The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 179 Untitled
Qian Tu, whose courtesy name is "Qian the Legal Counsel" and whose pen name means "limitless future," saw four people squatting in the corner as soon as he entered the mediation room.

The young man at the head of the group appeared calm and composed, while an elderly man beside him stood at ease. A slender middle-aged woman was quietly comforting a little boy of about seven or eight years old, whose eyes were brimming with excitement.

"Boss, I'm here."

Zhao Xiaochui, who was crouching down to peek into the conference room, stood up upon hearing this and asked, puzzled:
What happened to your mouth?

Qian Tu scratched his head sheepishly: "Boss, you, you didn't look at my resume? I, I've become like this ever since I came to a place like this."

"..."

After being silenced, Zhao Xiaochui looked at the three oddballs squatting beside him and sighed deeply.

"Let's go back to the shop later and discuss your problem."

"Boss...no, no..."

Seeing his flushed face, Zhao Xiaochui said considerately, "Take a break!"

"Okay, okay, okay... old man, I... I'll find out... about the situation."

Before the words were finished, the door to the mediation room was suddenly pushed open, and two figures stormed in angrily.

It was Yan Xiao and Ma Jinquan, both of them now wearing the gray technician uniforms of Six-Fingered Man. However, the brand-new fabric looked particularly comical on their disheveled and still smelly bodies.

Yan Xiao, in particular, had a shiny bald head, but now it was covered with a few suspicious yellow stains, and his face turned pale and then red.

"Where are they? Where's the culprit?" Yan Xiao scanned the room as soon as he entered, his gaze sharp as lightning, finally settling on Yangyang in the corner. His voice boomed, making the roof vibrate. "It's that little brat! And you all! You're lawless! Openly using such despicable methods! This isn't over!"

Ma Jinquan chimed in, "Officers, you have to stand up for us! This is blatant commercial retaliation and personal attack in broad daylight! It's outrageous! They must be severely punished! They must compensate us for our emotional distress, reputational damage, lost wages, and cleaning costs!"

Just as Qian was about to speak, Zhao Xiaochui gently pressed down on his arm.

Just as Yan Xiao was spitting as he spoke and Ma Jinquan was crying his eyes out, steady footsteps sounded again at the door.

Several men in dark jackets, with serious expressions, walked out of the conference room. The one in the lead flashed his badge: "District Criminal Investigation Team. Who is Yan Xiao?"

The noisy mediation room fell silent instantly, as if the air had frozen.

Yan Xiao's arrogance deflated like a punctured balloon. He looked bewildered and pointed at himself, saying, "I...I'm Yan Xiao. Officer, you...you've got the wrong person! We're the victims!"

The lead detective's eyes were sharp, and his voice was completely calm: "Yan Xiao, we received a report and have preliminarily verified that you are suspected of using illegal channels to send unauthorized, large-scale commercial harassing text messages to unspecified mobile phone users, seriously disrupting normal communication order and violating relevant laws and regulations. Now, please come with us to assist in the investigation."

"Wh...what?" Yan Xiao was struck dumb, his face turning deathly pale. "Officer...Officer, it's a misunderstanding! A huge misunderstanding! I was...that was normal business promotion! Ugly Donkey is a big company, how could we do anything illegal!"

He hurriedly looked at Ma Jinquan, seeking his support.

Ma Jinquan was completely at a loss and didn't know what to do.

The detective completely ignored Yan Xiao's explanation. With a wave of his hand, two colleagues stepped forward and "invited" Yan Xiao to stay on either side: "Mr. Yan, if you have something to say, come back with us and we'll talk about it slowly. Cooperating with the investigation is your duty."

Yan Xiao's legs went weak, and he was practically dragged out, still shouting, "I'm a senior executive at Ugly Donkey, I need to call the company, I need to call Ugly Donkey's legal department."

Ma Jinquan dared not respond. He shrank back, wishing he could disappear into the ground. His previous fierce determination to get to the bottom of things had vanished, leaving only fear and regret.

He then realized how utterly ineffective his supposedly foolproof techniques were in the face of truly ruthless methods.

The executives of the billion-dollar company, who usually wield considerable influence and influence in the local area, are now being treated so formally and even handcuffed for "such a trivial matter"—in Ma Jinquan's view, it was just sending some promotional text messages, which at most constituted a violation and certainly did not constitute a "crime"—!

In Ma Jinquan's many years of experience in the business world, police stations and even municipal bureaus usually set up such scenes when targeting vicious and hardened criminals.

Now, this same procedure has been applied exactly as it was to a regional manager of a multi-billion dollar company who holds the power of life and death over countless businesses.

There was no expected phone intervention, no leader came forward to speak, and even a symbolic inquiry was omitted. He was taken away directly for investigation. The gleaming handcuffs struck Ma Jinquan like lightning, making him feel cold all over and his limbs stiff.

It was just...just sending a harassing text message! At most, they'd fine us and make some changes, so why...they got the criminal investigation department involved? And it was the district bureau, for crying out loud!
In the corner, Zhao Xiaochui grinned silently, then with a quick twist of his arm, he firmly hoisted the little guy onto his shoulder. He then reached out and pulled the still somewhat dazed Ma Jinfang, and nodded to Lao Qin.

"Let's go, time for work!"

Zhao Xiaochui's voice was light and cheerful, as if everything that had just happened was nothing more than a farce.

Yangyang rode on Zhao Xiaochui's shoulders, swinging his little legs excitedly. Ma Jinfang and Lao Qin also came to their senses, their faces showing relieved smiles. They followed behind Zhao Xiaochui, preparing to leave this place of trouble.

"Zhao Xiaochui, wait!"

A hoarse shout came from behind, tinged with barely suppressed anger.

"You guys...are just leaving like this?"

Ma Jinquan glared at the group of people walking leisurely, then looked at the 'acquaintance' from Fatou Police Station who had been by his side the whole time. "Are you just going to let them leave like this?"

Ma Jinquan, who thought it had nothing to do with him, still wanted to hold them responsible for the explosion.

Helpless, the acquaintances at Fatou Police Station stepped forward and whispered a few words in Ma Jinquan's ear.

Ma Jinquan was immediately stunned.

"I...I don't know what those devices are for. Warning, I...I'm unaware."

"Chi~"

A sneer rang out, and Zhao Xiaochui, without turning his head, led the group away leisurely.

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Many years ago, Wanglaoji and Jiaduobao engaged in the fiercest brand battle in history, and Jiaduobao declined.

Many years later, Wuzhisheng branch engaged in extremely malicious competition with Qingsong Manxing. Qingsong Manxing suffered no losses, while most massage and foot massage parlors around Fatou did not last until early August.

On the same day, the Six Fingers branch suffered a 'severe blow' and announced its closure.

Among the massage parlors still operating in the Fatou area, only Relax and Stroll remains.

(End of this chapter)