The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

How long will you stay in Chapter 144?
In the old shop.

The chubby receptionist is tidying up.

Let's tidy up the 'junk' we were originally planning to hand over; the child will eventually find something useful.

The sack containing the property certificate was piled up in the corner, and the bank accounts were also gathered together. Everything else of value was in the old house, and someone would naturally hand it over to the children.

There was nothing else... If it weren't for the sudden arrival of a child, there wouldn't have been so many problems.

The chubby receptionist stuffed the bank account information and authorization form into the sack, then leaned back lazily against the counter again. The look she gave the doors and windows was no longer so cold, and a smile played on her lips.

…………

Jiang Ying sat down at the chessboard, and the tall, thin old man reached out his hand to her.

Jiang Ying glanced at him and silently handed over all her communication devices.

How long am I supposed to stay here?

"..."

No one paid any attention to her for a moment.

Those playing chess continued their game, while the spectator seemed a little more lenient; seeing her red eyes, he replied curtly:

"Before dawn tomorrow morning."

Jiang Ying's spirits lifted, and her bloodshot eyes lit up:
Is the government about to intervene?

"..."

The atmosphere solidified.

The old man playing chess finally reacted; his chess piece remained motionless above the board for a long time.

The tall, thin old man watching the game stared at the chess piece for a while before sighing softly:
"No one will make a move."

“Impossible,” Jiang Ying blurted out incredulously. “Today, as far as I know, several executive vice presidents personally took to the stage. If that’s the case, then what level must the real voices be?”

The elderly people: "..."

The silence of the old men puzzled Jiang Ying. She adjusted her stool, moving closer to the chessboard, and glanced at the situation...

Well, those two terrible chess players, the game is meaningless.

"Unless Senior Chen is not a retired cook, it is absolutely impossible."

Jiang Ying was increasingly puzzled. She pointed to the courtyard, a hint of anger on her face:

"Based on those five plaques in the room, if she has a valid reason for what she wants to do, won't your unit or the government intervene?"

The tall, thin old man shook his head: "Xiao Chen is a retired cook, and her workplace is the Logistics Department of the State Security Bureau. Your information is correct, and that is the truth."

"Her parents and in-laws weren't that complicated either. They were ordinary diplomats at the time, and ordinary people living ordinary lives. It's just that at crucial moments, some of them did some important things, and some brought back some important things."

"As for Xiao Chen..."

The tall, thin old man smiled mockingly: "The bureau provides for her retirement, the country bestows honors upon her, and if Xiao Chen still wants anything, wouldn't she be ungrateful?"

Jiang Ying stared blankly at the tall, thin old man: "Then... what happened today?"

"Didn't you do what happened today?"

Jiang Ying slowly shook her head and replied weakly:

"I just happened to be there watching the show."

At this moment, the fat old man who was playing chess finally spoke, and he calmly asked:
"You also just happened to poach Xiao Chen's employees, just happened to cut off Xiao Chen's supply chain, just happened to instruct large companies to give Xiao Chen negative reviews, and there are many other coincidences. Shall I list some more for you?"

Jiang Ying: "..."

“Young lady, your father’s name doesn’t count here. We’re letting you in because of your sister. She saved one of our colleagues’ lives when she was an ambassador.”

Jiang Ying's sister B is a diplomat, and after returning to China, her job also involved a lot of dealing with the State Security Bureau.

The Ministry of Foreign Affairs and the State Security Bureau have a deep connection and cooperation. This kind of cooperation, where one plays the bad cop while the other investigates the situation, is the norm in great power rivalry.

However, the current issue is not one of great power rivalry, but rather internal conflicts.

The person who made the move didn't know who Chen Guifen was, but cleverly used her scheme to cover up their identity.

Normally, Jiang Ying would have easily completed the business acquisition and even thanked the 'unknown kind-hearted person'. But now, she's misunderstood, and no one will believe her, except for Chen Guifen.

"She should have spoken up, talked to the manager, talked to her colleagues, instead of relying on those few photos in the room..."

The fat old man waved his hand to interrupt Jiang Ying, his expression still calm, a calmness that sent chills down Jiang Ying's spine.

“A year ago, two leading psychiatrists signed off on her diagnosis of schizophrenia.”

"No one will believe a madman's baseless speculation."

"Furthermore, no one would think that a crazy mother could do anything meaningful!"

"Little girl, just stay put."

Jiang Ying thought of that color group photo, and her body trembled again. She asked in a trembling voice:
"Where's the child? That one, where's that child?"

"..."

My God, how did that woman survive?!

…………

No one knows how the chubby receptionist survived, or rather, what belief she had that kept her alive.

For Lei Zhen, all he needed to know was that both his own actions and the bureau's orders were aimed at ensuring this woman lived well and comfortably.

She wants to cause trouble, and as long as it's not too excessive, she'll do it! No questions asked, because everyone knows this woman knows how to behave appropriately.

However, the General Administration has limited manpower, so there are fewer people who can cooperate with her to cause trouble.

Especially during special periods or under special circumstances.

Today is a special case.

Lei Zhen walked out of the foot massage parlor with a satisfied expression; the pretty blind girl's skills were quite good.

In other shops, he would be considered a top-notch technician, but here, he hasn't even graduated yet.

Lei Zhen couldn't imagine what it would feel like if that young masseur himself were to do it.

At this moment, Lei Zhen had completely lost his imposing aura, and looked like an ordinary middle-aged man who had come to relax.

"Boss, check out."

"Thank you for providing our trainee technicians with this opportunity to practice. This service is free of charge."

The chubby receptionist was too lazy to repeat the same things over and over again, so she installed an electronic loudspeaker, which she would press when a customer asked a question.

Lei Zhen: "..."

He glanced into the inner room, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he lazily leaned against the front desk and whispered:
"There are two state visits coming up tomorrow, and the higher-ups need to know the purpose of their visits."

The chubby receptionist shook her head: "Don't talk about business outside."

"Okay, Sister Chen, but because of this, I've had to send out quite a few of my people."

The chubby receptionist was silent for a moment before asking softly, "How many are left?"

Lei Zhen held up three fingers: "Count me in, there are three of us."

The chubby receptionist breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this: "That's good. Just make sure you protect that girl."

"Yu Xiaoning?"

The portly receptionist said meaningfully, "In the decades since the country was founded, only one genius has emerged in this industry. It can be considered a small blessing for the nation. Let's protect her."

Lei Zhen nodded, then asked, "There's already a team in the bureau monitoring her. Sister Chen, if the other side were to make a move, where do you think they would start?"

"do not know."

Lei Zhen: "Sister Chen, can you give me a target? At least let us have targeted protection."

"No."

“Sister Chen,” Lei Zhen said helplessly, “we are an action team. If we are away from home for a long time, the bureau will not be happy.”

The chubby receptionist lowered her head and said softly, "Tonight then."

(End of this chapter)