The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 276 Chance Encounter
This hasty and simple discussion determined the course of events after the initial relief.

So this night was destined to be a sleepless one for the employees in the office area.

Their boss can make decisions involving billions of dollars in investment with just a few words, while they have countless preparatory works to do.

The other employees, after packing their luggage, went to rest early, and the company also prepared essential items for each person.

Meanwhile, Zhao Xiaochui, who was in the dormitory building, put down his headphones and kept Liu Li company while she was busy or packing her luggage.

After leaving that banquet, he asked everyone he could about the kind of setbacks that Easy Stroll was about to face, and he had a general idea of ​​what was going to happen.

He knew full well that those people had no bottom line and would never overestimate their "lowest limit".

Therefore, for this high-end South American tour, Zhao Xiaochui brought along all the employees he could, including the socially anxious Ji Wenfeng, and even the two part-time workers who were responsible for wiping the glass curtain wall every morning.

In addition to the office area.

Because the other party also has employees like that!
Zhao Xiaochui even brought along security guards and cleaners because the other party didn't have such employees; what they did have was a high-sounding term—'third-party labor services'.

Packing is a hassle for women. It wasn't until 3 a.m. that Zhao Xiaochui, still half asleep, stumbled downstairs, carrying two large, bulging garbage bags—the "spoils" that Liu Li had cleared out for her trip abroad.

Inside were all of Zhao Xiaochui's old clothes that he used to be reluctant to part with but now had no time to even glance at. The only thing he "rescued" from the past was that old crossbody bag.

Liu Li was so excited about her trip abroad that she couldn't sleep, so he could only stay up with her.

At this time of day, without the commotion of the "ghost fire guy," Fatou was eerily quiet.

The dim streetlights, fragmented by the lush shadows of the trees, cast mottled patterns on the ground, creating an unsettling, indistinct effect. Therefore, aside from those driven by the whirlwinds of life, few people are seen on the streets at this time.

He walked to the trash can, and with a muffled thud, he stuffed the heavy bag inside. Just as he straightened up, preparing to turn around, an elderly couple slowly approached from the dim light not far away.

The old man walked very slowly with his hands behind his back; the old woman held his arm, muttering something about 'great-grandson,' 'grandson,' and 'selling the house.' The two moved slowly in the night.

Perhaps due to poor eyesight and slow reaction time, they didn't even glance at Zhao Xiaochui, but simply walked slowly past him.

Zhao Xiaochui simply stood there, pretending to still be tidying up the trash cans, hoping they would leave quickly and clear the way.

Contrary to expectations, the old man stopped, turned around, looked at him, and nodded.

"Young man, long time no see." Zhao Xiaochui gave a stiff smile: "Hello, taking a stroll in the middle of the night."

The old man was an 'acquaintance'; he was the grandfather of Zhao Wuyou, the former local bully of Fatou.

Hearing Zhao Xiaochui's greeting, the old man chuckled softly: "When there are many people, we dare not come out. If we do, we always see those idle people talking about us behind our backs. Thanks to you, my wife and I are universally disliked and socially dead in Fatou."

Zhao Xiaochui shrugged and ignored him, since it wasn't his fault anyway.

The old neighbors were all afraid of some small accident that might upset Zhao Xiaochui. Where else could they find a place with such good healing effects? So they all avoided the couple.

"I know this has nothing to do with you," the old man said, seemingly having not talked to anyone in a long time, and suddenly became quite talkative in the middle of the night. "I checked my phone before I came out, and all the short videos were trending about your massage parlor!"

“Young man, don’t take life too seriously. ‘If the water is too clear, there will be no fish.’... Give way when you should, share when you should, ‘many hands make light work.’... Being too rigid will break you, being too hasty will lead to chaos, ‘a bow drawn taut will snap.’”

Is this old man here to gloat after seeing the online criticism of those who take it easy and slow?
Zhao Xiaochui's eyes darted around as he listened, and he couldn't help but exclaim, "I'd love to!"

After saying that, ignoring Old Zhao's ugly expression, he walked past the two of them and quickly returned to his dormitory.

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"Little hammer, little hammer, do you think it's okay for me to wear this dress?"

When Zhao Xiaochui saw Liu Li wearing a short skirt that barely covered her hips, his gaze involuntarily paused for a moment. Then, he helplessly handed her a travel notice: "You need to wear a thin down jacket over there."

"Ugh!" Liu Li reluctantly changed her clothes. Back home, she didn't dare dress casually, and now that she was finally going to the vibrant South America, she couldn't show off her figure, which made her a little unhappy. However, the carefree girl quickly cheered up again: "Little Hammer, Little Hammer, will we be able to see the Sky Mirror?"

Zhao Xiaochui pointed to the travel guide: "You can't see it except during the rainy season."

Liu Li seemed not to hear her and continued to work with her head down: "Little Hammer, Little Hammer, I heard the ultraviolet rays are strong over there, so I prepared skin care products for you, C in the morning and A at night, they're very expensive."

Zhao Xiaochui was both amused and exasperated: "Grandma, I'm only nineteen years old, I don't need anti-aging treatments."

"Hmph~" Liu Li pouted, "Can't I use it myself?"

“You don’t need it,” Zhao Xiaochui stretched. “Our essential oils may not provide sun protection, but they are excellent for post-sun repair.”

(End of this chapter)