The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 275 Take good care of Yangyang

Upon hearing this, Ling Rui did not answer immediately. Instead, he respectfully took a step back, and the old man smiled gently:

“I just spoke with the leaders of Jinghai. The local government encourages and welcomes responsible companies like Easy Slow Travel. As for their current inaction, please understand that they need to protect employment and maintain stability.”

Zhang Minghua nodded seriously: "I understand, I have no problem."

The CFO is fine, but Zhou Yaqin, the person in charge, dares not relax: "Since it's vertical integration, President Ling must have a way to break the deadlock of supply chain disruption?"

This problem was clearly beyond Ling Rui's preparation.

An awkward silence fell over the scene.

Zhou Yaqin raised an eyebrow and looked at her assistant, Ou Xiaokui, with displeasure.

Zhou Yaqin raised an eyebrow and looked at her assistant, Ou Xiaokui, with displeasure.

The assistant shrank back again, looking aggrieved, and poked Pan Xiaoli, who was still watching the commotion, with her little finger.

Guoguo, a girl from Northeast China who had been watching the commotion, suppressed a laugh and patted the customer service manager on the shoulder.

"Huh? Oh? Ah~"

Pan Xiaoli, who had never seen such a big scene before, finally came to her senses. Seeing that everyone was looking at her, her face immediately turned red, and she frantically grabbed her tablet to look up information.

"There is...there is a...there is a customer..."

Zhou Yaqin couldn't help but roll her eyes and softened her tone: "Xiaoli, don't be nervous, speak slowly."

Pan Xiaoli took a deep breath, finally calming herself down, and stared at the tablet, saying:

“We have an elderly member who saw the trending topic online and contacted me, saying that if we were interested, he could help us get to the very top of the supply chain.”

She paused, then dropped a bombshell:
"He is a retired leader of the First Division of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps."

After the introduction, she handed over the customer information she had retrieved.

"The First Division of the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps holds a controlling stake in a listed company, ST Xinong. This year, it has suffered financial losses and urgently needs to revitalize its assets. As long as we are willing to acquire its processing plant, it can not only guarantee us the highest quality long-staple cotton orders, but also share BCI and OEKO-TEX certifications with us, and use the Corps' connections to help us access cooperation channels with Uzbekistan's state-owned cotton enterprises."

Pan Xiaoli spoke more and more fluently, and Ling Rui, who was listening nearby, had his eyes shining: "Excellent! Double insurance in the upstream supply chain, this plan is feasible!"

Zhou Yaqin remained noncommittal, but continued to press: "What about the midstream of the industrial chain? What about fabrics and dyeing?"

This time, it was the former bank manager who spoke up. He smiled slightly and said casually, "Our counterparts in Jinghai have accumulated assets of countless bankrupt companies. Yarn factories, chemical fiber factories, printing and dyeing factories... we have them all, large, medium and small. It just depends on what kind of setup your store needs."

"As for logistics and warehousing," the old man added, "if your store wants to use international procurement channels, you can cooperate with Jinghai Port Group to build a bonded warehouse. This will not only get government support, but also significantly reduce the tariff costs of imported cotton."

One link leads to another, and a grand and sophisticated blueprint for an omnichannel industrial group slowly unfolds before everyone's eyes.

Seeing everyone staring at her intently, Zhou Yaqin took a deep breath, tapped her earphones, and asked the capricious and mischievous person inside:
"A little hammer?"

"Aunt Zhou, this sounds reasonable, doesn't it? Are there any major flaws in this plan?"

Zhou Yaqin sighed inwardly, thinking how carefree this child was, and said irritably:
"It's only been four hours since I received the news! And you're asking me if there are any loopholes in the draft acquisition involving billions of dollars?"

"Hehe~" Zhao Xiaochui chuckled sheepishly on the other end of the earpiece, but the laughter quickly subsided. "Let's get started then. Brother Shen will cooperate with you."

Zhou Yaqin nodded and asked the last and most crucial question: "Little Hammer, to what extent should it be made?"

Through the earpiece, the young masseur was silent for a moment. When he spoke again, there was no longer a trace of jest in his voice, only a chilling coldness and determination: "A fight to the death!"

The old lady strolling the street smiled; this child was just her type!

She turned around, faced Qian Mankun, Ling Rui, and the old bank manager, and nodded solemnly: "Then, thank you all for your hard work."

"It's our duty," everyone replied in unison. After agreeing on a time for the follow-up meeting and seeing off the "external aid," only their own people remained, taking their time. The air was thick with a mixture of tension and excitement before the big battle.

"Brother Shen, Brother Shen?"

"Boss, I'm here," Shen Yan, who had been engrossed in the equipment, replied quickly.

"You're fired. Ou Xiaokui, remove his name from the HR system immediately."

The order was abrupt and resolute. This brutal confrontation, like an egg hitting a rock, had begun, and every employee who was taking it easy faced the risk of being shamelessly exposed. Even though Shen Yan had the protection of a special department behind him, Zhao Xiaochui dared not let him take the slightest risk.

Upon hearing the "dismissal order," system supervisor Shen Yan simply shrugged and continued working with his head down, as if he weren't the one being fired. Ou Xiaokui's eyes flashed with a strange light, then she understood and replied crisply, "Received, boss."

"That's settled then. Everyone, get some rest. We'll be relying on our colleagues in the office for the next while."

"Of course," everyone responded in unison.

Zhao Xiaochui switched to another contact: "Sister Guoguo, Sister Xiaoli, all technicians and logistics staff, hurry back and pack your things, the chartered plane is tomorrow afternoon!"

"Roger that, boss!"

The entire logistics area erupted in uncontrollable cheers. Everyone cheered and chattered as they rushed back into the store to pack their luggage.

Busy Shen Yan quickly looked up and shouted, "Everyone who wants to go on the trip, join the group! Run the script I sent to the group. This is the boss's requirement, it must be run, I have a record of it in the backend!"

What he's doing is deploying a firewall on everyone's mobile devices to block all related keywords, ensuring that the impending deluge of negative information and cyberbullying won't disrupt their South American vacation.

"Okay, I know! Brother Shen is the most handsome!"

Looking at the lively scene, Zhou Yaqin's eyes flashed with a hint of envy. A high-end South American tour, huh? She wanted to go too. But remembering her boss's words, "It's a fight to the death," she sighed inwardly and suppressed all her thoughts.

"Little Hammer, there's one more thing."

"Aunt Zhou, please speak."

"Our upcoming counterattack will inevitably involve some methods that skirt the edge of the law. Faced with their slander and rumors, we need someone to stand up and publicly take responsibility for any legal consequences that may arise from our 'retaliatory' actions."

The lively scene instantly fell silent. Everyone stopped what they were doing; you could hear a pin drop.

Shen Yan glanced back. He wanted to say that it was his department's responsibility, but when his gaze swept over the group of hunched-over middle-aged men, and he thought of his sensitive position, he opened his mouth but could only let out a helpless sigh.

A middle-aged man gritted his teeth and stepped forward: "Manager Shen, let me do it! I left a long time ago..."

"Let me do it."

Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a calm voice.

Old Qin, the former junk collector, smiled and carefully placed the sleeping Yangyang into Ma Jinfang's arms. He then placed the prepared luggage at her feet before turning to Zhou Yaqin and calmly saying:

"The child's biological parents are inside, operating sewing machines." He smiled, a smile that held both relief and sorrow. "We... have nothing left to lose."

Zhou Yaqin stared intently at Lao Qin, saying nothing. She was waiting for the final decision.

Until Zhao Xiaochui's final, slightly hoarse instruction came through the earpiece:

"Thank you for your hard work, Uncle Qin. You can't go to South America this time, but next time, let's take a world tour!"

Old Qin smiled slightly and said only four words: "Take good care of Yangyang."

"Do not worry."

(End of this chapter)