The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 161 Continued (Part 2)

A fleet of business vehicles discreetly drove past the entrance to the Relax and Slow Travel area.

Yu Xiaoning was sitting in the van trying to calm herself down when she could vaguely hear a woman's screams through the open window.

Of course, she had no idea that the high-end talent she had painstakingly attracted had already been overshadowed by the Northeastern girl.

Yu Xiaoning closed the car window. She felt that the scream was a mockery of her, and the filth she had been buried in the bucket of dry water seemed to be something that could never be washed away.

This is a psychological issue.

The special operations leader clearly understood her current state, so he pretended not to know and only brought up work-related matters.

"The big boss is very anxious; he's been asking you several times a day these days."

Yu Xiaoning nodded, expressing her gratitude for the leader's concern.

The special operations leader ignored her attitude and continued, "The heads of the two international investment institutions in China have asked us to express our apologies to you and assure you that something like this will not happen again."

Yu Xiaoning finally reacted. She turned to look at the special operations leader, her blank gaze showing some fluctuation: "What do you mean?"

The special operations leader coughed and said, "The global presidents of both companies are embedded in a concrete wall."

Yu Xiaoning became even more curious: "What did they do?"

“Those two Indian CEOs…” Under the glare of the special operations leader, the burly driver spoke up, “They’re the ones who funded the bounty on you.”

Yu Xiaoning understood.

But the burly driver didn't finish his sentence; he was clearly provoked by something, despite his usual calm demeanor.

"These two are considered good. One is a current planner at the CIA, and the other two are retired planners. Their whole family is together."

"..." Yu Xiaoning was startled by the news, her eyes finally regaining their liveliness. "Who did it?"

"do not know!"

The special operations leader, looking helpless, scratched his head in frustration: "Let alone the United States, we don't even have any information on that Chinese man in his thirties."

"Experts determined that he did not undergo any disguise."

"But we just can't find it."

"It looked as if it had sprung out of a stone."

Yu Xiaoning breathed a sigh of relief and skillfully tied her hair into a ponytail: "What do you need me to do?"

"We need Director Yu to contact the State Security Bureau."

The special operations leader looked somewhat embarrassed, after all, they had also run into some problems, but the other side was now an impenetrable fortress, and they were currently cleaning up their internal forces, so no one could say anything at this time.

Seeing Yu Xiaoning's unpleasant expression, the special operations leader explained, "The higher-ups mean that everything should be done in moderation. The two major investment companies are willing to provide personnel and equipment as compensation; it's time to consider the bigger picture..."

Yu Xiaoning smiled slightly, his expression unreadable, and continued the conversation, saying, "Let's consider the overall situation."

After saying that, she took out the cell phone that the special agents had called, and while turning it on, she asked, "How are the masseuse and Chen Guifen doing?"

Special Operations Leader: "..."

Yu Xiaoning suddenly looked up: "Are they still alive?"

"……do not know."

…………

There are still many people who are unaware of the situation.

The resulting pressure is transmitted from the bottom up.

For the first time, Zhao Xiaochui's high-end customer base unleashed a massive and terrifying energy.

To illustrate this to a person, let's take the white shirt as an example—the head of the Chaoyang branch bureau used his connections to request confirmation of Zhao Xiaochui's safety.

The pressure generated by this chain of events was all withstood by the Labor Bureau.

At the level of those wearing white shirts, what they lack is not money, beautiful women, or power, but health!

With a healthy body, they can ensure that the first three will continue to arrive.

Therefore, the pressure will accumulate rapidly, waiting for the moment it explodes.

Fortunately, the 19-year-old masseur has returned.

…………

There weren't many people on the streets of Fatou at dusk.

The road surface, baked by the scorching sun all day, was still a bit too hot to walk on.

Having regained his youthful appearance, Zhao Xiaochui stood outside the gate of Fatou Police Station under the scorching setting sun.

Inside, several timid figures peeked out cautiously, only emerging with their heads down after confirming that Zhao Xiaochui wouldn't leave. Old Qin and Yangyang had bandages on their heads, along with bruises and scratches on their faces.

Zhao Xiaochui picked up Yangyang: "Will the house issue be resolved soon?"

Old Qin nodded and said happily, "I didn't expect school district housing in Haidian to be so expensive. I changed to a two-bedroom apartment in OCT, and the money left over is enough for Yangyang to get married and have children."

At this point, he looked at Zhao Xiaochui with a somewhat uneasy expression: "What if I'm gone in the future..."

"You'll live to be a hundred!" Zhao Xiaochui said irritably, shoving Yangyang into his arms. "Bring him to work at Relax Slow Walk tomorrow; he's the linen room supervisor. As for this little brat..."

Zhao Xiaochui gave Yangyang's little head a hard nudge, and the lucky kid who hadn't killed himself buried his head in Lao Qin's arms.

"I've already spoken to Principal Xie, and you'll be going to school after the summer vacation."

"I do not!"

"You're welcome to object!"

"..."

After seeing the father and son off, Zhao Xiaochui faced Wang Jianlian, who was waiting with his head down.

She was a woman who still retained her charm, and more importantly, she was his savior, though he did so unintentionally.

Will you continue with this kind of thing in the future?

Wang Jianlian thought for a moment and shook her head.

"Yangyang's father must have left a lot of money. If you're worried about running out of money just sitting around, why don't you come out and find a job?"

Zhao Xiaochui's meaning is quite clear.

Wang Jianlian nodded without hesitation.

"The position is a receptionist at the old shop downstairs, with a monthly salary of around 5000 yuan. It strictly adheres to labor laws and includes an additional corporate annuity benefit. Is that acceptable?"

Wang Jianlian was overjoyed.

Zhao Xiaochui sighed deeply: "You saved my life, but that doesn't mean I'll forgive your long-term domestic violence against Yangyang..."

He raised his hand to stop Wang Jianlian from explaining, "We'll see how you behave in the future."

Zhao Xiaochui coaxed another person away.

Only Ma Jinfang and Guoguo remain.

The former led him to pay over a million yuan in compensation to the young thugs; the latter...

What are you thinking?

Zhao Xiaochui turned on his phone screen, which displayed countless missed calls, causing Guoguo to lower her head.

"Even big stars asked me if there was a risk of their tanks bursting if they came for another massage."

"And then there's Yu Xiaoning. He went through so much trouble to attract talent to contribute to our country's development, and you just blew it all away."

Guoguo retorted timidly, "Her insults were too harsh."

Zhao Xiaochui: "What did she say?"

"Fuck you!"

"..." Zhao Xiaochui helplessly rubbed his forehead. "What's your! Did you understand? Miss Guoguo, a high school student, when she pronounces it quickly, it sounds like wɑ-ts-yer. She's asking you what's going on, why it hasn't been configured successfully after three tries!"

Guoguo gave a thumbs-up with admiration: "You really are the best. You didn't forget to study hard even after graduating from junior high school."

"roll!"

"Okay~"

Guoguo beamed with a happy smile and skipped and hopped towards the relaxed, slow-paced area.

Zhao Xiaochui is back, and no trouble is trouble anymore.

very nice.

Under the setting sun, Zhao Xiaochui held the hand of a female sanitation worker worth over a million yuan, following behind Guoguo.

He contributed ten masters of internal martial arts to the Labor Bureau in exchange for settling all the troubles of his relatives and friends, and incidentally regaining his 19-year-old appearance.

The overweight receptionist is out of danger and is slowly recovering.

On this day, Zhao Xiaochui's salary arrived in his account. After deducting personal income tax, he actually received more than 1,175,000 yuan.

In July, after deducting salaries and benefits, including customer breach of contract penalties, various compensations, and fees for extra services provided by Jiang Ying and Wang Churan, Easy Slow Travel made a profit of over eight million yuan.

(End of this chapter)