The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 363 I am that...

After the massage, Zhao Xiaochui's forehead was covered in fine beads of sweat. He took the warm towel that Pan Xiaoli handed him at the right time and wiped himself off.

He is gradually getting used to the assistance of the support staff, after all, he pays them high salaries and saves them time and energy.

Qian Mankun slowly sat up from the massage bed and let out a long sigh. The heavy fatigue of the past few days was swept away, and his mind was much clearer. These were just the immediate effects; as for the internal effects on his body and hair, the effects would gradually appear.

He stretched his shoulders and asked cautiously, "Little Hammer, in my case, how many sessions would it take to... um, solidify the effect?"

Zhao Xiaochui handed the towel back to Pan Xiaoli, his face still beaming: "Three times. Once a week for three consecutive weeks, and you'll have a solid foundation."

Qian Mankun was overjoyed and quickly asked, "Then next time... will I still need to try to grab it on the mini-program?"

He felt a chill run down his spine when he thought about the fierce bidding, not because he was heartbroken about the money, but because he was worried that someone would suddenly raise the price at the last minute before he could make the reservation.

"No need." Zhao Xiaochui shook his head, his tone casual. "I've already reserved the same time slot for you next week. The price is the same as this time."

He paused, looked at Qian Mankun, and spoke frankly: "This treatment should last for quite a while. However, human aging is irreversible. In another year or two, or if you overexert yourself again, and your body experiences similar relapses..."

“I understand, I understand,” Qian Mankun said with a smile. “I’ll fight them for it then.”

He paused, then sighed softly, "Fifteen minutes, 88888 yuan, little hammer, you're in the service industry, you know."

Zhao Xiaochui knew that the tycoon was praising him, so he scratched his head with a smile and asked curiously, "Uncle Qian, what's the most you've ever earned in a second?"

Qian Mankun was taken aback by the question, and subconsciously considered it for a moment:
"Uh... at my best, probably... one second is equivalent to several hundred of your fifteen minutes."

Zhao Xiaochui paused for a moment, then turned to Pan Xiaoli and solemnly instructed, "Tell President Zhou that we absolutely will not serve these people for door-to-door business!"

"..." Qian Mankun looked at him with a wry smile, "I'm paying taxes according to the law."

Zhao Xiaochui rolled her eyes and changed the subject: "Uncle Qian, you earn so much money, how do you usually spend it? You can't just put it all in the bank, can you?"

Qian Mankun was taken aback by this sudden, simple question, then chuckled: "How will you spend it? Haha..."

He paused for a moment, then spoke casually yet with a clear sense of reality: "Most of the money isn't actually 'spent.' It needs to be reinvested, invested in promising companies and emerging industries, to let it continue to snowball. As for the rest..."

He counted on his fingers and said, "Part of it is entrusted to trusts and family offices to ensure that my family will have enough to eat and wear for generations to come; part of it is used for charity, such as donating to universities to conduct basic research and building a few Hope Primary Schools, just to put my mind at ease; and occasionally I buy things that I like, such as works of art, or like today, to invest in my health."

He looked at Zhao Xiaochui and said, "In the end, once you have a certain amount of money, it's no longer something to 'spend'. It's more like a tool to maintain a certain lifestyle and influence. Sometimes, spending money is more tiring than making money."

Zhao Xiaochui seemed to understand but not quite, and finally only concluded with one sentence: "It would be more practical to give you a shoulder massage."

Qian Mankun nodded in agreement, looking at the young masseur with a complicated expression, and sighed:
“Actually, I have enough money for several generations of my family to live comfortably.” Qian Mankun sighed softly, a hint of weariness showing in his smile. “But I dare not stop, not even for a moment.”

He looked out the window, his voice lowering slightly: "I'm afraid that if we stop, our seemingly solid family business will collapse in an instant. Everything we have now may be lost in the blink of an eye."

"Little Hammer, I really envy you. With just these two hands, you can work happily and live a fulfilling life. It's simple, but it's more reliable than anything else."

Zhao Xiaochui seemed to have thought of something and chuckled, "Uncle Qian, why don't you invest some money in real industries?"

Qian Mankun pointed out the window and said happily, "Real estate, thanks to you, is sure to make a fortune. By the way, according to our agreement, your store owns a building there." Zhao Xiaochui's face darkened: "Real estate, is that considered a real business?"

Qian Mankun chuckled and said, "I, Old Qian, won't do anything that's bound to lose money. Only an idiot would do that."

Zhao Xiaochui nodded in agreement: "I am that idiot."

Qian Mankun: "..."

……

Jinghai, formerly known as "Golden Dayang," is now a textile base for "relaxed and leisurely travel."

Although the factory's registered name has been changed to "Slow Weaving Life," both the new management and the grassroots workers prefer the name "Easy and Slow Travel," as it sounds more sophisticated and carries more hope.

The midday sun streamed into the staff canteen through the spacious and bright floor-to-ceiling windows, filling the air with the enticing aroma of food.

Wang Xiulan and her coworkers finished their busy morning and walked into the canteen, chatting and laughing. This was no longer the crowded, noisy, and limited-edition canteen of the past. After a complete renovation by "New Relaxed and Slow-Paced Living," the canteen's environment was comparable to a high-end buffet—clean, tidy, and with a smooth flow of customers.

Lunch was completely free and offered a wide variety of choices. Wang Xiulan ordered a bowl of rice, a plate of bright red braised lion's head meatballs, a plate of bright green stir-fried broccoli, a bowl of hearty and flavorful beef soup, and two oranges. She and her coworkers sat around the table, eating and chatting, their faces beaming with satisfaction.

They all knew that live-streaming cameras had been installed in the canteen and on the production line, and that the company was broadcasting live 24/7 on YouTube.

This marketing campaign, modeled after Anker, aims to directly address overseas consumers' concerns about "Made in China" products. Through transparent displays, it allows a global audience to witness firsthand a modern, high-standard textile factory, breaking down old impressions and establishing a new image of "high-end, reliable, and trustworthy."

"Sister Xiulan," a young coworker named Xiao Li leaned over and said excitedly in a low voice, "Have you seen your phone? It just sent out your paycheck via text message! The housing provident fund deduction for this month has increased again; the company is really paying the maximum percentage!"

Wang Xiulan smiled and nodded: "I checked this morning too, and the money in my social security account arrived on time this month. I feel more at ease now."

“I never dared to dream of these things back in Jin Dayang,” said Sister Zhang across the table. “We were lucky to get paid on time. Now it’s great, with the five social insurances and one housing fund!”

Listening to her coworkers' excited discussion, Wang Xiulan felt a vague sense of unease. She looked at the machines in the workshop, running at full capacity in three shifts, producing high-end textiles made with extremely fine materials. Even the rejected, substandard products were of superior quality, making her feel the pinch of the costs.

"The company has invested so much," she couldn't help but ask her coworker in a low voice, "Can these things that are produced really be sold? How are the sales channels?"

Xiao Li, a young coworker standing nearby, smiled mysteriously, took out her phone, and skillfully operated it a few times. After a brief flicker, the screen appeared on the interface of an overseas video website. She quickly searched for a few seconds, then turned the phone screen towards Wang Xiulan.

The screen displays a video clip filmed in a high-end home furnishing store. In a prominent position on the shelves, exquisite bedding and towels bearing the iconic "EASY SLOW LIFE" logo are prominently displayed.

To Wang Xiulan's surprise, several shelves had prominent "SOLD OUT" labels, and customers were stopping to inquire.

"See that, Sister Xiulan?" Xiao Li lowered his voice, his tone filled with pride, "It's not that we can't sell them, it's that we simply don't have enough to sell! They've all sold out and gone overseas!"

Wang Xiuli stared blankly at the screen: "We used to... only manufacture for those high-end brands, when did... we send our sales staff overseas?"

"I heard that the big boss is developing this market, and after the equipment in the third workshop is upgraded, all the products will be shipped to Europe."

(End of this chapter)