The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 295 The battle was not fought in vain
"I heard you even got a promotion because of him?"

Labor Bureau: "..."

The old stationmaster: "Is this all?"

Labor Bureau: "..."

The old stationmaster: "Can't you even sit properly on that chair? If you can't, get off and I'll sit on it!"

Labor Bureau: "..."

"That kid is only nineteen! How the hell do you have any shame?!" The old stationmaster almost roared, every word filled with heartache and unbearable pain.

Labor Bureau: "..."

"Senior brother~" Director Lao gently interrupted the old station chief's anger, his tone tinged with a helpless weariness, "Without us, he wouldn't even be able to travel abroad. Without us, he might not have encountered those troubles, but he might have been trapped in some medical research institution, or become the private property of some powerful people, never seeing the light of day for the rest of his life."

The old stationmaster was startled, then his anger intensified, and he almost roared through gritted teeth, "You fucking bastard!"

Director Lao did not refute, but remained silent once again.

"Is that your doing? That was Xiao Chen's arrangement!" The old stationmaster's anger hadn't subsided when he remembered another old grudge. "And what the hell, I was about to retire, and I asked you to send Xiao Chen here to recuperate, and you sent her to risk her life in the Middle East? You son of a bitch, you..."

"Uncle~"

At that moment, Chen Guifen's slightly hoarse voice came through the earpiece, tinged with apology: "Please don't mention the Labor Bureau, that was my choice. The child's situation is actually partly my fault; I shouldn't have instilled those ideas in him all the time..."

Chen Guifen paused for a moment, as if organizing her thoughts or calming her emotions, before continuing, "The leader of that office also called to communicate. He was very helpful and explained the relevant industrial strategic layout in detail. Although those people were involved, overall, it is beneficial to the country and the people."

She sighed again, her voice tinged with weariness: "Even so, although they are fully supportive of the other side, they still gave the boy a lot of leeway. As long as he has any ideas, we can talk about it..."

“This is my fault, I shouldn’t have done it…” Chen Guifen’s voice grew softer and softer, filled with deep self-reproach.

“This has nothing to do with you!” At this moment, Director Lao also chimed in, his tone firm, “This is already the best situation. Even the best psychological analyst in the bureau can’t figure out what that child is thinking.”

He paused, his tone tinged with confusion and frustration: "We've gone through his entire life story countless times, line by line, but we just can't find the reason for the problem!"

By this time, the old stationmaster already knew the gist of the matter. He frowned and asked in a deep voice, "What's the problem?"

Director Lao said with a deep sense of doubt and disbelief, "He has a deep-seated aversion and hatred for those professions and those people!"

The old stationmaster was jolted awake, the bloody words "bastard" from Zhao Xiaochui's mouth flashing through his mind. He tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and after a long while, let out a long sigh, his voice filled with regret and heaviness: "Please help him. We should all know what that child means to us, to this country..."

"Excuse me, everyone."

At that moment, another unfamiliar voice abruptly broke in, carrying a hint of official politeness.

A stern glint flashed in the old stationmaster's eyes as he coldly demanded, "Backstage? What's going on? State your identity!"

Through the earpiece, a firm and clear voice came from the back office: "Stationmaster, I received an authorization to decode from you, instructing me to contact the military and the Ministry of Foreign Affairs!"

"Station Chief Bao, please calm down. We've been cooperating for many years, and you know who I am," the unfamiliar voice continued, its tone tinged with a hint of probing. "I'd like to say, if none of you have a better solution, based on that child's contributions, perhaps..."

"Hand him over to our military?"

The stationmaster, the labor bureau chief, and Chen Guifen almost simultaneously shouted in unison, their voices filled with boundless rage: "Get out!"

“We can hand it over to our Ministry of Foreign Affairs.” Another unfamiliar voice chimed in, not to be outdone.

The stationmaster, the labor bureau chief, and Chen Guifen: "Get out!"

Director Lao took a deep breath, a resolute glint flashing across his tired face.

He spoke into the headset, his tone steady and firm: "Gentlemen, please wait a moment. My apologies for my rudeness earlier. But now, regarding the intelligence Zhao Xiaochui provided to your department, shall we make an exchange?"

"..."

The Labor Bureau paused, and when no response came, spoke again: "You all surely understand the significance and value of Zhao Xiaochui's unexpected action. What he brought far exceeds the success of a simple mission. It is worthy of the relevant deployments of both units, and a tremendous contribution to the country and its people." "..."

After a long silence, the first unfamiliar voice cautiously asked, "What do you want?"

The labor bureau chief chuckled softly: "Make one phone call to each family, and the favors you owe that child will be wiped clean!"

"..."

…………

The top floor of the Park Hyatt Hotel in Beijing.

The atmosphere in the venue remained lively, the banquet that had already ended was still bustling, and those who did not leave seemed to be waiting for something to happen.

The champagne tower soared into the clouds, and the guests around it gathered in small groups, chatting in hushed tones, occasionally bursting into knowing chuckles.

They clinked their glasses together, making a crisp "ding" sound, as if celebrating an impending victory.

With her talent, Jiang Ying constantly made new friends among wealthy women, occasionally glancing at the corner of her eye.

In the corner, Wei Lan and Leng Xiao were enthusiastically planning. Six Fingers Chain was just the starting point for Yuanfang Capital. After the merger of Easy Slow Travel, the two even had the idea of ​​acquiring Bai Ling Medical Domain Group.

Go for it! Accumulate capital and establish an industrial layout in the shortest time possible. As long as that young masseur keeps creating miracles, this wealth story will never be destroyed by a series of hastily trained but unqualified masseurs.

Then, by completing a strategic partnership with Ugly Donkey, not only will a wealth myth be created from nothing, but Ugly Donkey's stock price will also experience a frenzied surge.

An air of absolute confidence emanated from them; their eyes gleamed with certainty at the impending great success. Before long, they would receive good news…

Just then, Wei Lan's personal cell phone, the encrypted phone that she never parted with, suddenly vibrated.

She picked up her phone, glanced at the screen, and her smile froze instantly, a look of disbelief and astonishment flashing deep in her eyes.

Leng Xiao keenly noticed her unusual behavior and leaned closer to ask in a low voice, "What's wrong, Mr. Wei?"

Wei Lan didn't say anything, but simply turned her phone screen towards him.

On the screen, only a few words appeared, instantly shattering their previous confidence:

"But don't interfere."

"Didi dididi~"

Throughout the meeting, text message tones rang out frequently.

The previously boisterous laughter and conversation abruptly ceased, as if someone had grabbed them by the throat.

The air seemed to freeze. The smiles on the faces of the investors, who had been so confident, gradually stiffened. Their eyes went from doubt to shock, and then to disbelief. Finally, everyone looked at Wei Lan with icy eyes.

The look in their eyes wasn't questioning, nor was it an inquiry; rather, it conveyed the same message—

What should Yuanfang and Choulu do?
These investors, with different backgrounds and from various industries, also...

"But don't interfere."

In other words, the struggle has escalated; they are no longer using the means to restrain the ugly donkey and distant capital.

“Good…very good!” Wei Lan’s voice was squeezed out through clenched teeth. “Now that he has made his choice, we don’t need to hold back anymore.”

She picked up the wine glass on the table, not to celebrate, but to mask the barely contained rage. She downed the wine in one gulp, then slammed the empty glass down on the table with a sharp, jarring sound that echoed in the deathly silence of the banquet hall.

“President Leng,” Wei Lan’s voice was low and hoarse, yet every word was clear, “Since he refuses to listen to reason and is forced to drink the penalty cup, then we’ll let him taste what it means to… completely crush him!”

(End of this chapter)