The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 293 popped up.
Leng Xiao answered with certainty, because these were all things he had done before: "One is the old way: quickly package, tell a good story, attract venture capital, rush to go public, and finally realize capital cashing out. We are familiar with this way, it is fast and effective, but it is also risky, and it may not be a long-term solution for us."

He paused, tapping his fingers lightly on the table: "The other way is to calm down, rely on the vast resource system of distant capital, and develop slowly and meticulously."

Although that kid isn't cooperating, we can invite genuine inheritors of intangible cultural heritage in massage, and even establish our own R&D system to combine traditional techniques with modern health and wellness concepts, creating a truly profound and reputable brand. This path sounds wonderful, but as you know, our investors are all people who've had enough of quick money. They can't wait.

As Wei Lan listened, she glanced at the night view outside the window: "President Leng, is it possible that we have a third way to go?"

Leng Xiao's gaze sharpened: "Which road?"

Wei Lan withdrew her gaze and looked at Leng Xiao: "Cooperate with that kid."

“How is that possible?” Leng Xiao chuckled, spreading his hands with a helpless expression. “We’ve already used such drastic measures to strangle them, and they’re still not making a sound.”

“What’s even more outrageous is…” Leng Xiao leaned closer to Wei Lan, his tone incredulous, “Can you believe it? He actually took his employees on a trip…”

Upon hearing this news, Wei Lan's usually calm face finally showed a change, but she quickly regained her composure and spread her hands: "A 19-year-old hot-blooded youth can do anything. However, President Leng, ever since he vomited all over the stage that night, I have never expected him to compromise."

Leng Xiao was taken aback, then sat up straight: "Then..."

Wei Lan chuckled and stretched out her slender hand to push the bowl of Buddha Jumps Over the Wall onto the corner of the dining table.

"On one hand, there's the glitz and glamour, the wonderful stories, and the investors with impressive backgrounds; on the other hand, the most likely outcome is a complete mess!"

Leng Xiao: "..."

“The people in that office definitely know what kind of people we are!” Wei Lan made no attempt to downplay her own behavior. She smiled and pushed her Moutai glass to another corner. “On one side, there are truly great stories. All it takes is one person’s agreement for all my beautiful descriptions to become reality. From this, countless companies similar to Moutai will be born.”

As Wei Lan narrated, Leng Xiao was stunned.

"Why would the big boss and I risk losing face by hosting the same themed banquet again?" Wei Lan tilted her head towards the people clinking glasses in the room. "It's to drag these people down with us! As for whether it ends up as a leaky, dilapidated ship or a sturdy battleship, that depends on the leader's choice, so..."

Wei Lan spread her hands and chuckled softly, "Does that kid's attitude matter? Someone else will step in and put pressure on us!"
She picked up a glass and took a sip.

"Nineteen? Ha—" The soft laugh contained both pity for naivety and unwavering confidence in power. "When the people in that office no longer treat you like a child, but instead make decisions on the spot, what good is youth?"

Her voice suddenly became sharp:

"By then, will he listen or not?"

Leng Xiao nodded slightly; he understood what Wei Lan meant.

He raised his glass: "Thank you for your trouble, Mr. Wei. Let me toast you."

"Ding~"

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At this moment, Jiang Ying was in the midst of the hustle and bustle of the banquet hall, raising her glasses in celebration with her group of close friends.

A hint of barely perceptible pride shone on her face, because just now, she had successfully finalized a major business deal, even though it had no direct connection to the theme of tonight's dinner.

However, what's even more intriguing is that Jiang Ying wasn't the only one present; the vast majority of the guests from the previous night's grand banquet were also at this dinner. Someone's ability to create hype out of thin air is no joke.

As she took a sip of champagne, Jiang Ying glanced at the two main characters in the corner.

Unlike Leng Xiao, who needed to act as the woman's "straight man," Jiang Ying, as someone involved, understood Wei Lan's true intentions without needing anyone's guidance. It was simply a matter of using these prominent investors from various industries to inflate a concept to its limit, thereby exerting pressure on a higher level.

After all, both Yuanfang Capital and Ugly Donkey Group have state-owned shareholders behind them.

Wei Lan wanted to inflate the bubble, because she knew, and everyone else knew, that this bubble wasn't without the possibility of materializing. As long as that young man agreed, this seemingly illusory feast would not ultimately end in a dismal failure, with investors being fleeced, the scheme collapsing, or a complete mess.

Because that young massage therapist had already proven that a technician's skills can be replicated and promoted; and that the therapeutic effects were undeniable and beyond question. Most importantly, within just a few months of opening, this small massage parlor had already generated millions of dollars in foreign exchange revenue…

As long as the young man nods.

As long as Zhao Xiaochui nods, the scandal of the Ugly Donkey Group's malicious competition can be quietly covered up;
As long as Zhao Xiaochui nods in approval, a large-scale health industry that can benefit countless people can be established on a solid foundation!

Let alone leaders, even ordinary people know how to make the right choice!
The atmosphere in the hall remained lively, with glasses clinking, but the host and etiquette team had already quietly left. There was no set closing ceremony, but in a sense, the dinner had already come to an end. Perhaps those who remained were waiting for something to happen.

Perhaps it won't be long before they receive some good news...

…………

Outside an office building of an American overseas agency in Bogotá.

Gunfire and explosions made the street eerily quiet.

Perhaps it was Commissioner Smith in this building who made the call, because the local police station did not show up.

So when the battle ended, the street remained deathly silent for a long time before it was broken by a speeding minivan.

This is CIA territory, and there are very few frontline combat personnel from the other agency here. So, along with the fully armed station chief, even the young tour guide was clutching her shoulder bag tightly as they hurriedly got off the bus.

As the unit that knows Zhao Xiaochui's abilities best, if possible, the old stationmaster in South America would be willing to trade the lives of the entire station for the safety of that young man.

Now, he can only hope that the boy is still alive, and then have a difficult negotiation with Commissioner Smith.

However, the instant his feet touched the ground, an exhilarating message came through his earpiece—"We won!"

A relieved smile spread across everyone's face, and even the tour guide finally loosened her grip on her bag and let out a long sigh of relief.

then……

A figure that left them speechless walked out of the office building's main entrance.

Upon seeing that figure, the word 'tattered and worn' was practically the only fitting description they could think of.

Zhao Xiaochui, supporting himself on his left leg, limped, or rather, hopped out of the door.

(End of this chapter)