The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 325 Orders Issued
"Holy crap! Is this body even real? This woman's legs are longer than my lifespan!"

"Hiss... This uniform, those long legs, that tiny waist! Sister, kill me!"

"What was this video about? I was so focused on the face and legs that I didn't hear anything..."

"Sister, do you have a link to the uniform? Never mind, even if I did, I couldn't pull it off like this..."

"Open the shop window! Open the shop window! Open the shop window! I'll say it three times because it's important! My wallet is ready with towels for a leisurely stroll!"

"Once you've used the EasyWalk towel, you'll know what true absorbency means! It's as soft as a cloud, and you'll never have to scrub your skin again!"

"..."

Inside the luxurious offices of Yuanfang Capital.

Leng Xiao's gaze froze on the phone screen, where the comments section of the casually scrolling short video was refreshing at an astonishing speed.

He had been in this office for two days, trying to sort out the messy situation with Wei Lan.

To say he doesn't regret it would be self-deception. He still can't understand how things gradually slid to this irreversible state.

He should have been wary when the uniformed officers came to his door to arrest him—that seemingly relaxed and unhurried man, who had transformed into a "honey badger" and fought to the bitter end, must have had some powerful backing.

What he regrets most is not his initial toughness, but his failure to decisively compromise and apologize after realizing the situation was turning sour.

Because he firmly believes that there are hidden cards to be played by taking it easy and slow, and that his "ugly donkey" (a nickname for a donkey) foundation will only become deeper! Behind him stands not only Yuanfang Capital, but also Zhongjin Company, which entered the game earlier than them and has a "national team" background.

So before that banquet, there was an 'office' conversation.

The former approach was not ideal, and the latter was even less so for Jinling Capital – knowing full well that the young man was a hothead, they still dared to push him to the forefront without any communication.

Didn't Wei Lan realize that the young man could resist such temptation?

Well, Leng Xiao didn't expect that either.

How many young people in the world can say no to such an opportunity to rise to the top in one step?

What exactly did that kid go through?
This question had troubled him and Wei Lan for a long time, but they couldn't find an answer.

He swiped away from the short video app in frustration and switched back to the work group. Just one glance at it, and the gloom on his face deepened instantly, almost dripping with anger.

Across from the desk, Wei Lan hung up a phone call, her face showing exhaustion after dealing with the questioning.

She was frantically trying to appease the wealthy patrons and ladies she had previously persuaded. The longer the shop on the second floor remained closed, the more their patience was worn down, and the more irritable they became as their needs were not met.

They initially agreed to cooperate with Wei Lan on the condition that after Yuanfang Capital successfully acquired Qingsong Manxing, they would receive permanent appointment-free privileges.

Now, there's been no word from the privilege, and even reopening seems a long way off.

None of these people would be someone Wei Lan could afford to offend, if it weren't for the sake of the distant big boss. Especially those wealthy women; their influence in bed was enough to give even the distant big boss a headache.

"Three days! I'm only giving you three days! If you can't resolve this by then, you'll face the consequences!"

Wei Lan put down her hot phone, let out a long sigh, and then noticed Leng Xiao's extremely unpleasant expression.

"What's wrong?" A sense of foreboding rose in her heart.

Leng Xiao didn't answer immediately; his gaze remained fixed on the constant stream of bad news popping up in the group chat. After a long while, he slowly raised his head, looking at Wei Lan with a complex expression, his voice low and slow:
"All of Ugly Donkey's operations in the Sichuan-Chongqing region have been completely suspended."

Wei Lan's pupils contracted, and she was speechless.

"Due to issues related to hygiene, environmental protection, fire safety, and suspected impact on campus safety, Ugly Donkey Shopping Mall's 35 locations in Beijing have been jointly notified and ordered to suspend operations for rectification."

Wei Lan's lips parted slightly, but no sound came out.

"Three long-established chain brands that have been rooted in Beijing for many years have terminated their comprehensive cooperation agreements with Ugly Donkey ahead of schedule."

"Ugly Donkey's business expansion in the entire Beijing market has effectively come to a standstill."

With each piece of news he delivered, Leng Xiao's tone grew colder.

Wei Lan immediately rushed to the computer and pulled up the Hong Kong stock chart of "Ugly Donkey Buying Vegetables".
Has the message been sent out?

Leng Xiao slowly shook his head. Having weathered many storms, he was now calm. He paused, then added the final straw:
"There's another piece of news. A 'friend' privately revealed that China SAMR is likely to formally launch an investigation into Ugly Donkey's suspected monopolistic practices soon." Wei Lan was trying to calm herself down as she watched Ugly Donkey's stock price slowly decline on the screen—comments on the financial forum indicated that this was due to previous actions by Sichuan and Chongqing.

What's the situation in Sichuan and Chongqing?

Leng Xiao gave a wry smile: "That 'Sichuan-Chongqing Tyrannosaurus' can't contact Zhao Xiaochui, so he thinks something happened to him and is taking his anger out on us."

Wei Lan gave Leng Xiao a strange look: "Can we get in touch with him?"

Leng Xiao was speechless.

"Could something really have happened?"

A bizarre thought suddenly popped into my head: what if that happened...?

The atmosphere in the office was heavy.

Leng Xiao shook his head violently. He turned to Wei Lan, his eyes filled with the last glimmer of hope, and asked urgently, "How is Six-Fingered Sheng doing?"

“It’s just so-so!” Wei Lan spread her hands, her face filled with helplessness and a sense of absurdity. “They’ve already opened three shops next to Relaxing Walk. Not only are their services completely free, but to attract customers, they’re now giving away eggs and cooking oil every day…”

She paused here, exchanging a glance with Leng Xiao, both seeing the same disbelief in each other's eyes.

Based on their life experience and business acumen, they had never encountered such an opponent. This was truly an "oddball."

Any other massage parlor, even one backed by capital, would have gone out of business and closed down long ago under such a costly crackdown.

When they switched to a relaxed, slow pace, they didn't care at all!
So, how much money does he actually have?
Where did his money come from?
"We can't wait any longer!" Leng Xiao suddenly stood up.

Wei Lan remained silent for a moment, then slowly nodded.

Seeing her nod, Leng Xiao said cautiously, "This time... we're only responsible for unlocking the first lock on the box."

His intention was to draw a clear line, providing information but not taking direct action.

"This time..." Wei Lan's voice also lowered, a complex emotion flashing across it, but quickly replaced by ruthlessness, "We have thirteen boxes."

They were well aware of the terrifying power of the "distributed pressure method".

It's not just cyberbullying; it's a sophisticated and ruthless system of psychological destruction—escalating despair, layers of moral blackmail and guilt, and a spreading social death...

Even seasoned veterans like them knew they couldn't withstand such relentless pressure for long.

Regardless of what that young man named Zhao Xiaochui has experienced in the past, faced with such a systematic and precise method of destroying all of a person's social connections and psychological defenses, there is only one final outcome:
Complete self-destruction.

Without exception!

The order was relayed swiftly and covertly.

The luxurious office in the Ash Ridge has also returned to silence.

…………

At the same time, in South America, in the Chiapas Madre Mountains.

The mountain-sized jaguar abruptly stopped on a slightly open rocky riverbank, its heavy breathing turning into white mist in the damp, cold air.

Zhao Xiaochui nimbly flipped and landed, his gaze sweeping around before finally settling on a cluster of pale red stems and leaves nestled among the rocks on the beach.

He crouched down and carefully examined the ironclad rule for the wilderness that the village cadre had repeatedly emphasized to him years later: "Anything you eat must be 100% confirmed."

After confirming that there was no doubt about it, he quickly plucked a few handfuls of plump purslane stems and leaves, stuffed them into his mouth, chewed them a few times, and swallowed them.

Almost as he swallowed, he suddenly stood up, grabbed the thick skin behind the giant leopard's neck, and flipped over to mount the leopard's back again.

Without any command, the mountain-sized jaguar let out a deep roar, and once again transformed into an arrow, plunging back into the treacherous animal trail to the side, almost swallowed up by vegetation, and at an even faster speed, carried him away into the suffocating depths of green.

"Faster, faster!"

(End of this chapter)