's assistant booked a business suite for her.

Standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Wang Churan's emotions were in turmoil.

The relaxed and slow-paced service contract did not impose any requirements on her professional conduct.

Besides being beautiful and having a good figure, her public persona in the entertainment industry is based on her outspokenness and willingness to act.

His fans are fully aware of his condition and surgery.

Wang Churan doesn't mind the public knowing more.

A persona is very valuable!
So she took a selfie of herself combing her hair. Even without any filters, she still looked beautiful. She edited the photo and posted it.

A trending topic on Weibo has emerged.

"Perhaps there are good rehabilitation therapists in China? Starting today, I want to pave a way for my fellow patients."

#Radical mastectomy for breast cancer #Postoperative rehabilitation #Traditional Chinese medicine and intangible cultural heritage
Now, I know everything I should know and everything I shouldn't know.

Hong Kong.

Chen Linna looked at her phone with a complicated expression.

"How dare they?"

"If it doesn't work well, not to mention the social impact, the fans alone could tear that store down!"

The old shop in Fatou, Beijing.

The chubby receptionist stared at her phone. The font on the screen had been changed to a normal size, no longer as enlarged as before, and she had to swipe up to read a Weibo post.

Seeing the Weibo post gaining popularity rapidly, the chubby receptionist smiled.

"Tell our colleagues in Hong Kong to keep an eye on Chen Linna and prevent the US from forcibly taking her away."

After sending a message to an unknown number, the chubby receptionist pressed the speed dial button again.

"Director, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Xiao Chen, don't beg or anything. Just tell me what you need and I'll take care of it for you."

The chubby receptionist said, "Do you remember that my father-in-law left me a massage parlor? In a while, someone might come to cause trouble."

“Xiao Chen…” The director’s tone was hesitant on the phone. “When your father-in-law was alive, he was in the same action team as me. He spent his whole life in the system. Where would he have gotten a massage parlor?”

The chubby receptionist said, "The house? He took the storefront when the land was demolished."

Director: "...Okay, I understand, Wang Churan. If anyone causes trouble, just tell me, it'll be fine!" (Zhao Xiaochui)

The chubby receptionist was smiling happily.

"That's not it. The massage parlor's permits were handled by our colleagues in the bureau, and everything is legal and compliant."

"I would like to ask the bureau chief for help in speaking to the Discipline Inspection Commission and the Supervisory Commission."

Director: "..."

The portly receptionist said, "The investigators coordinated by the two departments need to be reviewed by our bureau's second division."

Bureau Chief: "Xiao Chen, that's just a massage parlor!"

The chubby receptionist said, "Chief, that's the massage parlor that's trending number one on social media today!"

On the other end of the phone, the bureau chief already understood what the chubby receptionist wanted to do.

He wasn't impatient, just a little upset.

"Chief, each of them can send one person, and they don't need to go out on fieldwork. I will send the surveillance footage over here."

"Director, the cost of trial and error is very low."

The plump receptionist's somewhat submissive words brought the bureau chief back to his senses, and he quickly said:
"I'm looking for the phone numbers of those two leaders. Xiao Chen, do whatever you want, no problem. I'll talk to those two leaders after I hang up."

The chubby receptionist was both amused and exasperated: "Director, just call the Beijing Municipal Public Security Bureau."

The bureau chief said, "Sometimes local bureaus don't take things seriously. Don't worry, Xiao Chen, everything will be fine." He let Xiao Chen do whatever she wanted. If he were in Xiao Chen's position, he couldn't imagine whether he would have survived until now, and even if he hadn't gone crazy.

The bureau chief silently closed his mouth a few times before finally managing to say with difficulty, "Xiao Chen, if you have time... go home and visit."

“Director, I haven’t had a home for a long time. That house with five plaques is not a home; it’s more like a tomb, where five wronged souls who died with their eyes wide open live.”

"Xiao Chen, you..."

"Click!" The chubby receptionist hung up the phone.

The deceased husband called the bureau chief "senior brother," and the chubby receptionist had the right to be so capricious.

Little hammer, thank you! Not only did you give me the opportunity to find the 'goalkeeper,' but you also gave me hope of finding those parasites!

Keep it up, little hammer!

……

3:20 PM. Take a leisurely stroll through the second-floor studio.

Lin Muqing rushed over from the storage warehouse, while Zhang Minghua brought the expenditure receipts to Zhao Xiaochui for signature.

"Over 120 million?" Zhao Xiaochui's eyes widened as he asked incredulously, "Do you really need that much inventory of single-ingredient essential oils and fragrance systems?"

Li Muqingfeng, who was standing nearby, seized the opportunity to add, "And music copyrights too."

Zhang Minghua did not have a definite answer to this question; whether a certain level of inventory is reasonable or not depends on the specific circumstances.

The specific situation with "Relaxing and Slow Travel" is that Zhang Minghua became the number one trending topic after being associated with the most famous strong woman and the newly crowned Best Actress in China, and she didn't know what to do.

His experience is entirely in leading state-owned enterprises and Fortune 500 companies; he has no experience in startups.

Therefore, when the system backend received instructions from a certain boss to cooperate with Li Muqingfeng in preparing the inventory, she could only follow the instructions.

Although she lacked experience working in startups, her extensive work experience made her feel that the instruction was correct.

Being at the top of the trending searches can signify a smooth and rapid rise, but it can also mean the arrival of trouble.

Before trouble strikes, corporate inventory is always of paramount importance!
“Little Hammer, this is an instruction from the system,” Zhang Minghua explained clearly, “and this inventory situation is very safe!”

Zhao Xiaochui knew perfectly well who had issued the instruction.

He instantly recalled Jiang Ying's warning, nodded thoughtfully, and quickly signed his name.

After the accounting supervisor left, Zhao Xiaochui and Li Muqingfeng spent another 40 minutes finalizing the design plan for the sensory system during Wang Churan's treatment.

At 16:30, at Beijing Capital International Airport, Yu Xiaoning's team boarded the shuttle bus to pick them up.

The phone rings.

Seeing that Yu Xiaoning had glanced at her phone and it was the number of her highly regarded superior, she quickly answered the call.

How much confidence do you have in that therapist?

Upon hearing this question, Yu Xiaoning remained silent for a moment before asking slowly:

"Sir, I did not order the report to be submitted regarding the information I used as a starting point during the negotiations, which was about physical recovery."

Upon hearing this answer, the top leader also fell silent.

"Do you have any doubts about the person who leaked the information, whether it was a team member or a Secret Service security officer?"

Yu Xiaoning: "There are currently no suspected targets."

The top leader: "Tell me your plan."

Yu Xiaoning: "I didn't have a plan, I just followed orders."

A heavy breathing sound came from the other end of the phone, followed by a warm, angry voice:

"Whose order?"

Yu Xiaoning: "The participants in the last incident, myself and our savior, were Chen Guifen, the head of the logistics support team at the time, from the State Security Bureau."

This time, there was a long silence on the other end of the phone before a heavy sigh came through:

"Xiao Ning, listen to her."

"I'll pretend I don't know."

"Also, you must be careful! You absolutely must be careful! The country still needs you!"

The phone hangs up.

Yu Xiaoning pondered deeply:

So, who exactly is Chen Guifen?
16:40 minutes.

The exclusive Phaeton RV, traveling at a leisurely pace, slowly came to a stop at the entrance of the Renaissance Fuli five-star hotel.

Amidst countless flashes of light, the newly crowned Best Actress was picked up, and the car steadily drove towards Fatou.

(End of this chapter)