The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 349 Purpose
"Good afternoon, my dear boy!" The old lady was infected by his bright smile, and the smile lines at the corners of her eyes deepened. "Thanks to you, I haven't forgotten where I put my painkillers for two weeks. It's much more effective than my expensive skincare products."

"It was your own good insistence!" Zhao Xiaochui said sincerely, but Jiang Ying, who knew him well, sensed something else in his words.

Zhao Xiaochui gestured for the old lady to lie down and began a simple physical examination.

"It's much softer here than last time. It seems you really do those simple stretches every day."

"Of course, I will never forget what you said."

The old lady sighed comfortably and joked, "My old-fashioned doctor almost dropped his glasses when he saw my medical report. He insisted on asking if I had found some kind of magic spring that could make me young again... I told him that I had found a young sun god who could use magic."

Zhao Xiaochui was amused and laughed, but Jiang Ying, who was observing silently from the side, thought the smile was completely fake.

Zhao Xiaochui: "You're exaggerating. I just know how to press it a few times."

The old lady's condition was a combination of both "pain due to obstruction" and "pain due to lack of nourishment."

Long-term strain and constant invasion of wind, cold and dampness led to blockage of the meridians in the shoulders and neck, poor circulation of qi and blood, and the gradual formation of stubborn fascial adhesions. The inability of qi and blood to rise smoothly to nourish the head and face, resulting in malnourishment of the head, was the real root cause of her stubborn migraines.

According to textbooks from Chinese medicine universities, the treatment of this type of disease needs to be carried out in three stages, involving the coordinated intervention of 6 core techniques, 6 acupoints, and 4 key meridians.

Mrs. Olivia lay comfortably face down on the massage bed.

Zhao Xiaochui focused his mind and breath, his hands slightly warm. What followed was a dazzling display of skill in Jiang Ying's eyes.

The techniques of pressing, grasping, tapping, plucking, lifting, and combing were used in turn, with precise tapping and vibration at a very high frequency, filling the inner room with a pleasant rhythm.

Jiang Ying listened carefully, and it turned out to be a general's order?!

After a series of smooth movements, the old lady's stiff shoulders and neck visibly relaxed, and her furrowed brows unfurrowed.

Jiang Ying watched all this. Every movement of Zhao Xiaochui was ten times more complicated and serious than his seemingly lazy and casual "patting and pressing" in the capital. However, she could tell from the old lady's performance that the effect here was not even one-tenth of what it was in the capital!
Twenty minutes later, the old lady sat up, stretched her shoulders and neck, and wore her usual satisfied and relaxed expression.

“Every time I leave here, I feel like I’ve lifted a decade’s worth of burden. My child, you are truly a gift from God.”

She patted Zhao Xiaochui's arm affectionately, but her tone was no longer that of a simple appointment; instead, it carried a hint of probing and expectation:
"Next week is the last treatment session, I'm really going to miss you... I heard you're going back to Beijing soon?"

Zhao Xiaochui's smile paused for a moment, then he nodded frankly: "Yes, Madam, my business is in China."

Upon hearing this, the old lady smiled elegantly: "Then, my dear, perhaps it will be time for this old woman to go to the capital for a 'vacation'. Your new studio will surely reserve a comfortable spot for a loyal old friend, won't it?"

She had already made up her mind that she would never easily let this "magician" who could control her quality of life out of her sight.

She vaguely heard that a week ago, a prominent figure had tried to monopolize the young man through some kind of "special cooperation," but the result was extremely dismal—that figure has disappeared ever since.

The old lady was not surprised at all.

Since then, all the big spenders have tacitly agreed to abide by the rules.

So since we can't keep him in San Francisco, the only option is to follow in his footsteps closely.

Zhao Xiaochui was taken aback at first, then laughed and nodded vigorously: "Of course! No matter where you are, it will always be reserved for you."

……

A busy morning quietly came to an end in a tight schedule.

After meeting several high-profile guests that even she rarely gets to see, Jiang Ying finally had her working lunch break.

Pan Xiaoli was deftly placing the high-end takeout meals on a small table. She carefully unpacked the food and portioned it into elegant plates.

Zhao Xiaochui leaned against the window, holding a bowl of rice in one hand and constantly picking up food with the other, eating and drinking heartily.

Jiang Ying sat to the side, eating her food in small bites, but her gaze couldn't help but wander between the two of them. She never expected that she would end up forming a small team with these two on the spot.

Jiang Ying shoveled a couple of mouthfuls of rice, but couldn't hold it in any longer. She pointed at Zhao Xiaochui with her chopsticks and said, "Hey, Xiaochui, can I ask you something?" Zhao Xiaochui, who was engrossed in eating, looked up at her, his cheeks still puffed out, and said, "Hmm? Sister Jiang, what is it?"

“I’ve been watching you all morning,” Jiang Ying frowned. “You’ve been doing all sorts of fancy massages here, a hundred times more complicated than back in Beijing, but it doesn’t seem as effective as a few casual massages back then.”

Zhao Xiaochui's eyes flickered, and he quickly swallowed the food in his mouth before saying softly, "The effect is too good. I'm afraid I'll get into the same trouble as back home and won't be able to go back."

"..." Jiang Ying gave a wry smile and changed the subject, "How much does the old lady charge for a single service like that?"

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui eating heartily, Pan Xiaoli whispered, "President Jiang, it's $10 for one service. They don't like auspicious numbers like 68 here, so the boss just went with a round number."

"..."

Who uses this method to determine integers? Turns out, they really have the skills to do whatever they want.

Jiang Ying sighed inwardly and began to introduce the situation in China to Zhao Xiaochui:

"Bai Ling Therapy has already settled the matter with the Yunnan Provincial Essential Oil Company and re-handed it over. The local authorities heard about your actions in Jinghai and also transferred several bankrupt organic farms free of charge."

She paused for a moment, then continued, "L'me, owned by that old lady, can completely cover the production capacity of the essential oil company."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui shook his head and put down his bowl: "We've taken over a dozen more mountains in the Sichuan-Chongqing region, plus the new essential oil company we established there before. Relying solely on that old lady's business is probably not enough."

Jiang Ying looked at him incredulously: "Why were you in such a hurry back then? Was it really necessary to spend so much just to ensure the supply chain of a small massage parlor?"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head and then nodded: "We have found a source of technicians. After a month of practice and training, we have confirmed that New Easy Slow Travel has five more senior technicians. So, with the branch opening imminent, it is necessary to build the supply chain in advance to prevent similar incidents from happening."

Jiang Ying asked in surprise, "Where did you recruit them from?"

She knew that a relaxed and slow pace placed demanding requirements on the technicians.

“They’re the former senior silent service ladies,” Pan Xiaoli explained for the boss. “Because they’re a bit older, they’ll be serving the women’s section from now on.”

Jiang Ying knew a bit about that group, and nodded, saying, "With the channels of those people before, you can also help yourself by setting up two more essential oil companies."

After receiving confirmation from the strong woman, Zhao Xiaochui finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Now he can finally put down his burdens and return home! Otherwise, with the livelihoods of so many families weighing on his shoulders every day, he wouldn't even be able to sleep well.

"Sister Jiang, tell me, why did you have to come all this way and even take on the role of a waitress? What's your purpose?"

Hearing the words she longed to hear most, Jiang Ying finally smiled.

She took out a document, handed it over, and introduced it:

"This is the compensation plan from Jinling and Choulv: one million yuan in compensation for each victim of the cyberattack, including you."

The ownership of the three-story property and two high-end dry cleaning shops in Fatou Street was compensated to QingSongManXing.
If you wish, Wei Lan, the person in charge of this incident, can issue a public apology in various media outlets.

Leng Xiao deleted all his Weibo posts and went into seclusion for six months. From now on, Ugly Donkey and Jinling Capital will avoid QingSongManXing.

Zhao Xiaochui carefully read the end of the document and saw the signatures of the chubby receptionist, Zhou Yaqin, and Sister Hua before nodding slightly.

“From now on, I will continue to work and live honestly. Sister Jiang, do you think anyone will bully me again?”

"Little hammer..." Jiang Ying rubbed her forehead, forcing a wry smile. "You do the math. In just this morning, you've collected half a million US dollars in service fees alone, and sold fifty bottles of essential oil at fifty thousand US dollars each. These top clients will all follow you back to Beijing to spend their money. Then, don't worry about anyone bullying you; all levels of government in Beijing will proactively provide you with all sorts of conveniences and support."

Bringing these clients of all kinds back to China would shock not only the capital but also higher-level departments...

"Then let's go back to China, Xiaoli, book the tickets."

"No need, take my private jet back."

(End of this chapter)