The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 370 The Industrial Park is About to Launch
The old lady lay silently on the massage bed, her astonishment beyond words.

The Cleveland experts, armed with reports and equipment, spent ages trying to pinpoint the trigger points in those three locations, asking all sorts of questions. But this young massage therapist didn't even bother asking; he found them instantly.

When was the last time she encountered such a talented young person?
Oh right, it was a year ago.

When the promising young designer nervously presented his portfolio to her, she merely flipped through it a few times, her face cold throughout. Then, she threw it on the ground, uttering only a chilling remark:
"Come waste my time when you truly understand what design is, instead of just sewing."

Later, I heard that the young man couldn't take the blow and disappeared without a trace.

Thinking of this, a surge of anger rose within the old woman:

Why is he so fragile? Doesn't he know how precious my time is, and that it's his good fortune that he's willing to give me guidance? Can't he be a little stronger and understand my good intentions?
The old lady felt that young people nowadays have such poor mental resilience that they can't withstand even the slightest "motivation."

suddenly!

"Ugh—!"

A tearing pain suddenly came from the back of her neck, so intense that she couldn't control herself and cried out, her voice distorted.

"Ms. Foster, how can you be so fragile? You can't even handle this little bit of pain?"

Zhao Xiaochui's hands began with the old woman's most stubborn joints:
Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

Thumb pad flicking method.

Deeply press the cord-like tendon knots;

Thumb pad pressing method.

Fengchi, Jianjing, Tianzong...

Hearing the old woman's screams, Zhao Xiaochui muttered in dissatisfaction:

"To ease your pain, I specially added menthol and peppermint to the blended essential oil. Some customers are in even more pain than you, and they don't use this essential oil; they just grit their teeth and bear it. But you, you let out a scream..."

Zhao Xiaochui was willing to reduce her rest time for customers, but no matter how much she reduced it, it would only be ten minutes. The new customers would spend the same amount of money, and their status might not be lower than that of the old lady.

If I keep yelling like that, my breathing will become completely disordered, and how will I get her breathing back to my own rhythm?

"Well!"

Provoked by these words, the old lady swallowed back the second cry of pain that was about to escape her lips. Her teeth clenched tightly, and a fine layer of cold sweat instantly appeared on her forehead. Her knuckles turned white as she gripped the bed sheet.

She had never suffered such injustice in her life!

……

The service was ultimately eight minutes late.

When Zhao Xiaochui finally stopped, his back was soaked with sweat, and he collapsed onto the floor, exhausted.

Pan Xiaoli jogged over with a clean uniform in her hand, squatted down, and used a small handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his face.

On the other side, Ms. Evangeline Foster slowly sat up from the massage bed, looked at Zhao Xiaochui, and then at the plain-colored small handkerchief in the young lady's hand.

She didn't speak, and her movements were somewhat slow, as if she was adjusting to the changes in her body. She slowly turned her neck.

No pain.

It lacked the usual stiffness and heaviness.

It felt very relaxed and warm. Her neck, which had been treated with essential oil, didn't feel greasy. She didn't know whether the oil was absorbed or if she had wiped it with a small towel.

She silently tidied her slightly disheveled hair and collar, then glanced at Zhao Xiaochui, who was sitting on the ground panting, her gaze lingering on his sweat-soaked back.

In the end, she didn't say a word more, but left the studio under Pan Xiaoli's gentle guidance.

Upon arriving at the massage parlor, Zhou Yaqin, who was waiting there, greeted him.

“Ms. Foster, I hope you had a comfortable experience.” Zhou Yaqin nodded slightly. She knew what was happening in the studio through her earpiece. She was only there to show respect for the other party’s identity and achievements, and had no intention of currying favor or making business requests.

This attitude allowed Ms. Foster, who had suffered a setback in front of Zhao Xiaochui, to regain her footing and rhythm. She slightly raised her chin, and the aura of a fashion queen returned to her.

"Ms. Zhou~" she replied simply, as if to say hello.

Without exchanging any pleasantries, Zhou Yaqin stepped aside to indicate the direction and accompanied her towards the door.

"Regarding your subsequent treatment, Technician Zhao has already given specific instructions. We will reserve a fixed time slot for you, so you don't need to participate in the appointment bidding again. You can just come directly next time."

"I understand," Foster said calmly, but she slowed her pace, glanced at Zhou Yaqin, a hint of hesitation flashing in her eyes, before softly asking, "Does your... towel... help with the absorption of essential oils?"

Zhou Yaqin shook her head, suppressing a laugh: "If you believe in this effect, then it does have some effect."

These religious foreigners often do incomprehensible things when they encounter things they can't understand. Zhou Yaqin knew that when Zhao Xiaochui returned from America this time, many of his self-proclaimed 'followers' had come with him.

The outrageous bidding for international booking channels is partly due to these people.

...On the first day of the opening of New Relaxing Slow Travel, the first international customer in the evening session was Evangeline Foster.

The service fee for a single auction is $12.

Essential oil blending service, $5.

The ten bottles of essential oil cost $50 and will be used up in three treatment sessions.

The total service time is 14 minutes.

Her departure gift consisted of a small handkerchief and the remaining small bottle of essential oil after this use.

Standing in front of the van, Ms. Foster once again looked at the 'ugly' glass curtain wall.

She turned slightly to the side and said to Zhou Yaqin beside her in a pointing tone, "The core of the European fashion system is 'refinement,' 'perfection,' and 'elegance,' and its design language emphasizes 'symmetry' and 'rules.'"

"I was able to lead America to surpass Europe and break its monopoly because of 'aesthetic discourse power.' Today, Black culture, with its powerful street influence, is challenging the outdated framework of traditional luxury goods."

She paused, looked intently at Zhou Yaqin, and said something meaningful:
"If China wants to truly create a luxury brand with global influence, simply manufacturing and imitation is far from enough. You must find your own 'cultural carrier' that can be understood by the world to break through this impasse. This is the only path."

Zhou Yaqin didn't show much emotion on her face, she just smiled and said:

"Thank you for your valuable suggestion, Ms. Foster. China's 5,000-year-old cultural heritage is indeed worth exploring and presenting in depth."

She was skeptical. Behind the cultural export that the other party advocated was an ideology and value system completely different from that of China. Was it really about using Chinese culture to break into new circles?

The Anssa people were the first to stand up and disagree.

Ms. Foster keenly noticed Zhou Yaqin's indifference and, unusually, felt a surge of curiosity, raising an eyebrow to ask:

"Does your store have some good plans?"

Zhou Yaqin met her gaze, her smile unchanged, and said softly:

"healthy."

……

After seeing Ms. Foster off, Zhou Yaqin returned to the office area.

On the huge screen in the conference room, a panoramic aerial view of the Jinghai Slow Weaving Lifestyle Industrial Park is being displayed.

As the last truck loaded with construction waste drove away from the park gate, a message appeared on the screen:
The overall decoration and equipment installation project in the park has been completed and passed inspection.

The project, which took nearly two months and involved a huge investment of funds and resources, to integrate and upgrade the entire industry chain, has been completed.

Zhou Yaqin turned around to face her employees who were looking at her:
"let's start."

As soon as the words were spoken, a moment later, in the offices of countless headhunting companies in Jinghai, Beijing, Shanghai, and other cities, the sounds of telephones ringing, keyboards clattering, and hurried conversations suddenly intensified.

Lists of talent needs were quickly distributed.

This behemoth is about to start operating at full speed.

When its production capacity begins to be released, it will create more than 5000 technical jobs and indirectly drive the employment of tens of thousands of people in the upstream and downstream industrial chains.

Its planned annual output value will easily exceed 10 billion RMB, with its target being the global high-end functional textile market...

……

Thirty-five-year-old Chen Fang was sitting on the toilet in her rented room, her brows slightly furrowed.

She's on her period, and she plans to spend the next couple of days doing this whenever she has free time, saving herself as many sanitary napkins as possible.

She subconsciously touched the old chain around her neck, wondering to take out the thicker one her ex-boyfriend had given her and try it out.

The air conditioning unit of the restaurant downstairs hummed all day long, and she had been keeping an eye on the dripping condensate. She planned to take a broken basin and collect a few basins of condensate to use for flushing the toilet, which would at least save her a few cents on the water bill each day.

"Although I still have a lot of savings, I can't just sit around and do nothing..." she muttered to herself, a wave of frustration washing over her. "Damn it, I'm a proper senior technical professional, why is it so hard to find a job that matches my skills?!"

suddenly!

Her phone screen suddenly lit up with a text message from a number with an official verification mark.

Dear Ms. Chen Fang:
Hello! Based on your outstanding experience in textile materials technology and production management, the Slow Weaving Life Industrial Park has now completed a comprehensive upgrade and transformation, and urgently needs your participation.

We cordially invite you to come to the park tomorrow morning at 10:00 AM for an interview for the position of Technical Director.

New Relax Slow Travel Human Resources Center

Chen Fang stared blankly at the text message, then abruptly turned around, and without a second thought, pulled out a sanitary napkin and put it on...

(End of this chapter)