The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 230 The Shareholder Representative Taking a Relaxed and Slow Pace

The mobile banking notification rang crisply, and a dazzling string of numbers violently boosted Zhao Xiaochui's bank deposit balance from an insignificant five-figure sum to an eight-figure sum.

Compared to the first two, this third commission was twice as much.

Zhao Xiaochui stared at the screen, his fingertips practically burning with the heat of the numbers. He silently calculated that if his salary this month was paid on time, his personal assets would, for the first time in history, reach the nine-figure mark.

He took a deep breath, suppressing the surge of emotion mixed with ecstasy and absurdity that welled up inside him.

Which unfortunate "Smith" commissioner got his commission this time?

"Did you receive the money?"

A steady but slightly tired voice came from behind.

Zhao Xiaochui put away his phone, turned around, and saw Lei Zhen walking slowly towards him.

This frontline supervisor of the special department now wears an ordinary gray jacket, and because he has mastered internal martial arts, his aura is extremely restrained.

"Received it!" Zhao Xiaochui nodded, putting away the surprise brought by the huge sum of money. "Whose commission is this?"

“It’s that guy from that big estate in the suburbs of Los Angeles.” Lei Zhen stretched out his hand, making a huge circle with his thumb and forefinger, as if describing the size of an object. A look of surprise that had not yet faded appeared on his face. “The one who ran out carrying a huge safe after you wiped out an entire family.”

"Oh~" Zhao Xiaochui drawled, a huge safe instantly appearing in his mind, and he nodded knowingly.

Seeing his expression, Lei Zhen quickly added, "He used to be in charge of the South American region, it's not like what you're thinking about, taking bribes or anything like that?"

Zhao Xiaochui stared wide-eyed, and a cold word was squeezed out from between his teeth: "DU?"

Lei Zhen nodded, his tone as calm as if stating a fact: "Making this person disappear from just one household registration is already letting him off easy."

Zhao Xiaochui's face was full of agreement.

“Oh, right, there’s one more thing.” Lei Zhen changed the subject. “The information we found in that safe shows that he buried an entire container of stuff in a plantation in South America—jewelry, gold, cash, everything. The location is a bit sensitive, so you might need to make time to go there.”

Zhao Xiaochui's brows furrowed immediately, his face full of reluctance: "Don't you still have ten people? You could have just picked one of them, why did you have to ask me?"

Lei Zhen gave a bitter smile. He stretched out his hands, silently retracting four fingers, leaving only six dangling in the air. "Only six left," he said in a low voice. "Everyone's on the front lines right now, they can't spare a moment. After this meeting today, I have to leave the country immediately."

Zhao Xiaochui stared in disbelief: "What do you mean?"

"Their mentality has collapsed!" Lei Zhen's face was so gloomy it could drip water, filled with both heartache and anger at his former comrades for their disappointment. "Just like you warned us before—when you first gain power far beyond that of ordinary people, the most crucial thing is to maintain a calm mindset. Unfortunately, they failed to do so."

Zhao Xiaochui was speechless for a moment.

He leaned against the wall, a complex mix of emotions welling up inside him.

Perhaps this is the root cause of the ultimate loss of those ancient mystical arts. Even these top warriors with steely wills, always ready to sacrifice themselves for their country, could not maintain their composure in the face of a sudden surge in power, let alone ordinary people who have never experienced a life-or-death test.
He sighed, and said with a hint of regret, "There's only one Old Man Lou. I've transferred everything he absorbed to you."

"If you're interested in the national health-preserving qigong, I can help you out; it never hurts to build a solid foundation." Lei Zhen shook his head, his eyes filled with determination: "No need. The remaining six of us will figure it out on our own first. Let the younger ones build a solid foundation first, and we'll come back to you when the time is right."

"Okay." Zhao Xiaochui didn't try to persuade him further; he knew these people had their own pride and principles. He changed the subject, "By the way, what brings you here today? How is my chubby sister...?"

"Chen Guifen is very good." Lei Zhen didn't reveal much information about the plump receptionist, simply mentioning it briefly. "Isn't today the company's monthly meeting?"

Zhao Xiaochui paused for a moment before remembering. There was indeed a meeting today, the monthly "Relaxed and Slow" meeting, which was deliberately scheduled for the day after his mandatory leave. This was also the only administrative meeting he, as a hands-off boss, was required to attend.

but……

"What does this have to do with you?" Zhao Xiaochui squinted, staring at Lei Zhen with a puzzled look.

Lei Zhen gave a meaningful smile and slowly said, "Chen Guifen has transferred all her personal assets to you, except for the shares in 'Easy Slow Travel,' which she entrusted to our bureau for management. Therefore, I am here today as a shareholder representative."

Zhao Xiaochui's heart felt as if it had been gently bumped by something, and a wave of bittersweetness welled up in his eyes without warning.

Entrusting it to the bureau... that's an easy way of putting it.

If it were that easy, the world's super-rich would probably be lining up to donate such shares.

This implies that the massive organization proactively accepted the heavy responsibility entrusted to it by the chubby receptionist.

After the final round of withdrawals and refinancing, "Easy Slow Travel" now has a clear shareholding structure: Sister Hua holds 2%, the portly receptionist holds 10%, and he himself holds an absolute controlling stake of 88%. Furthermore, in the investment agreement, Sister Hua had already delegated all decision-making power corresponding to her 2% shareholding to Zhao Xiaochui.

"Do you understand?" Lei Zhen looked at him quietly with the gentle gaze of an elder looking at a junior.

All the requests made by the chubby receptionist were issued through notarized wills; it could be said that even if she were to die, she would protect her 'little hammer'.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded vigorously, suppressing his surging emotions, and glanced at the time. There were still five minutes before the meeting started.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded, glanced at the time, and saw there were still five minutes left.

"Let's go, it's time for the meeting."

…………

16:00 AM.

The relaxed and slow-paced office area was bustling with activity, so much so that it could even be described as "crowded".

Zhao Xiaochui's gaze swept across the room and saw a group of dark-skinned young men squatting somewhat awkwardly by the wall.

They looked around at the busy crowd with curious eyes, their gazes a mixture of youthful stubbornness, confusion about the future, and a sense of bewilderment after being battered by reality.

Zhao Xiaochui's summary of them can be summed up in one sentence: three parts college students, seven parts huskies, and the remaining ninety points are all thanks to the miracles of human evolution.

(End of this chapter)