The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 258 Invitation
The massage is over.

It was a kind of transformative relaxation, as if the fatigue and chronic illness accumulated over more than a decade were peeled away and dissipated with that gentle pat.

Zhao Xiaochui acted as if he had done something completely ordinary. He calmly withdrew his right hand, ignoring the shock on his leader's face that he couldn't hide, turned around the large desk, and walked straight to the door.

He paused as his hand gripped the cold doorknob.

He suddenly remembered that he was a reincarnation, which triggered memories of his past life.

At that time, he intended to kill someone, but he used a more ruthless method.

Standing on the roof of that building, he jumped after aiming at the car of the most important person in the building!

He didn't turn around, but his voice clearly carried to every corner of the office.

"Boss, I don't understand things like high-level strategic planning."

“In the past, I looked down on those who complained and blamed others. I thought they were just arrogant and unrealistic, blaming all their misfortunes on the environment. I always felt that they didn’t have a clear understanding of themselves.”

"But... what if the overall environment really goes wrong?"

“Look at what ‘those people’ are pushing with short videos? It’s extravagance, anxiety, comparison, and the trap of consumerism.”

"In such an information cocoon, let alone those who complain about their fate, even an ordinary person who just wants to live a normal life has their channels for understanding the real world almost blocked."

"The macro environment can be the economy, technology, or even... the nation!"

Zhao Xiaochui's knuckles turned white from the force. "When more and more ordinary people start to point their fingers at those who stand at the top and enjoy all the benefits... I don't want to be the one they complain about and the one they target."

"Boss, some things are nothing on the scale, but once you put them on, they're worth a ton!"

The door was opened, then the door was closed.

What remained were the leaders who were intimidated by Zhao Xiaochui's abilities.

…………

After a long while, when the leader came to his senses, the spot where Zhao Xiaochui had been standing had been replaced by his middle-aged secretary.

“Boss,” the secretary said cautiously, “how about… I go and talk to Comrade Chen Guifen again? I think if she speaks up, the child will definitely listen.”

Upon hearing this, the leader, who was feeling refreshed, immediately waved his hand, his tone more resolute than ever before.

"No! Don't do anything!"

He stood up and, under the astonished gaze of his middle-aged secretary, stretched out a long-lost, languid yawn, his joints making a series of crisp sounds.

“That child is only nineteen years old. Even if Comrade Chen Guifen agrees, he will only feel that he was coerced. We cannot do that.”

He walked to the window, opened it, and the summer evening breeze, carrying the fragrance of flowers from the courtyard, rushed in. He took a deep breath, his face showing a look of rapture.

“We are lucky to have a child like him. He has a clear sense of right and wrong, and he can figure things out better than many people. Let him do what he wants to do, and just keep an eye on him.”

Looking at her leader, whose face was rosy and who looked energetic, the middle-aged secretary suppressed her inner turmoil and still reluctantly reminded him:
“But leader, just because we let go doesn’t mean others will. What he’ll be facing next is the real ‘sugar-coated bullets’ of the capital market. Compared to the restraint of state capital, I have no expectations for the methods and bottom lines of those commercial capitals.”

The leader chuckled and shook his head confidently: "You're overthinking it. This kid rejected even the huge benefits we offered him without hesitation; he's quite resolute. What do you think those old foxes in the business world can possibly use to sway him..."

Before he could finish speaking, he saw his usually composed secretary silently and expressionlessly raise three fingers to him.

The leader's words caught in his throat, and he looked at his secretary with a puzzled expression.

The secretary explained in a cold, emotionless tone, as if reporting a task:
“Three already, sir. According to our information, in just six months, that child has already had three women with whom he has unusual relationships.”

The top leader: "..."

The look of ecstasy, satisfaction, and confidence on his face froze instantly.

…………

As if he had received some kind of tacit approval from that high-ranking leader, Zhao Xiaochui was not immediately sent away after leaving the office. Accompanied by Yu Xiaoning and a gray-haired researcher of literature and history, he received a special privilege—a visit to the former residence that was not open to the public.

Then, a Hongqi car with special license plates dropped him off at that inconspicuous door.

The special operations driver, who was somewhat ruthless, kicked Yu Xiaoning out of the car as soon as they stepped out, then quietly slipped into traffic with her and disappeared instantly.

Zhao Xiaochui was left alone outside the ancient gray brick door. The transition from the clouds to the ground took only a second. He smiled helplessly and was about to leave when he discovered a small conflict unfolding at the doorway.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom, standing out from its understated surroundings, was quietly parked on the side of the road.

Its driver, a robust young man in a tailored suit with an expensive watch on his wrist, was explaining something to the two statue-like security guards at the door, suppressing his anger.

It's obvious that parking isn't allowed here, and he was the one being driven away.

Zhao Xiaochui recognized the car at a glance, along with its eye-catching leopard license plate.

He recalled the introduction by the car owner, Jiang Ying, that this behemoth, with its rare wood, starry sky roof, and special paint, cost a whopping 20 million yuan.

Seemingly having spotted him, the luxury car slowly opened its doors.

Immediately afterwards, Jiang Ying gracefully got out of the car.

She had clearly dressed up meticulously for this dinner. A dark green velvet fishtail gown, without any superfluous accessories, perfectly accentuated her mature feminine charm.

The dress was perfectly tailored, outlining her breathtaking waist and hip curves. With each step she took, it swayed gracefully, exuding captivating charm.

What's most striking is her face.

Time hadn't left a mark on her face; instead, under Zhao Xiaochui's care, all weariness and vicissitudes had faded, leaving only the charm of a mature woman and the firmness of a young girl's skin. This strange contrast instantly made her the undisputed focus of attention.

The security personnel who had been trying to shoo the driver away immediately stopped. The young driver, sensing the danger, quickly returned to the driver's seat and sat up straight.

Jiang Ying looked at Zhao Xiaochui, and the powerful aura of a strong woman on her face instantly melted away. With an apologetic and joyful smile, she reached out her hand.

"Little hammer," she called him, almost too affectionately, "are you ready?"

Zhao Xiaochui's gaze slowly moved from her well-maintained hand, with its nails painted with a high-end nude nail polish, to her radiant face.

He felt that this strong woman, who had always maintained a certain degree of authority in front of him, was behaving today... less politely and more deliberately... ingratiatingly?
"Isn't it nighttime?"

Jiang Ying seemed unconcerned, and with a beautiful smile, she stepped forward and naturally took Zhao Xiaochui's arm, the warm and soft touch coming through her thick coat.

"That guest prepared a special dinner to thank you for your service."

"Hey~ this is the invitation."

She took a dark red, hard card from her elegant handbag and handed it to her. The card felt warm and smooth to the touch, with an exceptional quality.

When Zhao Xiaochui took it, the impressionistic landscape painting embossed in the center of the cover using the gold-plating technique suddenly flashed under the light, startling him.

"Pure gold?" he asked instinctively.

"Ah."

The strong woman's answer was very feminine and gentle.

Zhao Xiaochui gave her a strange look and opened the surprisingly heavy invitation.

Above were several lines of characters written vertically in a vigorous and elegant calligraphic style:

"Yuanshan Capital · Midsummer Gathering"

Insight into the future and harmony with the world
谨邀
Mr. Zhao Xiaochui

On a midsummer night in the year of Gengzi
Visit Houhai No. 1 Courtyard
Let's make this a joint event
Distant Mountains (This is an ancient, vermilion seal script)

(End of this chapter)