The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 216 Thinking Beyond Ordinary People
Some of those parents are clearly very enthusiastic people.

They will send invitation codes to new group members and enthusiastically answer their questions.

So why have they gone silent?
Su Wan leaned back in her ergonomic chair, her fingers unconsciously swiping across the touchpad as she stared at the silent WeChat profile pictures on the screen. A word flashed through her mind: cognitive arbitrage.

These parents are exploiting this information asymmetry to quietly gain an advantage for their children. Is this a zero-sum game?

No, in the race of education, any lead is a surpassing of others. They are not sharing their joy, but protecting the "gold mine" they have just discovered.

Su Wan closed WeChat, and her screen was instantly filled with the real-time financial news she had already opened.

The multi-page information feed is like a vast net for capturing the future, containing a massive and complex amount of information. But the most eye-catching element is the bold title in the very center of the screen—three red lines!
It is early August 2020. The financing supervision policy for real estate companies jointly issued by the Ministry of Housing and Urban-Rural Development and the People's Bank of China may just be another financial term that ordinary people cannot understand.

If he happens to be among those with an urgent need to buy a home, big data might even go to extremes by recommending anxiety-inducing news about rising housing prices and booming real estate markets, because selling anxiety is the key to generating traffic. Everyone around him is talking about buying or upgrading their homes; the successful experiences of the past few decades have created a powerful inertia in thinking, pushing everyone forward.

But is Su Wan an ordinary person?
On the computer, the news surrounding the "three red lines" is accompanied by a series of cold, hard data, such as the slowdown in M2 growth, birth rate, and urbanization rate.

To others, these are isolated pieces of information; but to Su Wan, they form a complete puzzle.

These "three red lines" are not a warning, but a signal to fundamentally address the root causes of the problem. It signifies that the country's determination to deleverage and control systemic financial risks is unprecedented, and the era of rampant growth where one could make money simply by buying property blindly is about to come to a forced end.

In this age of information overload, what is truly scarce is not information itself, but the ability to see through the fog and discern the essence of things.

Su Wan glanced at the screen one last time, decisively closed all the pages, and opened a real estate website. She quickly found the only community in the Fatou area that met all her demanding criteria—Overseas Chinese Town.

The counter-trend rise in housing prices, the small number of poorly designed apartments that still sold quickly—all these unusual details confirmed her suspicions.

Next, she found last month's top salesperson in the ranking of brokers who closed deals—Chen Ye (mentioned earlier).

Clicking on his profile picture reveals a meticulously designed personal bio:
"In the first half, we traded health for assets; in the second half, we traded assets for health."

The value of top-tier real estate is being reassessed. It's no longer just about location and bricks and mortar.

The criteria are simple: the tranquility of the community and the walking distance from that "core".

Location: Fatou, Beijing

Su Wan found someone who could benefit her with the fastest speed and efficiency.

So how can ordinary people compete with someone like Su Wan?
…………

Without his cheat-like abilities, Zhao Xiaochui would just be an ordinary person.

He didn't even have the same strong desire to win as Su Wan.

Having lost both parents at a young age, his desire for stability was far more urgent than his pursuit of wealth.

For him, a stable job, a few close friends, and a small shop full of life constitute the entirety of a "good life".

But he knew that because of his special abilities, he was getting further and further away from the ordinary life he longed for.

According to Yu Xiaoning's analysis, because of the existence of the second floor where he can easily walk slowly, he will become increasingly distant from ordinary people.

However, he didn't think that far ahead. Staying true to himself and adapting little by little to the changes in the external environment was what he should do.

Otherwise, without his internal martial arts skills, he would only be able to become a human life converter by relying on his superpower.

After performing eye exercises for Ou Xiaokui, Zhao Xiaochui took note of the changes in his assistant.

Zhao Xiaochui finally realized something was wrong. Once could be a coincidence, twice could be a coincidence, but what about three or four times?

He certainly can't compare to Su Wan in terms of thinking patterns, decision-making quality, and resource optimization capabilities. However, the outbursts of the female academic star and Ou Xiaokui, and Yu Xiaoning's complex reactions, all these chain reactions, can be detected by anyone with a modicum of intelligence.

He was certain that the heat from the Golden Finger only flowed within his body, sustaining the life force consumed by the internal energy cultivation techniques of Traditional Chinese Medicine.

Then there is only one possibility—with the support of the upgraded heat flow, traditional Chinese medicine internal exercises can also be upgraded in function.

It's no longer just about relaxing muscles and tendons; it optimizes a person's life at a deeper level, and even... stimulates the brain's potential.

Having figured this out, Zhao Xiaochui tilted his head, and an extremely simple thought popped into his head:

"So, shouldn't the price be raised?"

Making money by providing services commensurate with its value is perfectly natural and not shameful.

He instinctively took out his phone, unlocked it, and opened the bank app. A string of numbers made him momentarily dazed:
38
Realizing that the things I bought today weren't really relevant to me, I said goodbye to my two colleagues and got off the bus early at Yansha Outlet Mall.

His first girlfriend, Li Ying, who was chubby, bought him clothes that were quite comfortable to wear. Although he couldn't remember the brand, he remembered the address.

So I went and bought a few more sets.

It cost 10,000.

I also bought several flagship models from ASICS and Ecco, spending another 10,000 yuan.

He also redeemed a high-end thermos and a 3C power bank with his points at the customer service center in Building C, and even received free delivery service.

After happily filling in the address for Easy Slow Travel, Zhao Xiaochui opened WeChat and found a customer's contact information.

This is a member of Zheng Ye's (Chen Bo's) WeChat Moments. He's a motorcycle dealer who also manipulates the prices of motorcycles with Beijing A license plates.

The highest price for a Beijing A license plate is currently 30 RMB, and the reborn Zhao Xiaochui knows it will rise to 50 RMB, so the motorcycle guy is very rich.

But that has nothing to do with Zhao Xiaochui.

He just wanted to buy a motorcycle—a 2500cc Triumph Rocket 3.
The largest motorcycle on the market, weighing 300KG, without electronic reverse gear and unable to corner, is not a problem for him. If necessary, Zhao Xiaochui can carry it and ride it.

Because of his motorcycle friend, Zhao Xiaochui still bought a good condition used motorcycle with original factory paint, which was worth the 12 yuan.

He wasn't short of money, but his petty-bourgeois mentality made him feel that spending over 200,000 yuan on something that would have to be scrapped in 13 years was simply not worth it.

帅！吸晴！加了快排的火箭3完爆路上99.99%的车，甭管2轮3轮4轮。

With his conspicuous Beijing A yellow license plate, Zhao Xiaochui, sitting smugly in the Rocket 3, finally looked like a 19-year-old boy.

Having had his fill, he turned the car around and drove towards Fatou.

As dusk settles and the old neighborhood lights up with warm glow, a muffled rumble rips through the tranquility of Jinchan North Road.

Amidst the curious and surprised gazes of the neighbors, the extravagantly styled black Rocket 3 was parked in front of the small old shop.

Zhao Xiaochui turned off the engine, took off his helmet, revealing a still youthful face.

(End of this chapter)