The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 279 Departure
The scene was deathly silent. All the self-media, bloggers, anchors, and even the uniformed staff who had just arrived to help, all stared blankly at the old lady.

She's really going head-to-head with the netizens!
The old woman stepped back, pointing her finger at everyone present until they came into view.

“Behave yourselves, everyone. There are cameras right above our heads. If anyone dares to cause trouble or create controversy, I’ll call the police. If it doesn’t, we’ll file a private criminal prosecution!”

She glared at the uniform again: "You all try to smooth things over, but I'll give the inspector a good beating and then complain from morning till night!"

The uniformed men: "..."

The old lady retreated into the shop, closed the door, and ignored Qian Tu's face next to her, which was filled with shock and despair. Through the glass, she calmly waited for breakfast to arrive.

She was a completely different person from the arrogant and domineering old lady she had just been.

Qian Tu's mouth opened and closed repeatedly before he finally found his voice, which trembled slightly: "Mr. Zhou... Mr. Zhou, do you... do you know what you just did? You... you've pushed us into a fire pit! You've offended all the netizens! Now we're completely in the public eye..."

Cyberbullying is often based on one-sided information, taking things out of context, and inflammatory rhetoric that creates public outrage.

Ordinary people find it difficult to resist this kind of collective unconscious attack because they are not facing rational debate, but rather emotional venting and moral judgment.

Legal professionals understand this kind of thing all too well. For the vast number of netizens whose emotions have been stirred up, even if you do a normal crisis public relations job, as long as you have the right attitude, many people can calm down and look for clues to prevent the topic from turning around.

But now, this old lady has really angered netizens...

Have you found a foreign player yet?

Zhou Yaqin didn't take Qian Tu's words to heart and calmly asked.

Qian Tu looked at Zhou Yaqin, shook his head and said, "I signed a contract with the interns at my former workplace (Red Circle Law Firm), and now it seems that more than twenty people are not enough."

"That's not enough!" Zhou Yaqin was getting impatient while waiting for breakfast. "Sign up all the juniors from your alma mater, a thousand yuan a day for each of them, and a huge reward for finding the person behind it all!"

“Okay, Mr. Zhou.” Qian Tu nodded, then gritted his teeth and said, “Mr. Zhou…”

"Don't you understand?" Zhou Yaqin interrupted Qian Tu's question. "Do you understand what the boss did yesterday?"

Qian Tu was stunned, then gave a bitter smile and slowly shook his head: "Although it wasn't posted online, my father had a few friends at that banquet, so the news has already spread far and wide."

“They told my father: Even if that kid doesn’t want to massage the boss, just signing the proposal will guarantee him a lifetime of wealth and luxury!”

"And what happened? He ate and drank the Buddha Jumps Over the Wall soup and Moutai liquor that were specially prepared for the big boss, and then vomited it up in front of everyone..."

At this point, Qian Tu spread his hands and said blankly, "President Zhou, we could have avoided all this trouble and not spent so much money on self-production and self-sales. Everyone would have made a fortune!"
You asked me if I understand, how am I supposed to understand?

Upon hearing Qian Tu's answer, Zhou Yaqin raised an eyebrow, turned to the side, and glared at him sharply.

This time, Qian Tu wasn't afraid of the old lady. He shrugged and said firmly, "Don't look at me like that. Without a boss, my life would be ruined. I won't leave."

“Tangtang and Lily of the Valley,” Zhou Yaqin suddenly said.

"what?"

"Tangtang and Linglan," Zhou Yaqin said, emphasizing each word, "maybe we won't be able to do it anymore, you know?"

Qian Tu fell silent.

"Including the two new technicians who were poached from the first floor, how many people are left in our core team?"

This answer is even crueler, so cruel that it's unbearable to talk about the financial prospects.

"So, is it possible that there's another explanation for what you can't understand—that our capricious boss, if he had signed that proposal, would have ended up like Tangtang and Linglan, unable to continue?"

After uttering those shocking words, Zhou Yaqin stared at the legal representative and sneered, "Even if the boss loses his magical abilities, will you still not leave? Or rather, how many of those who are now swearing 'I'm not afraid of cyberbullying and I won't leave' are still around?"

Zhou Yaqin glanced at Qian Tu, then at her colleagues who were walking into the lobby one after another: "You may not understand why the boss is going abroad for team building at such a crucial time; you may not understand why you weren't taken on this team building trip."

“But why don’t people think about this? The foundation of our relaxed and slow-moving business lies with those technicians and support staff. Without them, we are nothing. There are plenty of people in society who can replace us!” She pointed outside. “If we can’t escape this vortex, we’ll just lose a job. But what about them?”

"If we get caught up in this vortex, will there be more Tangtangs, Linglans, or even the one and only Zhao Xiaochui? Colleagues, we really don't have many technicians left!"

The quiet massage parlor was now empty of busy masseuses and waitresses, replaced by hungry office workers. Hearing Zhou Yaqin's words, everyone looked worried. "President Zhou, the boss's compensation is really high, there's nothing to complain about," a colleague whispered.

“Well…” another colleague chimed in, “it’s just that our technicians are so hard to train, and their numbers are dwindling. Will our current large-scale acquisitions become a burden on the company in the future?”

Hearing her colleague's words, Zhou Yaqin tilted her head and laughed: "That's why they went out for team building. Maybe when they come back, the boss will bring back the old Tangtang and Linglan. Maybe there will be an even bigger surprise."

At this moment, the heavy glass door slowly slid open, and Old Qin walked in, pulling two large insulated buckets.

"Dinner's ready! Stir-fried noodles, all you can eat!"

Zhou Yaqin: "..."

Qian Tu: "..."

Colleagues: "..."

Although Zhao Xiaochui hadn't left Beijing yet, everyone was already missing him...

…………

At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui, whom everyone misses, is on the tarmac at Beijing Capital International Airport.

He was casually dressed in shorts and a vest, standing next to the boarding stairs, holding a long boarding list in his hand, checking each name one by one to make sure that all the names were checked.

He was in a good mood.

He also participated in the team building activities of the big company he once admired, which included a high-end trip to South America.

Although the expenses were considerable, they were paid from public funds, and after tax deductions, the bureau would also provide a certain subsidy based on the extent of his "service".

If there's a bargain, you have to take advantage of it. A whole container of treasure is waiting for him to cash out and repay the bank; the feeling of being in debt makes him feel terrible.

Finally, he also had to try to solve the most pressing problem of easy and slow travel – the technicians.

…………

On the boarding stairs, a pretty flight attendant was waving. Zhao Xiaochui smiled and gestured to wait a moment. He then turned to see a low-key minivan parked beside him.

Lei Zhen got out of the car with four colleagues.

"I'm entrusting my colleague to you."

Zhao Xiaochui took the file folder handed to him by Lei Zhen. He knew without guessing that it contained a fake ID showing him as a middle-aged man.

"I'm entrusting my employees to you as well," Zhao Xiaochui replied with the same words.

"Don't worry," Lei Zhen patted him on the shoulder, "from the tour guides to the reception staff, they're all our people. We guarantee everyone will have a great time and return safely. Oh, and..."

Lei Zhen shook his phone: "This can now be considered cyberbullying. It just so happens that your store is 'involved' in many cases at the bureau. Do you want us to step in and quell this?"

Because of these unresolved cases, a certain bureau had the convenience to make contact.

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head: "You guys helped balance things out this time, but what about next time?"

Lei Zhen thought for a moment, sighed, and patted him heavily again: "Be careful. I'll be waiting for you here in half a month!"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded without saying anything and boarded the plane with the four soldiers.

What he really wanted to say was that when he would return depended on when the distant capital went crazy.

The file contained not only the fake documents he needed to erase household registrations, but also information on certain people he required!

He will wait for him abroad.

Waiting for distant capital to open that Pandora's box!

(End of this chapter)