The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 240 New Hobby

The two ladies did not make the decision on a whim, but rather made arrangements in advance according to strict business etiquette.

Their assistant delivered the official reservation letter, which was sealed with gold foil and wax, and Ou Xiaokui personally signed for it.

The letter not only included a detailed agenda, but also thoughtfully provided specific addresses, parking instructions, public transportation routes, and even detailed dress requirements.

Zhao Xiaochui then realized that it was his assistant, He Ouxiaokui, who insisted on taking him to buy formal attire.

It seems that even ordinary employees know that as a relaxed and easygoing boss, he will inevitably have to attend these kinds of formal occasions frequently in the future.

These high-end invitations are often finalized weeks in advance and confirmed by a designated person the day before the meeting.

So even though Zhao Xiaochui still felt some resistance, he temporarily put those emotions aside and focused on his work and life.

The two women were his clients and partners at work, and had no connection to his private life. In fact, Zhao Xiaochui's social circle was extremely limited, and he could almost be said to have no real friends.

If it weren't for the fact that his cheat code significantly improved his brain's computing power and learning efficiency, greatly enhancing his reading and study efficiency, he wouldn't have been able to squeeze out some leisure time amidst his full workload.

In fact, Zhao Xiaochui has very few friends in his personal life, you could say he has none!

It was the "golden touch" that enhanced his brain, greatly improving his reading and learning efficiency, which allowed him to squeeze out some leisure time amidst his heavy workload.

During this rare moment of relaxation, he made a new friend—Zhou Jianjun.

This wealthy man, who appeared in Qian Mankun's circle of friends, is not only a well-known motorcycle importer, but also one of the behind-the-scenes operators of Beijing license plate transactions.

He has all the typical problems of a middle-aged man. After seeing Qian Mankun's posts on WeChat Moments, he was lucky enough to become a member of the men's section on the second floor of the "Relaxed and Slow" club. Now, he is also one of those who boast about his "morning erection" every day.

With his help, Zhao Xiaochui became a member of the Goldenport Circuit and bought a brand new Kawasaki HR.

Motorcycles that can't be registered are parked at the racetrack. When he's in the mood, he'll ride his Rocket 3 to Goldenport, put on the AGV top-of-the-line racing helmet, and drive his HR at breakneck speed.

With his golden touch, he's not afraid of being trapped in a tough spot, but he won't listen to Zhou Jianjun's advice to go to a professional competition.

A sportbike, several helmets, and racetrack memberships cost him nearly 800,000 yuan.

When he made the purchase, it felt like he spent about 80 yuan, which is about the same as when he earned 3,000 yuan.

However, the satisfaction and rapid release of dopamine that comes with spending 800,000 yuan is far superior to spending 80 yuan.

Through Zhou Jianjun's special channels, Zhao Xiaochui completed the driving test process that would normally take ordinary people months in a very short time, and passed the extreme driving training of a supercar club.

All of this happens during his "leisure time" before 10 a.m. every day.

People say that luxury cars and beautiful women are a must-have; with luxury cars, how could there be no beautiful women?

Our school beauty, Guo, even changed her bad habit of sleeping in so she could ride in a luxury car.

Often, he would rub his sleepy eyes and appear at the entrance of Fatou Park, waiting for Zhao Xiaochui to finish his morning exercise. Then, under the watchful eyes of everyone, he would sit in the back seat of the Rocket 3 and head to the Goldenport Circuit.

She even dared to fasten the H2R's single seat belt and experience the breathtaking thrill of 300km/h on the main straight of the track.

Why was it Guo, the school beauty, chosen? Because the female academic star went missing. So why wasn't it Liu Li?

Because Zhao Xiaochui didn't want a big internet celebrity who was always crying to sit in the back seat.

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In late August, the autumn heatwave was raging in Beijing.

At 9:50 a.m., the asphalt road on Jinchan North Road was already scorching hot under the sun, and the air was so thick and sticky from the heavy rain last night that it was very uncomfortable.

Cicadas were chirping incessantly in the roadside trees, adding to the oppressive heat. At this time of day, apart from working animals, no one wanted to suffer outdoors.

However, in front of a store called Relaxed Slow Travel, a small group of people gathered, completely out of place with their surroundings.

Some of them belong to large MCNs, while others are independent streamers. Each of them has a gimbal stabilizer, and their phone cameras are fixed on that tightly closed, dark glass door.

Despite everyone being drenched in sweat and their makeup slightly ruined, they still kept their spirits up and dared not relax for a moment.

"Girl, do you think we'll be able to film anything today? I feel like we're going to make a wasted trip again." A female anchor blew a small fan into her face and complained to her companion in a low voice.

"Who knows? This store is too pretentious. It's so popular but it doesn't accept new customers, and it doesn't even allow customers to visit the store. We can only block the entrance and see if we can get lucky and take a picture of some celebrity."

"That's right, as long as we get a clear shot of her face, this month's story is practically guaranteed. If we can dig up some sensational story like 'sky-high massage fees,' it'll be a huge news story!"

"What's so sensational about an exorbitantly priced massage?" the female anchor in a baseball cap scoffed. "Who doesn't know that? I think what's really worth digging into is—why are people scrambling to pay for such expensive services!"

"Who cares!" The short-haired girl rubbed her hands excitedly. "As long as we figure this out, we won't have to worry about data usage!"

At this moment, a young livestreamer wearing black-rimmed glasses lowered his voice mysteriously: "Someone online has revealed that the famous internet celebrity Liu Li is artificially created."

"Tch~" someone scoffed, "Is her face artificially created?"

"Tch—" A chorus of boos erupted from the crowd. A streamer in a crop top rolled her eyes. "If her face could be artificially created, I'd eat my selfie stick!"

"I was talking about body shape!" the girl with glasses quickly explained.

Even several livestreamers who were passing by gathered around: "Even more impossible!" A heavily made-up girl said decisively, "Who in the industry doesn't know? All the well-known cosmetic surgery clinics have been thoroughly investigated, and there's simply no record of her spending."

"Could it be..." the girl with glasses' eyes suddenly lit up, "that it was done at this shop?"

The air suddenly froze. A dozen pairs of eyes turned in unison to the easy, slow-moving gate.

It's ten o'clock sharp.

Countless parents with their children seemed to appear out of thin air, rushing into the Relaxing Walkway gate in droves.

Following behind were a group of middle-aged women who had made appointments, carrying various sun protection tools, and they walked in unhurriedly.

Behind them was an old man in shorts and a vest.

"If we can't get a picture of a celebrity, we can at least get a picture of Liu Li."

Some small-time streamers are silently praying, because if they can film that big internet celebrity, the number of views will be at least 20!

Unfortunately, the store has a private entrance on the second floor, while the street office's main gate is heavily guarded.

The young anchor remembers that when he was a kid, it was easy to go to places like "W-person MFW" (a type of brothel), but now they've even taken down their signs.

"boom--"

Suddenly, the roar of an engine came from afar.

The anchors all turned their heads and saw a sharply styled motorcycle cutting through the morning mist and coming to a steady stop in the open space in front of the store.

The rider, wearing a helmet, deftly removed his mask, revealing a young face with sharp features.

The cameras immediately zoomed in, then quickly withdrew after seeing who it was.

"Sister, why did you stop filming?" the new livestreamer asked her senior colleague, puzzled. "That's the store manager and chief technician!"

(End of this chapter)