The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 196 The so-called P7
(The deleted parts of the previous chapter have been restored. Please remember to check the second half of chapter 37.)
This was the first time Zhao Xiaochui had heard the term "algorithm exploitation".

In his past life, he was also a deliveryman on the "Ugly Donkey" platform, braving wind and rain.

I work myself to the bone, and at the end of the day, I can barely earn two hundred yuan.

This income was enough for him to be basically satisfied, preventing him from becoming overly ambitious, and just enough to maintain his motivation to continue taking orders the next day.

He used to think it was a reward for his hard work, the fruit of his sweat. Now he realizes that the two hundred yuan was just a carrot dangling in front of the donkey, bait carefully calculated by the platform to keep him dangling and pulling the millstone endlessly.

But he encountered many reasonable people.

Special-grade teacher, criminal investigation expert, overweight receptionist, Yu Xiaoning...

This includes blind technicians who struggle on the margins of society but still try to live, as well as the girls in KTVs who support their lives with songs and smiles.

Zhao Xiaochui, like them, didn't have the time or energy to think deeply about these complex social issues.

They were just trying to live, their hearts, battered and bruised by reality, still holding onto a sliver of kindness and a yearning for a better future.

But that's enough. It's much better than living in the shadow of Anglo-Saxon racial superiority with yellow skin and black hair!
Zhao Xiaochui had wiped out several household registrations over there, and Re Liu had long since shown him what kind of bastards those people were!

Of course, every nation and every country has its share of such things...

Rubbish.

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According to modern societal standards, Xue Yong, as the operations director of the Beijing region for "Ugly Donkey," undoubtedly belongs to the second-highest tier of elites.

He holds a high position as a P7-level employee at "Ugly Donkey" and has access to a vast amount of industry resources. His cross-enterprise cooperation ability is only one thing he lacks, even compared to those "C-level" figures in Beijing who have the power to allocate public resources.

Overall, his abilities are beyond question.

Therefore, if someone calls him trash to his face, that person is inherently biased, and could even be considered problematic.

However, even someone as capable as Xue Yong has recently been overwhelmed by a troubling matter.

Yan Xiao, his business development (BD) manager, has been "in jail" for several days now. For the past few days, Xue Yong has been racking his brains trying to understand why Yan Xiao would resort to such outdated methods to attack a competitor.
Anyone with a normal IQ, even if their head was slammed in a door, wouldn't come up with that terrible idea... right?

Although that method was highly targeted and effective, and was a common tactic used by Ugly Donkey a few years ago when it was expanding its market, it is outdated and has been clearly defined as illegal!

"Oh shit!"

Xue Yong cursed under his breath.

"Damn it!" Xue Yong cursed under his breath, irritably scrolling through his contacts on his phone.

As a senior executive, you can't just stand by and watch an employee who made a mistake because of "working hard" go to jail, can you?

This is not just a matter of personal favor, but also his responsibility and face as a leader.

However, in the past two days, he has used all the connections he could, but the problem that could have been solved with a single phone call in the past is still hanging in the balance.

They won't process it?
Do you still want to protect employment in your area?
Do you still want your children to get jobs through me in the future?

They've said all the nice things, and even resorted to threats.

Useless!

Now, Xue Yong has only one last option left, which is also the one he is least willing to accept—to negotiate with the parties involved.

"It's just a massage parlor!" Xue Yong muttered to himself, trying to regain some psychological advantage. He had already devised a communication plan: first, extend an olive branch, offer traffic entry, provide onboarding subsidies, waive commissions, and even offer free advertising and traffic support, promising to promote him as a star merchant!

Of course, these exchange conditions cannot all be thrown out at once; they must be presented gradually, step by step, to demonstrate the "sincerity" and "strength" of the "ugly donkey."

He hasn't personally communicated with merchants in a long time, let alone adopted this "coming to the door to make peace" attitude.

In the past, merchants lined up to beg him, but now the tables have turned and he is the one who has to bow his head.

Xue Yong, who was used to being a guest of honor, was standing at the entrance of the "Relaxed Stroll" store on Jinchan North Road. He had been waiting there for three hours in the sweltering heat after being politely but firmly refused entry by a young security guard.

Sweat trickled down his temples, soaking his expensive shirt.

Looking at the endless stream of customers in the store, and at those customers who walked out with satisfied smiles on their faces, he felt an indescribable sense of frustration welling up inside him.

He took out his phone and dialed Yan Xiao's lawyer's number again, only to receive the same cold reply: "Still under investigation, bail is not possible at the moment."

Xue Yong's face was terribly gloomy.

He knew there must be some issues behind this that he was unaware of.

The source of the problem must be this very place, Easy Slow Walk!

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Xue Yong waited until the two young people finished talking and the woman, who was clearly of Chinese descent, left in a huff before hurriedly crossing the street.

He brushed past a yellow vest speeding by in the middle of the road.

"Damn it!"

"If you want to die, find a place to die!"

Ugly Donkey in yellow vest cursed at the Ugly Donkey executive, who stood there dumbfounded, not daring to utter a sound.

Because he didn't pay his social security contributions.

The burly security guard at the entrance of the leisurely stroll also noticed him. He reported the situation through his earpiece and hurriedly came to Zhao Xiaochui's side, watching Xue Yong approaching warily.

Xue Yong tried his best to tidy himself up; there was still sweat on his forehead, and his suit was a bit wrinkled. Today would be the most embarrassing day of his business dealings.

He took a deep breath, forced a professional smile, and extended his hand:
"Mr. Zhao, I've heard so much about you. I'm Xue Yong, the Operations Director for Ugly Donkey's Beijing Region. I'm here today because I have something to discuss with you."

After introducing himself, Xue Yong looked at Zhao Xiaochui with anticipation, his heart filled with longing to enter a relaxing, air-conditioned space!

Zhao Xiaochui nodded slightly, raised his eyes, and his gaze was calm:
"Mr. Xue, you're too kind. May I ask where you've heard so much about me?"

"..."

Can't you tell I'm just being polite? I'm an old man, and I'm going against my conscience to flatter a young person like you, and you dare to give me attitude? Damn it.

Xue Yong withdrew his outstretched hand and awkwardly wiped his forehead.

"Mr. Zhao, we at Ugly Donkey have always admired high-quality businesses like Relaxed and Slow Travel. Your store's customer traffic is truly impressive."

"Mr. Xue, you flatter me. If you have nothing else to do, I'll get back to work."

(End of this chapter)