The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 375 Rejected for the Third Time
Upon hearing this, Wu Kai and Chen Fan were both taken aback for a moment, then laughed somewhat awkwardly. They had been so engrossed in their own familiar circle that they had forgotten about the masseuse beside them.

Zhao Xiaochui, who was suddenly called out, looked up in confusion, his eyes shifting aimlessly between Guo Ruixue and the two boys.

"What... spunlace nonwoven fabric?" He frowned. "What does that have to do with me?"

His completely clueless reaction, showing that he didn't even understand the specific sub-sectors of his own industry, made everyone laugh involuntarily.

It wasn't a sarcastic laugh, but I just felt that this first-generation entrepreneur was really interesting. In terms of knowledge and ability, he was clearly inferior to others, but in his professional field, he stood at the top.

Such people don't need to worry about those tedious things; someone else will take care of everything for them.

He doesn't need to know everything; he just needs to do the most important things well.

Wu Kai put down the script and explained with a smile, "Spunlace nonwoven fabric, simply put, is a technology that uses high-pressure water jets to entangle fibers into a cloth. The resulting fabric is exceptionally soft, highly absorbent, and lint-free. This is the mainstream material for disposable face towels nowadays."

"In the past two years, industry pioneer PurCotton has been investing heavily in cultivating the market, focusing on cleanliness, hygiene, convenience, and multi-functionality. It has also led social media discussions on the drawbacks of traditional towels: they are prone to harboring bacteria and mites; repeated rubbing may damage the skin's stratum corneum; and the rough material is not friendly to sensitive skin."

However, the trajectory of development in this life has deviated.

His previous "reckless actions" across the ocean triggered a series of ripple effects, leading to the cancellation of a certain sports event in Wuhan as scheduled. This also prevented the widespread adoption of keywords such as "public health," "sterile environment," and "disposable products."

After listening, Zhao Xiaochui looked at Guo Ruixue with some doubt and shook his head: "You may be mistaken. Traditional towels have two different technical routes from the raw materials."

Upon hearing this, Guo Ruixue was not disappointed at all. Instead, she put away her joking expression and became serious.

“Every time I see you, I can find a few gray hairs on your head.”

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

Guo Ruixue: "I know you're under pressure and worried about something. This could affect your business, so..."

She thought for a moment, then stopped trying to persuade her and said unreasonably, "You have to do it. Only when you do it can I feel at ease using it."

Zhao Xiaochui was speechless for a moment after being choked by Guo Ruixue's "unreasonable" logic, and smiled helplessly.

What's the difference between this and those female netizens in my past life urging Lei Jun to make sanitary napkins?

"Alright," he rubbed his temples, "I'll go back and mention it to Aunt Zhou. As for whether to do it or not, and how to do it, it depends on what she says. You know, I don't really understand..."

Guo Ruixue was satisfied with this statement. She didn't need Zhao Xiaochui to understand it; as long as he brought it up, all the employees at Easy Slow Travel would take it seriously.

She then smiled and stopped pursuing the topic.

After the murder mystery game ended, Zhao Xiaochui naturally joined their WeChat group, thus stepping into this young social circle.

Night had fallen, and Zhao Xiaochui rode his Triumph Rocket 3 with Guo Ruixue clinging tightly to his waist on the back.

After entering Fatou, Guo Ruixue did not return to the campus, but naturally followed Zhao Xiaochui back to the OCT open-plan apartment.

Chat naturally, wash up naturally, and fall asleep in each other's arms naturally...

Early the next morning.

"You did that on purpose last night, didn't you?"

Zhao Xiaochui looked at the school beauty who kept snuggling into his arms and asked with a smile.

He didn't feel any guilt about being a "scumbag." None of the women around him, with whom he had close but ambiguous relationships, were willing to commit to a formal romantic relationship. Since they were all so "carefree," Zhao Xiaochui didn't care; he wouldn't lose out no matter what. Whatever these women did, he wouldn't lose out, so it didn't matter.

"Mmm~" The school beauty in his arms admitted a little shyly, her voice muffled in his chest, "Among the girls you know, I seem to be the most useless... I can't help you with anything. So... I went to consult my dad."

"Wait—" Zhao Xiaochui was suddenly stunned, grabbed her shoulders and pushed her away a little, his face full of disbelief, "You consulted your dad?! We're...you consulted your dad about something like this?!"

"What's wrong?" Guo Ruixue rolled her eyes at him, her tone matter-of-fact. "My parents didn't object to me dating you. Judging from their attitude, they seem quite supportive. The suggestion of these disposable face towels was actually given to me by my dad!"

"Has your dad ever considered," Zhao Xiaochui asked with a smile, "that the high-end linen products that Qingsong Manxing sells to Europe and America are actually disposable products for the customers who buy them?"

Guo Ruixue: "..."

"Although its price is high, it is not ridiculously high. For those people, it may just be a very cost-effective product."

Zhou Ruixue asked in bewilderment: "But there are many brands in the same price range, so why don't people buy traditional high-end brands and instead choose this emerging brand, Easy Slow Travel?"

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head: "I did ask Aunt Zhou about this. She meant that now it's a fan economy. Ordinary people look at what celebrities use, and what celebrities use is actually what they're looking at—the richest people."

"..." Guo Ruixue was a little confused. "You mean, products that allow for easy and slow travel are being used by the richest people?"

“Yeah~” Zhao Xiaochui replied with pride.

"What?"

"Because they're all my customers~" Zhao Xiaochui chuckled, "The massages are so effective that they've almost become superstitious. They feel that every relief is indispensable, and they even insist on using the original towels, essential oils, and teas during the massages..."

Guo Ruixue: "..."

As Zhao Xiaochui spoke, looking at the school beauty in his arms, he suddenly felt a surge of joy, hugged her tighter, and asked expectantly, "How about we become a couple?"

"..."

Guo Ruixue did not answer immediately, but silently lowered her head.

Seeing her hesitation, Zhao Xiaochui grew anxious and pressed her for an answer, "What's wrong? Just give me a straight answer, okay?"

She took a deep breath, finally looked up at him with a complicated expression. Then she unlocked her phone and handed it to him; the screen was displaying Weibo's trending topics.

“I was scrolling through this before you woke up.” Her voice was very soft. “The hottest trending topic today isn’t any celebrity gossip, it’s a social media post that Evangeline Foster just updated.”

The screen displays a candid photo: the fashion queen has just finished exercising and showering, wrapped in a bathrobe, her slightly damp hair casually draped over her shoulders, and she is drying her hair with a dark gray towel.

The background of the photo is a bathroom, with a strong design and a high level of luxury, but all eyes are drawn to the prominent "Easy Slow Life" brand logo on the towel in her hand.

The caption was a simple sentence: "After workout ritual. True comfort."

"This post almost stunned the Chinese fashion industry."

"Little Hammer, I haven't decided yet whether I want to live in the future, in an environment magnified by the spotlight."

"I'm just an ordinary little girl..."

(End of this chapter)