The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 267: The picture shows the dagger
Wei Lan's voice wasn't loud, but every word was clear.

"You might be wondering, where exactly is this 'place we should have gone'?"

She paused, giving the audience a moment to think.

In the courtyard, apart from Wei Lan's figure under the spotlight, everything seemed blurry and quiet, with only occasional whispers and the sound of clothes rubbing together.

"Firstly, in the personal consumer credit sector, Farmount Capital has deeply covered the short-term funding needs of tens of millions of small and micro-sized individuals and young people through efficient risk pricing and capital flow. As of mid-year, the average annualized return of this sector has stabilized at over 30%, bringing Farmount a continuous and considerable cash flow."

As soon as he finished speaking, a subtle commotion arose from the audience. It wasn't a gasp of surprise, but rather a murmur of understanding and excitement—in the context of a declining economy, what an efficient and practical profit model this was! Some people began to nod slightly, as if silently calculating the profit margin in their minds.

Beside the Podocarpus macrophyllus, Zhao Xiaochui frowned and curled his lip, revealing a contemptuous expression without any restraint.

It's just internet porn, why make it sound so high-class!
On stage, Wei Lan continued.

"Secondly, in terms of non-performing asset restructuring and capital operation, we focus on value mining of traditional enterprises that are undervalued or in distress in the market. Through precise equity structure adjustment and debt optimization, Yuanshan has successfully divested and repackaged its core assets, and in many projects, it has achieved more than twice the return on capital in a very short period of time."

Zhao Xiaochui didn't understand what was being said, so he turned to look at Jiang Ying.

Madam Jiang shook her head slightly and said, "To put it bluntly, it's about buying up a mess at a low price, dismantling and refurbishing it, and then reselling it at a high price. It's usually a bloodsucking operation—the original company is hollowed out, laid off, and assets are sold off cheaply, with employees and small creditors becoming the victims."

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly felt a sense of powerlessness. He looked at Ling Rui beside him and asked, "Don't you...doesn't the government care?"

President Ling gave a wry smile and lowered his voice even further: "Everyone flocks to this kind of event precisely because it requires extremely strong legal and financial resources. Capital players like Yuanshan often have a 'special network of relationships' to support them. This is what the investors present value most."

Zhao Xiaochui chuckled self-deprecatingly and nodded: "Understood."

He looked at the stage again.

Wei Lan's performance continued, and she emphasized that sentence once again.

"What Yuanshan did was to let money truly do what money should do."

This is so incompatible with the money that Ling Rui described as "flowing into factories, into R&D, into R&D, and into the pockets of ordinary people."

The woman on stage with a powerful aura was not a "bad person" in the traditional sense, but her strength and logic made Zhao Xiaochui feel an instinctive sense of rejection.

She is a powerful figure in the eyes of ordinary people in this era, precisely cutting the stakes for profit, while he, a massage therapist, is somehow drawn into this feast and can only listen blankly as this woman describes one remarkable achievement after another, unable to do anything.

Until the very end, the strong-willed Wei Lan's gaze swept across the entire room once more.

"Of course, Yuanshan's strategy goes far beyond this. In every field we cultivate, we adhere to the same principle—maximizing the efficiency of capital. Today's sharing is just a glimpse of some of Yuanshan's achievements in the current market environment."

She nodded slightly, her tone carrying an undeniable confidence.

"We look forward to exploring further cooperation opportunities after the meeting. Thank you for listening."

As soon as he finished speaking, a restrained but powerful round of applause rang out in the room.

Wei Lan calmly stepped down from the stage amidst applause, and her figure was instantly surrounded by a group of elegantly dressed people, with investors and partners vying to communicate with her.

Immediately afterwards, the banquet hall lights were adjusted again, and a spotlight was shone on the circular stage on the other side. A scholar with gray hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses slowly walked onto the stage.

The host then introduced, "Next, please welcome Professor Li, a renowned economist and Dean of the School of Finance at XX University, to give us an in-depth interpretation of 'The Current Macroeconomic Situation and Capital Market Outlook'."

Professor Li's speech, ranging from global economic cycles to domestic policy guidance, and from inflation expectations to industrial restructuring, dissected the complex economic landscape with remarkable clarity. Following this, a policy researcher from a renowned think tank took the stage to provide a detailed analysis of the latest financial regulatory policies and industry support directions.

These insightful macro-level interpretations and policy analyses stand in stark contrast to Wei Lan's previous down-to-earth and even somewhat "wild growth" business model.

The guests listened with great interest, occasionally whispering among themselves or taking notes on their phones.

The guests understood that all of Yuanshan's "micro-operations" were aimed at finding loopholes within these "macro frameworks" to maximize profits. These experts provided guidance for Yuanshan, and indeed for them, on their next investment direction.

Zhao Xiaochui felt dizzy and lightheaded listening to these obscure and difficult words.

He looked at Jiang Ying, his eyes filled with deep questioning—why did she have to bring him to such an incongruous place?

Jiang Ying looked at Zhao Xiaochui and silently said two words: "Soon."

Then, she tightened her grip on Zhao Xiaochui's right arm, her face wary as she stared at the increasingly approaching top beauties.

When the last expert bowed and left the stage, the applause was even more enthusiastic than before.

"Thank you to all the experts for your insightful observations. I believe everyone now has a clearer understanding of future macroeconomic trends and policy directions. However, as trendsetters of this era, we are even more concerned with how to transform these macroeconomic insights into tangible business opportunities."

"Next, let's give a warm round of applause to Ms. Wei Lan, CEO of Yuanshan Capital!"

Amidst thunderous applause, Lan walked back onto the stage under the spotlight.

"Ladies and gentlemen, Professor Li and the experts just discussed the challenges and also pointed out the opportunities. Yuanshan has always been committed to finding opportunities in challenges and creating value in opportunities."

Her voice had a bewitching power.

“We have proven that in the midst of a capital winter, Yuanshan has the ability to find the most fertile ground and make every penny work to its fullest potential. But today, I stand here not to look back on the past, but to look forward to the future.”

She paused for a moment, her gaze slowly sweeping across the audience, finally landing almost imperceptibly in Zhao Xiaochui's direction.

Zhao Xiaochui's hair stood on end.

"We all know that as human society has developed to this point, the accumulation of material wealth has reached an unprecedented level. However, while we are extremely rich in material wealth, we are facing unprecedented health challenges—sub-health, chronic diseases, aging, mental stress... These are becoming huge black holes that devour social wealth and reduce the quality of life."

Her words struck a nerve with many people present.

Many of them are troubled by these problems.

"Yuanshan believes that the next trillion-dollar blue ocean market is right here—the big health industry!"

(End of this chapter)