The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 214 Spending money
Tuesday marked the first mandatory store closure for a holiday for Easy Slow Travel.

Recent customer satisfaction data for the men's section, like a bowstring stretched to its limit, clearly shows the exhaustion of the technicians.

The new HR's report cited a Harvard study showing that overwork can reduce productivity by 40%, which was less of a suggestion and more of a serious warning to the boss. Therefore, Zhao Xiaochui issued the notice in advance.

The high-intensity work means high rewards. The reason why the girls are reluctant to take a vacation is because the ever-increasing numbers in their back-end accounts are supporting and motivating them.

But there is always a risk that the mental string will break.

Do they love their jobs? The answer is no.

Aside from Zhao Xiaochui, who truly possesses the skills to fundamentally solve customers' health problems, no one else would genuinely love this job that requires extreme patience and humility in serving others.

What girls love is money, the security it brings, and the possibility of changing their fate.

So when the notice of mandatory leave was issued, they chattered in the work group for two days and finally decided to have a collective luxury experience.

The administration responded quickly, reserving a luxury suite at the Aman Summer Palace for them and arranging a special itinerary for today—an in-depth tour of the Summer Palace, including the unopened areas of the Garden of Harmonious Pleasures and the Pavilion of Clear Purity, led by a retired researcher from the Palace Museum.

Ten blind technicians on the first floor, led by volunteers assisting the blind, went to the Beijing Tactile Art Museum to "see" the art that sighted people can only appreciate with their eyes.

While both are forms of tourism, the investment of money creates an invisible wall separating what they see and hear from that of ordinary tourists.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't join in the fun.

He had a rare opportunity to sleep in without being disturbed by anything.

The high intensity of physical exertion resulted in consistently high sleep quality for him.

The cheat system was secretly modifying his body, and six hours of deep sleep was enough for him to fully recover his energy.

When he woke up, he was alone in the room. The other side of the bed was cold and flat, indicating that the female academic star hadn't slept all night and had secretly run away.

He went to the hotel's buffet restaurant alone and enjoyed a hearty breakfast.

The astonishing appetite attracted many guests, especially some children.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't care at all; on the contrary, he happily enjoyed the spotlight. He noticed that some of the children watching were wearing glasses, and his hands, which always seemed to be itching to solve something, started to itch slightly again, but he ultimately resisted.

After checking out of the hotel, Zhao Xiaochui sat on the soft sofa in the lobby, looking through his old canvas crossbody bag.

The crossbody bag with a wide shoulder strap, large capacity, flap closure, and multiple external attachment points is Zhao Xiaochui's favorite item. It was a gift from the village cadre who was stationed in the village before he started junior high school.

Inside the bag were some gifts left for him by the chubby receptionist—some property deeds that she had deliberately kept, as well as various other documents.

There are two motorcycle license plates with the license plate "Guangjing A".

Zhao Xiaochui had a general understanding of the fat receptionist's family. Decades ago, a family with two diplomats and two frontline security personnel was always able to accumulate astonishing wealth through legal overseas channels.

It's not surprising that such a substantial fortune will be left behind, provided that the descendants don't make any major mistakes.

So it's not surprising that anyone with a bit of intelligence could leave behind such a substantial fortune.

These were all things Zhao Xiaochui pursued and envied before his rebirth, but after his rebirth, he had them all because he helped the fat receptionist.

However, he refused the notarized transfer of ownership and only signed a trusteeship agreement.

Sell ​​houses that are destined to depreciate, and exchange them for shops and sign a lease with Easy Slow Travel; exchange them for cash and sign a high-yield wealth management agreement with Zhao Xiaochui.

Therefore, Zhao Xiaochui still holds the vast majority of the shares in Easy Slow Travel. This is the result of his compromise; according to the fat receptionist's will, these shares should all belong to him.

Of the property certificates he deliberately kept, three are located in Overseas Chinese Town.

Two of the large single-level apartments have been handed over to the design team of the elegant company for renovation, to be used as dormitories for the company's core female technicians.

After the renovation, the average living space per person for the twelve girls will exceed 30 square meters, with living standards directly comparable to top international luxury SPA brands.

The remaining room is a small studio apartment, which Zhao Xiaochui plans to live in by himself. He just doesn't know if Gao Ya will take on this 'small job'.

As Zhao Xiaochui was tidying up his "assets," which represented heavy responsibilities, the person he was waiting for arrived.

The relaxed and leisurely lifestyle has established a high standard for the living environment of the second-floor staff, comparable to that of top international luxury SPA brands.

For regular office and logistics staff, those who do not own property will receive a housing allowance of 1200 yuan per month.

As for blind technicians, they also receive a housing allowance and live in a shared dormitory set up by a community center.

It's not that Zhao Xiaochui is biased, but rather that there are psychological and behavioral issues with blind technicians, and a solution that satisfies both sides hasn't been found yet.

After tidying up his belongings and letting his mind wander for a while, Ou Xiaokui, whom Zhao Xiaochui was waiting for, appeared at the lobby entrance and waved to him.

A moment later, he got into the familiar Volkswagen Phaeton.

With the car doors closed, the noise from the outside world was completely shut out by the thick soundproof glass.

In the driver's seat sat a silent figure. His name was Shi Lei, a retired soldier, with a strong build and a steady gaze.

All the elements perfectly matched the "Easy and Slow Travel" job requirements for a driver-security guard, making him the first employee in this role. Now, the company has three employees like Shi Lei.

Today's task is simple: spend money.

Our first destination was a large used car trading center in Beijing.

The car dealer was one of Qian Mankun's friends, and Zhao Xiaochui believed he wouldn't dare to cheat him. Otherwise, the next time he came for a massage, he would "cheat" him back.

The purchase objective is clear: three Volkswagen Phaetons, originally priced at nearly three million yuan, all W12 6.0L four-seater executive versions, with complete 4S dealership maintenance records and mileage under 80,000 kilometers. The total package price is one and a half million yuan. In addition, two used GL8s in the same condition are also included.

The vehicle license plate issue was resolved by acquiring two small companies that had license plate quotas and utilizing the companies' tax credits.

Including the original vehicle, Easy Slow Travel acquired six buses overnight, quickly making up for the company's shortcomings in reception capacity.

The first task is complete.

However, the money was transferred from the company account, and Ou Xiaokui was in charge of the entire process, so Zhao Xiaochui did not experience the pleasure of spending money.

He said goodbye to Shi Lei, who stayed behind to handle the formalities, and, led by Ou Xiaokui, arrived at his second destination for the day—SKP.

Inside the mall, a huge crystal chandelier casts even light onto the gleaming marble floor.

Zhao Xiaochui's canvas shoes squeaked softly under his feet, making a slight but irritating noise. He instinctively clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white from the force.

This was the first time in his two lifetimes that he had ever stepped into such a place. A sense of dread, stemming from his physical memory, welled up within him.

(End of this chapter)