The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 341 My name is Zhao Xiaochui

The sight before them made the father and son hold their breath.

This is no ordinary construction project; it is a race against time to revitalize industry.

The camera first pans across the old factory buildings built with Soviet assistance, their thick red brick walls, towering arched roofs, and sturdy reinforced concrete frames still standing tall after weathering the storms.

The construction didn't demolish them; instead, it involved a highly creative renovation and reinforcement. Workers built new steel platforms within the towering factory framework, and massive glass curtain walls are replacing the old wooden windows.

Inside the site, the flags of the national-level construction unit fluttered in the wind, while more than a dozen tower cranes and various engineering vehicles waved in unison.

"Old Soviet factory buildings combined with China's new infrastructure—this cyberpunk industrial style is so cool!"

"Did you see that?! The flag of China Construction Eighth Engineering Bureau! It's really the national team getting involved! Who would believe that this is the brand of a small massage parlor?"

"Here's a little-known fact: that store isn't a group, it's not a company, it... doesn't have any branches!"

One comment caused many new viewers' brains to freeze instantly.

The live stream camera didn't stay on the grand distant view; instead, it slowly descended and began to focus on the vibrant individuals on the construction site.

There were no reporters, no pre-arranged interviews; the camera simply recorded the events as they were.

The scene shows workers walking in small groups towards a newly built, bright and clean temporary canteen during lunchtime.

As the camera zooms in, viewers can clearly see the abundant dishes on the plates: two meat dishes and two vegetable dishes, unlimited rice, and a large pot of steaming seaweed and egg drop soup on the side.

Just then, a large number of real-name comments from local residents of Jinghai or those working on the construction site began to appear in the bullet comments and comment section.

"Having worked in construction for twenty years, this is the first time I've seen Mr. Jia send people to the construction site canteen every day to check the food! Every meal has meat and eggs, and every meal is different! This standard is comparable to our own family's New Year celebrations!"

"Last week, the project team directly informed the client that there was sufficient funding, and in order to meet the deadline, wages would be deposited directly into our accounts and settled weekly! We feel reassured and are working with great enthusiasm!"

"See these new outfits on the construction workers? Puncture-proof safety shoes, moisture-wicking work clothes, safety helmets with chips... all purchased with special funds from the client, for free! They call this 'basic investment'!"

"Our local trucking fleet pays incredibly fast! We get paid right away after each trip, there's never any delay in payment!"

These comments caused the entire live stream to spiral out of control.

"A helmet with a fan? I'm so jealous! I don't even get that kind of treatment when I work in an office!"

"If my dad worked on a construction site like this, he wouldn't have developed so many health problems..."

"Stop talking! Are massage parlors still hiring? I'm a 985 university graduate with a master's degree, looking for a manual labor job! I'm strong!"

"Don't roll over there! I'm a sports student, I'm physically strong, let me go!"

"Hey upstairs, you're really messing with me. But if I could see Guoguo and those girls every day, I'd pay up for it!"

"No... I just want to ask, where does a massage parlor get so much money to undertake such a large project? And to pay the workers such good treatment? This doesn't make sense!"

As if in response to this comment, an image suddenly appeared in the comments section.

"528,000, a bill for a single service received by a high roller at a leisurely pace, including essential oils for the next six months."

"Fuck~"

"Hehe, upstairs, is that the 'high roller'? Not long ago, there was a rumor in a certain circle that the well-known big spender Qian Mankun charges nearly five million for a single service personally provided by the shop manager!"

"You know what, I recently saw that rich tycoon appearing in public with a female celebrity, and he not only looks much younger, he even has long hair!"

The moment the phrase "long hair" was mentioned, the entire live stream went completely wild.

The entire live stream went wild:
"You know what! Qian Shenhao recently appeared in public, and not only does he look younger, he even has long hair!"

The phrase "long hair" caused the live stream to go wild.

"Alright~" Old Zhou looked away from the noise in the comments section and helplessly shrugged at his son: "Now, it'll be even harder to book a massage parlor once it opens."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhou habitually sorted through his network of relationships in his mind and pondered, "I'll contact my friends and colleagues later to see who can put in a good word for me."

"Pfft—" Old Zhou couldn't help but laugh out loud, patting his son's shoulder: "Silly boy, your dad has the phone numbers of those three bosses saved in his phone. But so what? They still have to obediently queue up and grab a number! Finding connections? That kind of rule doesn't work in that store."

Xiao Zhou was stunned.

The afternoon was warm and fleeting. The son and daughter-in-law had prepared a delicious meal and enjoyed a good time with Old Zhou, thanking him for his hard work taking care of his grandson.

In the evening, the two wanted to play three-player mahjong with the elderly man to relax, but Lao Zhou waved his hand, glanced at the wall clock, and turned on his phone to live stream.

The live stream screen lit up, but Zhou Yaqin did not appear; the camera focused directly on the quiet studio.

Old Zhou explained to his son and daughter-in-law in a low voice:

"The girl's name is Puff. She was terrified by the online attacks a few days ago. The diagnosis from Peking Union Medical College Hospital was 'Acute Stress Disorder (ASD) with dissociative symptoms and stupor'."

He paused, his tone heavy:
"At that time, he was practically crippled. He didn't recognize anyone, wouldn't speak, and would just cower in a corner trembling all day."

In the video, Guoguo, a master chef, is standing next to Puff. Puff lies quietly face down, still looking tired, but her eyes are focused and her breathing is steady and deep.

"See? This is the last treatment." Old Zhou's voice was a little excited. "The diagnosis was approved by Peking Union Medical College Hospital. The child may have permanent trauma. But Guoguo, for a whole week, she had massage therapy every night, and they pulled her back from the brink of disaster."

The camera zooms in, focusing on Guoguo's hand.

“Watch their breathing!” Old Zhou lowered his voice. “When they inhale, Guoguo’s hand hovers and gathers strength; when they exhale, the strength just penetrates slightly. This is the most crucial breathing coordination of the Six Healing Sounds. Outsiders can’t understand it, but I’m learning it by following along. Maybe I can master the other sounds.”

In the video, Puff's body gradually relaxes as Guoguo massages her, her brows unconsciously unfurrow, and she even lets out a very soft, relaxed sigh.

Old Zhou watched intently, his eyes almost glued to the screen, muttering to himself, "Guoguo is wearing earphones, Little Hammer must know that behind her back."

Not only was Lao Zhou watching, but the number of viewers in the live stream also reached its peak. In addition to elderly people who had been following the entire treatment, many others were also drawn in by the trending topic.

"Holy crap!!! The official account of Peking Union Medical College Hospital actually appeared in the comments section and liked it! They even left a comment saying 'Significant therapeutic effect, worth learning from!' This case is real!!"

"I watched it from beginning to end, and this girl went from being a wooden doll to now being able to sigh... I got goosebumps."

"Goddess Guoguo! Goddess Guoguo! Goddess Guoguo!"

"The results are amazing... I'd pay any price for it. I've already packed my family and we're ready to go. Does anyone know when they open and how I register as a member?"

"So that's why they're so confident in charging such high prices? With this effect and this technique, I suddenly feel that five million... isn't entirely incomprehensible?"

As Puff's complexion gradually regained its rosy hue, the live stream traffic surged to its peak, and the barrage of comments reached a fever pitch.

The camera suddenly cuts!
The bustling street scene suddenly replaced the tranquil treatment room.

The sunlight was blinding, and the traffic was noisy.

A bustling street lined with luxury stores near Union Square in San Francisco, California, USA.

A young man's figure appeared in the center of the screen without warning.

He was wearing an ordinary black hoodie, his hands in his pockets, and was slowly walking through the bustling crowd.

He slowly turned around and grinned at the camera:

"Hello everyone, I'm Zhao Xiaochui, the chief technician of Relax and Slow Travel!"

Before the words were even finished, a luxury sports car roared towards them in the background; closer still, a drug addict suddenly swayed and fell to the ground, knocking over a metal trash can on the roadside with a loud bang...

A series of predictable butterfly effects seemed to be quietly triggered at this moment, setting the stage for what was to come...

(End of this chapter)