The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 162 A Sack of Property Certificates

Guoguo's income is the highest among the girls.

The amount after tax was over 46,900 yuan.

This is because Zheng Ye's morning erection WeChat Moments update time was a little late. If it had been updated at the beginning of the month, the price of the fruit would probably have doubled.

After being dragged to dinner by Zhao Xiaochui and scolded until her head was spinning, Guoguo returned to her relaxed and leisurely stroll around 7 p.m.

Her fiery temper caused her to lose at least four thousand yuan in commission income with a single finger strike.

That's all. Starting with the morning erection post on WeChat Moments, the daily 5-7 PM (5-7 PM) session for two people to enjoy essential oil kidney care is the time when the kidney meridian is at its peak, which is also the second best time to practice the Six Healing Sounds. The price is doubled during this time.

Based on the adjusted commission rate of 18%, Guoguo lost two thousand yuan in just two hours.

As for whether there will be no customers?
Brother Zheng Ye is considered a top-tier member of the middle class, and the power of his morning erection circle of friends is no joke.

So after two consecutive hours of busy work, a routine gradually formed on the second floor: the hour after 19 p.m. was fixed as the technicians' rest time.

When Guoguo entered the lounge, the girls were all looking at their phones, and most of them had red eyes.

"Sister Guoguo, I received more than 30,000 yuan."

Liu Li said happily, "With Zhao Xiaochui back, my sense of security has returned."

How could she not be happy to receive such a high salary in such a safe environment—even though she received the lowest salary among her sisters?

"Sister Guoguo, what is a corporate annuity?"

"You can also check the annuity custody app in the backend."

"What is 'investment selection'? Why is there only one option: a conservative investment?"

"The housing subsidy is 800? Aren't the houses in OCT free for us to live in? Why are they giving us money?"

"The backstage staff also said that since we have union cards now, we can get movie tickets?"

"What is this supplemental medical insurance?"

"It's commercial medical insurance. If you have a lot of money to burn and are too lazy to queue, you can go to the international department of Peking Union Medical College Hospital. This can reimburse part of the costs."

"They even include employees' children in the company's supplementary medical insurance?"

"Childcare fee subsidy?"

"Birthday benefits for children... Sister Guoguo, I remember your child's birthday is in July?"

Guoguo's eyes reddened, and with trembling hands she pulled out a Jingxi shopping card with a limit of 2000 yuan from her bag.

This was the first payday, and the back-end system not only displayed the salary details but also listed all of EasySlow's company benefits.

The girls only saw the tip of the iceberg of the welfare system, but even this small part was enough to shock them—they had only heard customers brag about these benefits when they were working as hostesses at KTVs, but they never thought they could have them themselves.

Zhao Xiaochui has repeatedly promised: "Easy and slow travel will ensure that every employee 'gets what they deserve for their work'."

At that moment, the lounge fell silent.

A suppressed sob broke the silence, and the sound of crying seemed to open the floodgates of emotion, quickly spreading among the girls.

At that moment, all the fatigue from their work and the grievances they suffered from customers vanished.

Guoguo, her eyes red, looked up and said through gritted teeth:
"Ono is an idiot!"

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"It's a pity about Ono."

This was the first thing Zhang Minghua, the accounting supervisor, said to Zhao Xiaochui.

After dinner, he led Ma Jinfang into the office area, where Zhang Minghua was responsible for greeting them.

As for Zhou Yaqin—the first month of her relaxed and slow-paced financial work was very tedious, and she was still busy with fund transfers.

Sitting on the sofa in the lounge area, Zhao Xiaochui asked:
"Aunt Zhang, are you and Aunt Zhou still sticking to a one-yuan annual salary?" Zhang Minghua smiled and nodded, the retired financial elite maintaining an elegant demeanor at all times: "The relaxed and leisurely corporate benefits are something money can't buy."

"Then it's up to you."

Zhao Xiaochui nodded slightly. He didn't demand anything of these retired elites who had already achieved financial freedom.

He took the large sack from Ma Jinfang, placed it in front of Zhang Minghua, and said to the accounting supervisor:
"This is the property certificate for Chen Guifen, our largest shareholder. Aunt Zhang, please take care of it."

"What's this?" Zhang Minghua stared blankly at the large sack.

"Property certificate," Zhao Xiaochui replied numbly.

What does "processing" mean?

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head and said with a headache, "Sell all but the top-tier school district properties as soon as possible."

Zhao Xiaochui had never owned any personal property, but now that he was reborn, he knew that this was the last chance to sell his house.

Even in Beijing, the most resilient properties are always those few school district properties.

Zhang Minghua asked in confusion, "Does it have anything to do with walking slowly and leisurely?"

She needs to understand the nature of this matter; whether it's within or outside of work requires different approaches.

Of course, she most hoped this was Zhao Xiaochui's private matter.

Zhao Xiaochui's answer disappointed her: "This is the investment capital from the largest shareholder, and there's also Hua Jie's side. If you want to withdraw your investment, hurry up and return it to her."

Zhang Minghua nodded in agreement. Thinking of Sister Hua, he couldn't help but smile to himself. Being a shareholder who takes things easy and leisurely is really not easy without a certain level of strength.

If she doesn't divest most of her shares soon, she probably won't even be able to sleep well.

She roughly rummaged through the sack: "These shops..."

Zhao Xiaochui raised his hand to stop her from asking further questions, and turned his gaze to Ma Jinfang, who was huddled to the side.

Zhang Minghua immediately understood, beckoned to an accountant, whispered a few instructions, and then arranged for her to leave with the sanitation workers.

After Ma Jinfang had walked away, Zhao Xiaochui sighed softly, "If it weren't for her, Easy Slow Travel would have closed down long ago."

Considering the importance the top leader placed on Yu Xiaoning, Zhao Xiaochui understood that this assumption was already the most lenient possible outcome.

"Assign them to cleaning and miscellaneous tasks in the office area, with the same compensation as key employees?"

Zhang Minghua sought opinions.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded in agreement.

"What about these shops?"

Zhao Xiaochui had a contingency plan in mind, and he hoped that his elite subordinates would refine it.

“We keep those good properties that are leased long-term by banks, insurance companies, government agencies, and public institutions, and record the income as an investment.”

"The rest of the miscellaneous items need to be replaced."

Zhang Minghua looked puzzled: "Replacement?"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded: "Financial Street, Guomao Central Villa Area, you can add other places, shops with property rights of 500 square meters or more, not required to be street-facing."

Zhang Minghua laughed: "Branch plan?"

Zhao Xiaochui blushed slightly and twisted his two index fingers together: "One store can't even fill up the space. We didn't think that far ahead. Choosing those good locations was just to optimize assets for the major shareholder."

Zhang Minghua suppressed a laugh: "Okay, okay, our finance department will definitely optimize the assets."

After finishing the main tasks, Zhang Minghua began to report on the remaining issues from the incident a few days earlier:
"The settlement for the thirteen teenagers who lost limbs and were injured by illegal firework firework totaled more than 159.4 million yuan. Starting today, the three of them will be brought to the rehabilitation center by their families every day after get off work."

At this point, Zhang Minghua looked up at Zhao Xiaochui and said, "You will handle this personally."

Zhao Xiaochui nodded. People were trying to help him get revenge. Although he was misled, his intentions were good. He accepted the consequences, the money, and the price.
(End of this chapter)