The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 329 Once, we huddled together for warmth; the future remains the same.
The afternoon sun was blazing, baking the road surface.

Liu Li pushed the wheelchair, leading two dejected children, and slowly walked along the shady side of the alley toward the small courtyard.

DouDou's little brows were furrowed tightly. He would steal glances from time to time at the other side of the wheelchair—YangYang, who, in order to protect him, was now bruised and battered, but still held his head high.

He hesitated for a long time, rummaging through his schoolbag with his little hands for a while, before finally pulling out a big red apple that was still warm from his body.

He seemed to have made a tremendous decision as he handed the apple to Yangyang, his little face full of heartache and reluctance, his voice so soft it was like a mosquito's buzz.

"I'll only... I'll only give you half."

Yangyang was stunned for a moment, looking at the bright red apple in front of him, and then at Doudou's stingy look, and didn't react for a while.

"Pfft—" Liu Li, who was pushing the wheelchair, couldn't help but burst out laughing. Seeing the two children turn their heads to look at her at the same time, she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but her shoulders couldn't help but tremble.

The wheelchair suddenly stopped.

The chubby receptionist turned around: "..."

She suddenly felt exhausted. It all started as two adults looking after two children, but how did it gradually turn into her taking care of three "children" all by herself?
What exhausted her even more was that the intense "discussion" from the outside world had spread to the inside.

While the girls were enduring the expected targeting, a certain bureau broke its promise to Zhao Xiaochui, who had made significant contributions, amidst a heated debate due to differing opinions!
They failed to send the urgently needed information for the relaxed and slow-paced journey to Zhou Yaqin in a timely manner, as agreed with Zhao Xiaochui.

The chubby receptionist was angry about the situation, but also felt a sense of helpless understanding.

After all, compared to Zhao Xiaochui, whose fate is unknown, stabilizing the stock price of Ugly Donkey is the immediate and tangible benefit.

Whether externally or internally, countless people are desperately "discussing" these tangible benefits.

The labor bureau has done everything in its power. Amidst strong opposition within the bureau, he is still struggling to protect the only channel for relaxed and slow-moving voices to be heard. But how long can he hold on?
As time goes by, and as Zhao Xiaochui's chances of survival dwindle, the voices from the other side only grow louder and more dominant. Until finally…

The chubby receptionist shook her head helplessly, her gaze falling on the three "children" beside her, a sigh escaping her lips.

If things are already like this within the system, what kind of turmoil will the relaxed and leisurely pace of life inside cause?
"Little Hammer, are you still alive?" she asked silently in her heart.

"Whether I live or die, at least give your 'old mother' a straight answer..."

The portly receptionist has received news from her colleagues in South America—none of the 'illegal armed groups and individuals' who came out of that jungle during this period have survived…

The group walked in the shadows of the alley, with a male colleague following closely behind them.

It's unclear whether they were protecting them or keeping a close eye on that... super strategist - Chen Guifen.

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September 11, 12:30 PM, across the ocean.

When the mountain-sized jaguar finally leaped down a steep slope and rushed into a dry canyon filled with gravel, cacti, and low shrubs, it came to an abrupt stop.

The giant leopard's heavy breathing filled the scorching air as it anxiously pawed at the sand and gravel beneath its feet. Its keen senses clearly made it extremely uncomfortable with this unfamiliar and unprotected wilderness.

As the king of the jungle, its mission was complete. As it slowly bent down, an old and frail figure slid to the ground.

Even now, the jaguar made no extra move—it had been completely subdued during its escape. It lowered its head, gently nudged the aged figure, and let out a low, almost whimpering sound, as if asking if it could leave.

After a long while, the withered hand tremblingly rose and placed itself on the jaguar's strong back. During this perilous journey, the acute intervertebral disc injuries and minor vertebral misalignments caused by repeated mis-landing during jumps were quietly repaired and absorbed under this touch.

"The money and goods were settled."

As Zhao Xiaochui's voice rang out, his aged body recovered at a speed visible to the naked eye, instantly transforming back into the valiant figure that had once dominated that office building.

The jaguar let out a low, short growl, nuzzled him with its massive head, and then turned without hesitation, its enormous body disappearing into the green foothills from which it had come.

Zhao Xiaochui sensed a deep fear in its pre-descent emotions, not towards itself, but rather…

Zhao Xiaochui turned around.

With the help of the heat flow, especially after expending a lot of energy to restore Ono and Suzuran, his deliberately maintained white-haired appearance successfully made the thugs in the office building underestimate him, and they were eventually killed by him.

On this hellish road, the heat flow warned him countless times: whether he was old or young, once he deviated from this path, there was only death ahead.

At this moment, facing the ferocious wolf pack that emerged from behind the rocky slopes from all directions and gradually surrounded him, he grinned, revealing an almost manic smile.

"Dear guests," Zhao Xiaochui said with a wild smile, scanning the pack of snarling beasts on the rocky slope ahead, reciting a bizarre advertisement, "Cervical strain rehabilitation, interested in learning more..."

Hello, North American gray wolves! Girls, no matter what happens, wait for me to get out.

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"Mr. Zhou, we should wait for the boss!"

12:45, leisurely stroll.

There are fifteen minutes left until the ultimatum text message is sent.

After reporting Dou Dou's situation, Pan Xiaoli did not leave. Instead, she looked at Zhou Yaqin with unusual determination.

“President Zhou, this business hasn’t survived until today because of everyone gritting their teeth and persevering,” she said clearly, each word striking the massage parlor, “it’s all thanks to the boss!”

Pan Xiaoli's gentle smile vanished completely. Her gaze sharpened as she looked at the old man who had spoken earlier, her voice clear and firm:
"Mr. Zhou, if anyone can't hold on any longer, they can resign! If someone needs to step in, I'll be the next one."

At this moment, this girl, who was usually soft-spoken and had gentle, smiling eyes, exuded an unprecedented determination and fierceness.

"Sister Xiao, this matter... is not your turn yet."

A slightly hoarse yet languid and wild voice came from the entrance to the office area.

Everyone followed the sound.

Ono, now dressed in her navy blue uniform, slowly walked into the hall.

Unlike Guoguo's sharp and neat appearance, the same clothes on her accentuated her resilience and wildness. Combined with her delicate features and fair skin, if it weren't for the hint of untamed vigilance and aloofness in her eyes, she would definitely be on par with Guoguo!
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ono stood in front of Zhou Yaqin.

"Hello, Mr. Zhou. My name is Xiao Ye. I'm Xiao Chuizi, and I'm 'training' in South America..."

"Easily and slowly walk to the second floor, the second master technician."

After saying that, Ono turned around and quickly huddled in front of Guoguo in the corner.

After checking on Guoguo's condition, she poured some citron essential oil into her palm, rubbed it to warm it up, then took a deep breath and slowly lowered her hands.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

The kneading and pushing method using both thumbs.

The Governing Vessel and the Bladder Meridian of Foot Taiyang.

Open the Heavenly Gate, push the Kan Palace, and rub the temples.

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12:55 minutes.

The official WeChat account of "Easy Travel" suddenly started live streaming.

Under the stunned gaze of all netizens, the untamed Xiao Ye directly engaged in a war of words with countless idiots.

"Hello everyone, my name is Ono."

"Easily and slowly walk to the second floor, the second master technician."

"Oh, what a lively scene! It's been a long time since I've seen you all, the righteous people who have been so vocal online. I never thought that after all these years, you would still remember me, Sister Guoguo."

"I heard several of you are still hung up on those tens of thousands of yuan spent on drinks? You have quite the memory! But I'm curious—who was it that insisted on opening the 'Dragon Set' and acting like a big shot in the VIP booth back then? Who was it that wouldn't let go of the girl's hand? How come now that the money's gone and the dream's over, it's someone else forcing you to open it at knifepoint? Is your memory specifically for forgetting how you acted like a simp back then?"

"Who am I? No need for you to look it up, I'll figure it out myself."

"My name is Xiaoye, my real name is Su Man. My father is a gambler, my mother is seriously ill, my brother is good for nothing, and I am struggling."

"This life story is pretty compelling, isn't it? But I'm not going to play the victim."

"I was brought into the bar escort industry as soon as I entered society. I was hugged, touched, and kissed by customers. As for whether I slept with them...?"

Ono gave a cold smile in front of the camera: "Guess..."

(End of this chapter)