The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 282 Real Tourism

Jiang Ying's invitation arrived, and Zhao Xiaochui simply replied "Received" before tossing his phone aside and ignoring it.

As mentioned earlier, this luxurious South American trip had a wonderfully regular rhythm.

Under the arrangement of the travel agency staff, everyone enjoyed themselves to the fullest during the day for twelve hours, but were strictly required to stay in their rooms to rest at night.

No one objected to this.

The intense schedule during the day was enough to drain everyone's energy. Even Liu Li, who usually loves excitement, became well-behaved after the first day and stayed quietly at home with Yangyang at night.

So from the next day onwards, Zhao Xiaochui had his own private room.

In the first two countries, Zhao Xiaochui fully unleashed his youthful spirit, enjoying himself with everyone. The same was true on the first day of the last country.

But everything changed after nightfall.

The twelve hours of darkness were a vast hunting ground for him. He infiltrated the heart of the drug lord's territory, dug out the designated container, and then carried it at breakneck speed to the rendezvous point—the whole process took less than four hours.

Only a third of the time has been used.

Still feeling unsatisfied, he said goodbye to the person he was meeting and turned back. Three hours later, he placed the second container heavily on the ground.

The person who received him was a gaunt old man. He numbly opened the second container, and the box full of bright green US dollars almost blinded him.

"What...what did you do?" The old man's voice was hoarse, and countless backup plans to deal with the drug lord's crazy retaliation flashed through his mind in an instant.

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head and chuckled, "It's nothing. I beat him up first, then we had a friendly chat, and I even gave him a full-body massage to help him get in shape so he can continue to provide high-quality, low-priced 'products' for the people of North America."

"So... everything's alright?" the old man asked incredulously.

The old man was Lei Zhen's mentor and the head of the South American region. He was specially sent by a certain bureau to reassure Lei Zhen.

When they first met, Zhao Xiaochui had patted him with that mysterious 'heat flow,' and he knew better than anyone what kind of 'massage' this young man was—a truly unconventional phenomenon.

After meeting him, Zhao Xiaochui patted him with a "hot stream," so the old man knew just how exaggerated his so-called massage really was!
“It’s alright.” Zhao Xiaochui’s tone left no room for doubt.

Lei Zhen breathed a heavy sigh of relief, then looked at him with a mixture of expectation and worry: "Then... tomorrow night?"

"Give me the blueprints for that office building and the personnel deployment." Zhao Xiaochui's smile vanished, and his expression turned serious. "The state has its concerns, but I, a 'non-existent' person, have none."

The old man became instantly agitated, his hands trembling as he tightly gripped Zhao Xiaochui: "Child... do your best, please, please prioritize your own safety!"

"rest assured."

Zhao Xiaochui's answer was firm and resolute. This confidence stemmed from the increasingly brilliant yellow heat flowing within him.

Just now, in the drug lord's lair, he clearly felt that whenever a gun was pointed at him, that warm current would give him an early warning!

This is enough.

With his superhuman speed and his deep understanding of internal martial arts, he knew that he was the best in the world.

The only pity is that this skill was born in a modern society governed by the rule of law, a far cry from the era of bravery and violence of the past.

Otherwise, Liu Li and the female academic star, who don't cooperate with him in serving him in bed, let's see if he doesn't spank them!
The second day's itinerary began in the early morning mist.

A luxurious bus carried everyone away from the city, heading towards the famous Guatapé Rock. When they saw the massive rock weighing tens of millions of tons, everyone gasped in amazement.

Today presents a challenge for everyone: to hike to the summit using the 740 steps embedded in the rock face.

This is undoubtedly a test of physical endurance to the extreme.

At first, everyone was in high spirits, but soon, the steep steps left most of them panting for breath.

While complaining that today's arrangements were like paying money to suffer, Liu Li gritted her teeth and persevered amidst Yangyang's clear, cheerful "Go for it!" voice.

Zhao Xiaochui, on the other hand, seemed unaffected. He walked briskly and even had the energy to turn back halfway and easily carry several exhausted team members up to the platform like chicks.

His performance drew sidelong glances, but everyone just assumed he was a young man with boundless energy and didn't think much of it.

Upon finally reaching the summit, the magnificent view instantly washed away everyone's fatigue. Below lay the Thousand Island Lake, a man-made reservoir, with countless emerald-like islands dotting the water, a breathtaking sight.

At that moment, the excitement and the thrill of conquest overwhelmed everything.

In the afternoon, the tour group arrived at the colorful town of Guatapé. Every house here was painted in vibrant colors.

Zhao Xiaochui strolled along the fairytale-like streets with everyone, enjoying local specialty coffee, while the sound of camera shutters clicking incessantly.

On the way back, the carriage was quiet.

The daytime extreme climbing and visual feast were like a complete energy exchange, almost draining everyone dry.

Some people leaned against the window and fell into a deep sleep, while others stared blankly, quietly savoring the day's adventures.

Even Zhao Xiaochui hugged Liu Li and closed his eyes. Everyone had seen the young man's bravado during the day, and no one believed he could do anything at night.

As the bus smoothly pulled up in front of the Medellín Sky Hotel, and everyone slowly stepped off, their bodies a mixture of exhaustion and excitement, the hour and minute hands of the antique clock in the lobby happened to coincide.

时间来到了2020年9月3日，晚21:00。

Meanwhile, halfway around the world, in the capital city thousands of miles away, a real storm is brewing.

Park Hyatt Beijing, rooftop ballroom.

It was 9 p.m., 30 minutes before the banquet officially began, but this place was already a completely different world.

Outside the huge floor-to-ceiling windows is the most dazzling night view in the entire Beijing CBD.

Chang'an Avenue transforms into a dazzling golden thread, with the lights of the China World Trade Center's "Big Pants" and the Huaxia Zun seemingly within reach. Standing here, one has the illusion of having the entire city's prosperity and power beneath one's feet.

Inside the banquet hall, the air was filled with the scent of money—a blend of haute couture perfumes, rich cigars, and top-quality champagne.

Hundreds of Swarovski crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling like a galaxy, their light refracting countless times, reflecting off the gleaming black marble floor and onto the meticulously groomed faces of every guest.

This was not a noisy party, but a silent hunting ground.

Well-dressed men and women gathered in twos and threes, talking in hushed tones.

(End of this chapter)