The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 252 Finding a Backer

Cheng Jin came, and then Cheng Jin left.

She took away a healthy body, leaving behind a mess for a leisurely stroll.

In the office area, Zhou Yaqin was decisively resolving a complex situation.

At the old shop, Zhao Xiaochui called over Secretary Liu from the district government office area to finish up.

EasySlowMove quickly transferred a sum of money, which included a share of the government's training costs and severance pay for the technicians at the old shop.

Zhao Xiaochui pulled Da Qiao, who was undergoing training there, back to the old store.

Throughout the journey, the senior technician still felt sorry for the trainees who had been dismissed and couldn't stop thinking about them.

“Boss, there are two people who are exceptionally talented. They can pinpoint the acupoints perfectly every time they are taught. It’s such a waste to let them go.” Da Qiao’s tone was full of regret.

Zhao Xiaochui patted him on the shoulder and comforted him:

"Don't worry, the moment they step out the door, they'll be dragged away by those massage parlors that have been keeping an eye on us."

Da Qiao asked doubtfully, "Really?"

"Really!" Zhao Xiaochui replied affirmatively.

Zhao Xiaochui always feels exceptionally comfortable communicating with someone who is considerate of others.

“Because we are truly teaching real skills,” he remarked. “We don’t ask for much. Just teach them the skills, serve the customers well, and don’t worry about the rest. Taking it easy and going at a leisurely pace will not be unfair to them.”

Da Qiao fell silent, remembering how the training technicians always asked about their salaries.

When they arrived at the entrance of the Relaxing Walk area, Zhao Xiaochui patted Da Qiao on the shoulder.

"They're overthinking it—learning a similar skill and making a lot of money! That's just how society is, so we can't blame them."

Da Qiao: "Then who's to blame?"

Zhao Xiaochui couldn't understand the logic behind it, so he could only scratch his head and laugh foolishly, "Then they should blame themselves."

Da Qiao: "..."

Taking Da Qiao's hand and handing it to Pan Xiaoli, Zhao Xiaochui patted him again and whispered:

"Brother Qiao, it's so good to have you guys. Our shop is still going strong."

Zhao Xiaochui then looked at Pan Xiaoli: "You too!"

Da Qiao and Pan Xiaoli laughed happily at the same time. Hand in hand, they returned to the quiet yet hopeful shop.

Zhao Xiaochui did not go directly into the old shop because he knew that a group of girls were waiting for him at the Fatou Police Station.

Young girls, older girls, and even older women—every single one of them was there on the second floor. That's right, not only the eleven technicians, but also Sister Hua, the silent cleaning lady, and the senior service ladies—they all did it themselves.

Most of these older women have families to support, and Zhao Xiaochui knows that if their children are affected in any way in the future because of his relaxed and leisurely lifestyle, he will not be able to forgive himself.

With the girls from Northeast China present, he wasn't worried about them getting the short end of the stick in the "fight," but the thought of the identities of those who were getting beaten up...

Question: What would happen if someone who is wealthy, has plenty of time, and enjoys a certain social status were beaten by a group of "lower-class" people such as technicians, cleaners, and waiters?
Answer: Just wait to die.

So, on his way to Fatou Police Station, Zhao Xiaochui took out his phone and dialed the fat receptionist's number.

The call was quickly connected, but what came through the receiver was a strong male voice.

"..." Zhao Xiaochui frowned and asked worriedly, "How is my fat sister?"

"That's great~" Director Lao's voice sounded exceptionally kind on the other end of the phone. He patiently explained, "It's just that every time she talks to you, she always thinks about her child. Little Hammer, you should know that being in a bad mood can affect your recovery."

Zhao Xiaochui was getting impatient: "Then bring her back, I guarantee she'll recover immediately!" On the phone, Director Lao was silent for a long time before letting out a long sigh: "Xiaochui, we had a major overhaul over there, and I was promoted half a rank. Do you think this came without a price?"

Zhao Xiaochui's long-standing ominous premonition finally came true, and he asked with a heavy heart, "What price?"

“Little Hammer, from now on, there will be no more fat receptionist,” Director Lao said earnestly. “There will only be one master of psychological manipulation with an absolute strategic mind and flawless calculations—Chen Guifen. After she recovers, she will join the Middle East leadership team, either to oversee operations from the rear or to appear on the front lines.”

Zhao Xiaochui's face darkened: "Does your bureau have no men at all?"

"Hehe," Director Lao chuckled, "Isn't the second floor of your shop also mostly filled with women?"

Well, the old man and the young man started arguing on the phone.

"Little hammer, do you want me to analyze the difference between a woman being hurt by a man and a man being hurt by a woman?"

Having been through the baptism of golden finger, Director Lao was extremely familiar with the situation of the girls on the second floor.

Knowing he couldn't win the argument with this old fox, Zhao Xiaochui changed the subject and returned to his concern for the chubby receptionist: "Should we ask Brother Shen Yan to go and keep Sister Fatty company?"

"Zhao Xiaochui!"

On the phone, Director Lao's tone suddenly became serious.

"Did the Shen and Chen families acquire those six plaques so easily? Why didn't they leave him any of their family property?"

"The achievements of three generations over several decades are something we don't even know how many foreign forces our two families have offended!"

"Just let him be a back-office supervisor, okay?"

By the end, Director Lao's tone even carried a hint of pleading. Only then did Zhao Xiaochui understand that the predicament of Shen Yan, Ji Wenfeng, and others was not because certain departments didn't want to care, but because they dared not delve deeper into the matter and could only cautiously offer a little help.

Being able to live without worrying about food and drink is already a great blessing.

If it could also leave behind a lineage for our old comrades, that would be even more desirable.

"Let's get down to business, Little Hammer. What trouble have you run into?" Director Lao cut to the chase without further ado.

Zhao Xiaochui quickly reported to him the whole story of the "fight" on the second floor, as well as the identities of those who were beaten.

"Wait a minute, let me check those people's information."

The most important 'legacy' left by the fat receptionist was the port leading to a certain bureau.

Therefore, Director Lao quickly found out the identity of the person who was beaten.

He also spoke with some other people. Zhao Xiaochui vaguely heard a familiar female voice. He suppressed his intense excitement and longing and did not make a sound to disturb them.

After a long pause, Director Lao finally picked up the phone again.

He didn't directly tell Zhao Xiaochui what to do, perhaps because he was entrusted by someone, but he began to patiently teach him.

"Little hammer, now there's a 'one carrot, one hole' rule, do you understand?"

Zhao Xiaochui thought for a moment about the meaning of 'above': "I understand."

Director Lao: "So those people and their families should be considered hopeless in terms of advancement. But if they are given even the slightest opportunity, they will hold on to it tightly."

"You are their chance!"

Zhao Xiaochui was puzzled: "Making trouble for me is their way of seizing opportunities?"

"Hehehe," Director Lao chuckled softly, "Capital's behavior is inherently devoid of humanity. If Easy Slow becomes a conglomerate, controlled by its shareholders, and then they use the livelihoods of thousands of massage therapists as leverage to force you to do things, would you do it or not?"

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

(End of this chapter)