The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 131 Beyond the Rules
"It has been confirmed that the branch manager violated regulations." The man in the white shirt finally got down to business.

He must resolve this as soon as possible, otherwise everyone will be held responsible if public opinion escalates.

He looked at Zhao Xiaochui gently: "As for whether it constitutes a job-related crime, that's up to you to decide."

After saying this, he raised his hand to stop Zhao Xiaochui from speaking and continued:
"The Easy Travel account has been restored to normal, and the relevant compensation will be guaranteed. There will be no obstacles for those who want to open an account with a different bank, as long as you withdraw the member warning reminder."

Zhao Xiaochui didn't think much of the person in the white shirt; he held the disposable paper cup, staring blankly at the plain water inside.
"If I rob a bank, can I decide for myself whether it's a crime or not?"

White shirt: "..."

“This is your job!” Zhao Xiaochui looked up at the white shirt, then stared at the head of the bank. “Our deposits bring profits to your bank, so why are you making trouble for us for no reason?”

What could the person in charge say? The old lady standing next to him was a renowned financial elite in the industry; he couldn't fool her even if he tried to smooth things over.

So he shut his mouth and pretended to be mute.

The white shirt is back in action; years of work experience have taught him how to deal with hot-blooded young people.

"This is indeed my job, but the rights that my job gives me need to be supervised."

"That's why the public security, procuratorate, and courts exist."

"Zhao Xiaochui!"

A passionate young man deserves to be treated with equality and respect in a white shirt, he explained earnestly:

"So that's the point of mediation. If you intend to pursue the relevant responsibilities, then you have to go through the process. Going through the process means that the EasySlowPay account will be temporarily unusable."

Zhao Xiaochui looked at the water glass in his hand again and asked softly:

How long does the process take?

The man in the white shirt thought for a moment, then replied uncertainly:

"A week, or a year? The person next to you should know that the legal departments of the four major state-owned banks are all scoundrels."

The old lady strolling on the street chuckled.

The head of the head office rolled his eyes. He was increasingly surprised and couldn't understand why the person in the white shirt would react this way.

This is already a clear bias.

The water glass in Zhao Xiaochui's hand had gone cold. He placed it on the table, clasped his left and right hands together, and only when he felt the familiar warmth of his right hand did he gradually feel at ease.

He muttered to himself, "This is your job. We abide by the law, work hard to earn money, and have never bothered anyone. Why should we bear these troubles?"

White shirt: "Really, it has no impact?"

"Do you know how many disputes are handled at the grassroots level every day? You used to work part-time here, so you should know."

“Of course I understand,” Zhao Xiaochui nodded, “but if you think it’s too hard or tiring, you don’t have to do it. As long as you’re earning this money, you have to do your job well!”

"You've been to Relax and Slow Travel before, so you should know what it's like there! How much do I sweat in a day? How many outfits have I changed? Have I ever delayed a customer's visit?"

"Why don't you seek out a master of traditional Chinese medicine and internal energy cultivation?"

"Is it that there is none or that you can't find it?"

"If I keep doing this, haven't you ever wondered how long I'll live?"

“Someone once told me that I could rise to the top overnight, but my job is right here, and I earn my money here, not from the benefits of instant success!”

"I am still looking for solutions to the problem of applying internal energy in traditional Chinese medicine, so that more people can 'learn' it and benefit more people."

"How long I live isn't something I can think about. What I should be thinking about is my job, and you guys..."

"Zhao Xiaochui!"

The white shirt interrupted Zhao Xiaochui's words. He stood up sternly, put on his police cap, and looked directly at the young man with a serious expression:
"Cynicality is unacceptable, as is unreasonable behavior."

"Subjective consciousness cannot hijack objective phenomena."

"You think I haven't done my job well? That's your opinion! I believe I've done my job well."

"Over the years, the famous Chaoyang masses have been more than just 'masses'!"

His gaze and words were not an explanation to the young massage therapist, but a reassurance to the clients he was serving.

“Um… Mr. Zhao.”

The head of the head office finally spoke up, and he gleaned some information from the conversation.

"Let me explain. According to custom, if you pursue the matter, the person in charge will not speak again. He will take all the blame and will receive a lot of compensation outside of the proceedings." Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui looked at Zhou Yaqin with confusion. The old lady looked at the young boss's inquisitive eyes and nodded helplessly.

Zhao Xiaochui remained silent.

At this moment, the person in charge, who had grasped the overall situation, spoke very politely:

“Mr. Zhao, you see, if you don’t pursue this matter, I, the ‘small’ person in charge who was temporarily pulled in to handle public opinion, will deal with them when I get back—no one who handled the matter or relayed the message will escape.”

"I won't fire them, I'll just send them to the most remote branch in Yanqing to work as tellers! Want to quit? I'll blacklist them from the entire industry!"

The person in charge spoke harshly, then pointed at Zhou Yaqin: "With this aunt's connections, she'll soon find out whether I've kept my promise."

The old lady smiled but didn't say anything.

“If you’re still not satisfied,” the head of the head office shrugged, “you might consider taking a shortcut to the top and going up there to confront the god behind this whole thing.”

"Jiang... Ying?"

Zhao Xiaochui subconsciously uttered a name, and under the meaningful gaze of the person in charge, his fingers unconsciously rubbed the edge of the cooled paper cup.

The ticking of the clock on the wall became clearer, like some kind of silent countdown.

A murmur arose:
"If it were a regular massage therapist at the shop... encountering this situation..."

"Zhao Xiaochui!" the man in the white shirt hissed. "What are we doing? What are you doing? Isn't it all for them?"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded, then asked:

Are there many people like you in society?

Zhao Xiaochui's question made the man in the white shirt lower his head and remain silent.

At this very moment, the chubby receptionist is staring at Fatou Suo Hutong; Yu Xiaoning is working at her desk; the top-level teacher is looking at teacher materials; and the top-level technical investigation expert has sneaked into the computer to investigate the case.
On desolate border lines, on bustling streets; in both high-tech giants and remote, underdeveloped rural areas...

There are always people working hard.

For no particular reason, I just want to do my job right.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't say anything more. He got up and went behind the white shirt, his body radiating heat much more excited than before.

The heat flow indicates that the person in the white shirt, having recovered their health, is fully engaged in their work.

The white shirt was true; he was worthy of the job.

"Crack~"

Zhao Xiaochui slapped the back of the white shirt, absorbing the pent-up frustration of the past few days, and then left.

The man in the white shirt felt an unprecedented comfort in his body. A flicker of excitement crossed his calm face. Then, he glared at the head of the bank and pointed to his eyes:

"I'll be keeping an eye on you!"

Then he left too.

…………

The person in charge, scornful of the white shirt's threat, shamelessly approached the elderly woman wandering the street:
"Auntie, after I finish taking care of my business, could you sign me up for a membership?"

Zhou Yaqin looked at him with a smile: "In my whole life, you are the first person I've met who is as smart as you."

"If you weren't smart, you wouldn't be where you are today," the person in charge chuckled.

Zhou Yaqin shrugged, neither agreeing nor disagreeing.

"Can this branch send one of their own people?"

"Absolutely guaranteed, we'll ensure high interest rates and stable returns. And don't say there won't be a next time for any messy things."

I personally guarantee that the Jiang family girl is so powerful that you can't even stretch out a single finger.

"..."

"Do you think you're the head of the bank?" Zhou Yaqi was speechless...

She knew that there would always be surprises around Little Hammer.

A monthly salary of one dollar is fucking worth it!

(End of this chapter)