The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 215 Discovery
"Why did you bring me here?" he asked in a low voice, trying to mask his unease with a question. In his view, the young finance officer was far less reliable than the experienced Zhou Yaqin.

Ou Xiaokui noticed her boss's nervousness and smiled slightly: "Because in the whole company, I'm the only one who minored in color psychology and has systematically studied the brand positioning and occasion application of high-end clothing."

A string of sophisticated technical terms reassured Zhao Xiaochui somewhat.

"Um... Xiao Kui, I think Yansha Outlet is pretty good. Isn't this place a bit... out of touch with reality?"

Ou Xiaokui rolled her eyes at him, annoyed: "Boss, Outlets stands for Brand Direct Sales Discount Shopping Center. The goods inside are mainly out-of-season, discontinued sizes, and clearance items. What we need to purchase today are clothes that you may need to attend various high-end business occasions in the future."

"Why don't you guys go?" Zhao Xiaochui was still somewhat resistant.

“No,” Ou Xiaokui’s tone became serious. “In those people’s eyes, there is only you. Without you, we are nothing! If you don’t show up, our words won’t even get an echo.”

Zhao Xiaochui glared at her: "Girls should speak politely."

Ou Xiaokui retorted confidently, "Isn't Manager Zhang polite enough? Isn't Aunt Zhou direct enough? Whom do you trust and like more?"

Zhao Xiaochui was speechless.

Ou Xiaokui pulled him into a luxury store where there was no queue at the entrance.

The shop assistant's gaze swept over his faded jeans and old canvas bag, the professional smile on his lips remaining perfectly still.

The experienced shop assistants realized that Ou Xiaokui was the real mastermind, so they didn't immediately step forward, but simply stood a short distance away and maintained a polite observation.

Zhao Xiaochui was like a puppet, led by Ou Xiaokui, listening to her give a live lesson in a professional tone:
"Boss, look at this brand. For the color, we chose midnight blue, which is more youthful and sophisticated than traditional pure black, matching your age while still maintaining a mature look. In terms of the cut, its Italian tailoring perfectly optimizes your figure, highlighting your shoulders and waistline. In terms of brand positioning, it conveys a message of understated elegance, artistry, and high quality, perfectly aligning with our 'relaxed and leisurely' philosophy. Most importantly, it's suitable for any occasion; this outfit is sufficient for 99% of the high-end business and social events you might encounter in the future."

Although he only understood bits and pieces, Zhao Xiaochui cooperated attentively and listened attentively throughout. This showed his genuine respect for people with advanced skills.

Try on clothes, pay. The POS machine at the cashier spits out a long receipt.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at the deduction notification on his mobile bank account. The total price of the three outfits was almost equivalent to the income he would receive from a top-tier custom-made service on the second floor.

This amount was a savings figure he never dared to dream of before his rebirth.

The elevator descended smoothly.

Zhao Xiaochui stared at the familiar yet unfamiliar reflection in the mirrored car: the crisp shoulder line of the suit outlined the solid silhouette of an adult man, completely covering his youthful and slender figure.

Only that hand, hanging by the crease of his trousers, its fingertips trembling slightly, still retained a trace of the nineteen-year-old boy who used to work in a massage parlor in the urban village.

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Shi Lei was efficient and responsible in his work, and Zhao Xiaochui and his companion did not have to wait long under the scorching sun before a low-key Phaeton slowly pulled up to the side of the road.

Perhaps she had put a lot of thought into choosing clothes, because after getting on the bus, Ou Xiaokui closed her eyes wearily.

"are you tired?"

Zhao Xiaochui rummaged through the bag, reluctantly handing over the small gift the salesperson had given him—he had seen the price of the silk scarf inside; it retailed for over four thousand.

Ou Xiaokui ignored his expression and accepted it with a smile.

"Thank you, boss, but women don't get tired when they shop."

"Then what are you tired of?"

Ou Xiaokui hesitated for a moment and asked, "Boss, why did you choose me as your assistant? You know, I'm just a junior accountant in the finance department."

Zhao Xiaochui asked in surprise, "Don't you have a double degree in financial management and behavioral economics?"

Ou Xiaokui nodded.

"Hey, once artificial intelligence becomes widespread, will you still be able to work as a junior accountant?"

Ou Xiaokui was speechless: "Boss, I've already passed the intermediate professional title exam."

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head: "Go to any health club on the street, senior health care practitioners are everywhere. Customers only care about your real skills, not your certificates to become repeat customers."

"Boss, I am a mid-level accountant."

"What can an intermediate accountant do at the accounting firm we work with that does financial investigations in Yunnan?"

“…” Ou Xiaokui was silent for a while before saying softly, “Serve tea and water.”

Zhao Xiaochui shrugged: "So being my assistant and pursuing a career in asset management is a great option."

“But it’s not as easy as being a junior accountant,” Ou Xiaokui said sullenly.

"How much did you earn last month?" Zhao Xiaochui asked with a smile. "And you think you can easily earn that much?"

Ou Xiaokui pouted: "Why should I be in charge of the essential oil company's equipment sales and procurement? I don't know anything about these things." "Because you're my assistant. I don't know anything about them either, and I don't have time to know."

Ou Xiaokui suppressed the urge to complain and shut her mouth in frustration.

Zhao Xiaochui looked at her dark circles and suddenly said:

"As a reward, here's a set of eye exercises for you."

"Okay, okay~"

The weariness on Ou Xiaokui's face vanished instantly, and she offered her delicate face.

Seeing her eagerness, Zhao Xiaochui smiled helplessly and slowly raised his hands.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Thumb kneading method.

Foot Taiyang Bladder Meridian.

Save Bamboo Cave.

The steady and precise pressure remains the same, and the order of acupoints in the eye exercises remains unchanged.

There's still an extra massage on the Baihui acupoint on the Du meridian.

Just before the leisurely stroll began, Ou Xiaokui opened her eyes, which had regained their clarity, and looked at Zhao Xiaochui with a complex expression, saying softly:

"Boss, I've figured out the best procurement plan for that equipment."

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

So, where exactly did things go wrong?

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As a parent, female executive Su Wan also wanted to know the answer to this question.

Perhaps because she refused to let the ugly donkey into the company's industrial park, Su Wan quietly became a VIP member in the relaxed backstage area.

So the son enjoyed Zhao Xiaochui's personal service one more time.

In the stillness of the night, Su Wan sat in her study, her laptop screen displaying the study management chart she had created for her son, Zhou Ziang.

As a senior executive who is accustomed to using data to speak, she meticulously applied the quantitative management mindset she uses at work to her child's education.

The table is not complicated and consists of three main parts: a "timetable" that records daily routines, a "report card" that tracks quizzes and homework scores, and an "efficiency log" that she pays special attention to.

Su Wan's last activity each day was to complete and check this spreadsheet.

Elementary schools in Beijing don't rank students by grades. But as a parent of a student from Haidian District who's known for his high test scores, I sometimes secretly rank them.

Su Wan would certainly do that, so she joined a parents' group where no teachers were present.

"Another one place improved?"

Su Wan filled in the latest score, looked at the smooth upward curve, and smiled happily.

Then, I opened Tomato Todo and checked the time my child had spent completing their homework that day.

Another small step forward, and looking at the smooth downward curve, she smiled happily again.

After filling in the data and saving it, Su Wan entered the statistics interface and frowned slightly as she stared at the few slowly changing curves.

She narrowed down the statistical data, then pressed Enter. A crystal-clear inflection point appeared, and Su Wan's pupils instantly contracted.

Her hands were shaking a little, and it took her several tries to unlock the phone.

She opened the eye exercise parent group—she had joined several such groups.

WeChat group - chat history - search: massage, academic performance.

The result came out.

Su Wan looked at the parents who, after being asked if they had noticed any progress in their children's studies, had all fallen silent.

I was speechless for a long time.

(End of this chapter)