The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 381 Drinking Soup, Popular Science

When Linglan opened her eyes, Zhao Xiaochui breathed a sigh of relief and slowly stood up.

Once Guoguo was released, she immediately rushed to his side, angrily pointing at the two people and complaining.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded, turned to Yu Xiaoning, and said in a chillingly cold voice:
"What's the origin of those two things?"

“An old academic tyrant who is unworthy of his position,” Yu Xiaoning glared at the old man whose face had changed drastically, “who secretly ran a shell company and somehow managed to get on the list.”

After listening, Zhao Xiaochui raised his hand and gently pressed the invisible earpiece—the communication had been on the whole time, and Uncle Lao on the other end was obviously waiting for him to speak.

"I want those two's household registration certificates." His voice wasn't loud, but every word was icy.

He raised his hand to signal the people walking slowly to stop, and then walked step by step toward the two culprits.

The security guards around him had clearly received clear instructions; none of them drew their weapons, but they just stared at him nervously.

Zhao Xiaochui took two steps forward, and the two security guards couldn't help but try to stop him.

He didn't even flinch; his hands moved with lightning speed—

"Slap!" A palm struck his ribs.

"Pfft!" He used his other hand to support the limp body.

The two security guards collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

"Sigh..." Uncle Lao sighed wearily through the earpiece, "Little Hammer, let it go this time. I guarantee that everyone who violated the rules will be punished."

"Crack! Crack!"

Zhao Xiaochui swiftly and decisively took down four more security guards.

"I need the household registration booklet now." He continued walking without stopping. "We'll settle the accounts for the others after these two households are closed."

With each step he took, he knocked down two people, and the remaining security guards finally couldn't hold back any longer and swarmed him. This time, they didn't fight; instead, they grabbed his legs, waists, and necks, clinging to him. In the blink of an eye, Zhao Xiaochui was dragging seven or eight people piled on top of him, slowly and haltingly moving forward.

"Give me! My! Household! Registration! Booklet!"

Zhao Xiaochui roared and suddenly exerted his strength, knocking away the security guards hanging on him. A black shadow flashed, and the young Assistant Chen was swung up and slammed against the wall with a "bang".

Before the other person could slide down, Zhao Xiaochui had already grabbed him by the neck and pinned him to the wall.

He slowly raised his fist, about to smash it into Assistant Chen's pale face.

"Little hammer."

A gentle voice came from the doorway.

The fist stopped abruptly in mid-air.

Zhao Xiaochui turned his head and saw the chubby receptionist standing at the door, holding a thermos in her hand, with a 'time to eat' expression on her face.

The plump receptionist walked over unhurriedly, gently pressing down his raised arm, like soothing a ruffled puppy.
"You probably haven't had my soup before. No matter how big the problem is, you should have a hot drink first."

She glanced at Assistant Chen, whose pants were covered in excrement and urine, and then looked at the security guards scattered on the floor, and sighed.

"Little hammer, forget it."

Zhao Xiaochui stared blankly at the plump receptionist. He really missed her after not seeing her for more than a month.

“Fatty…” He released Assistant Chen, letting him slump to the ground, and murmured with a bitter smile, “You know me, this…”

"This is going on and on..."

"Can't they just let me have some peace and quiet for a moment...?"

"Can I just give up all this money and all these companies...?"

"I just want to bring my friends to get massages and earn a little money, to live a peaceful life. If this place can't accommodate us, then let us go..."

"I promise, those effects won't happen again, okay?"

"Sister Pang, please beg them for me..."

Yu Xiaoning: "..."

lead:"……"

Uncle Lao: "..."

Everyone who was watching this fell silent.

Only the plump receptionist, Chen Guifen, maintained her smile as she slowly extended her hand:

"Are you going?"

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui didn't say anything. He reached out and pulled the old man lying on the side. A surge of heat flowed through him, taking away what didn't belong to him from the old man's body. Then he 'threshed' the old man aside and stubbornly turned his face away.

The chubby receptionist grabbed Zhao Xiaochui's ear and pulled hard.

"Hey hey~"

"I'll leave, I'll leave, I'll leave, okay? Fatty, please be gentle..."

Without saying a word, Chen Guifen reached out and precisely grabbed his ear, applying a little force.

"Ouch! That hurts!" Zhao Xiaochui, who had remained unfazed even when surrounded by a group of security guards, now grimaced and cried out, "I'll leave! I'll leave, okay?! Fatty, be gentle..."

Everyone present was stunned, especially the security guards who were still lying on the ground groaning. Their eyes almost popped out of their sockets—their change of expression was too fast!
Chen Guifen grabbed Zhao Xiaochui by the ear like a chick and slowly dragged him out the door amidst the stunned gazes of the crowd. Zhao Xiaochui, who had just been menacing and threatening to cancel his household registration, was now hunched over, head tilted, groaning and obediently following along, not daring to utter a single word.

The scene was so impactful that for several minutes afterward, no one dared to move.

Ten minutes later, the phones of well-informed people at the scene began to vibrate.

First, a training school quickly issued an announcement, which was concise and to the point: Professor So-and-so was dismissed from all his positions. The wording was harsh, and the speed at which the school drew a clear line between itself and the professor was astonishing.

At almost the same time, Chen's assistant's company was shut down.

This is not over yet.

The two companies under the old man's name and the Chen family's name that have been dealt with will be packaged as compensation and transferred to the Easy Slow Travel group.

The meaning is clear: We've dealt with the person; we've cleaned up the mess for you; and this last bit of spoils is a token of our agreement. Let's move on from this matter.

……

"How can we possibly turn the page!"

In the conference room, Yu Xiaoning chuckled after hearing the news, reflecting on the in-depth exploration.

As long as there are people, there will never be a shortage of idiots. When that happens, do you really expect Chen Guifen to step in and appease them?

After witnessing Zhao Xiaochui's skills, Yu Xiaoning finally understood what he had been doing during the time he disappeared. With such skills, what else could he have been doing?

She only hoped that there would be fewer clueless idiots in the future, and that she would have to keep a closer eye on them, making sure that those kinds of people never got close to the young masseur again.

Yu Xiaoning composed herself, cleared her mind of distractions, and turned her gaze to Old Xu, who was speaking in the conference room.

...

The atmosphere in the meeting room returned to its usual peaceful state.

The elderly people who had turned back were all sitting comfortably, while various experts took turns explaining things using professional terminology. Now, they were chatting casually about the benefits of "relaxed and slow travel."

"Actually, the so-called internal exercises of traditional Chinese medicine are essentially the same as the health-preserving qigong certified by the National Health Commission," Old Xu explained to the elderly in the most down-to-earth way.

"What is the purpose of health-preserving qigong? It's to get those people who sit in the office all day and don't move around, at least to get them moving. Once you start moving, your qi and blood flow smoothly, and you'll naturally see the effects. But why do you feel like it's no longer useful after practicing for a while? Because your body adapts, and that little bit of exercise isn't stimulating enough anymore. But you have to admit, as long as you move around, doesn't your sub-health condition really improve?"

Such simple, straightforward language made the elderly people present nod in agreement.

“But ‘practicing’ is one thing, ‘learning’ is another…” Old Xu pondered for a moment, then continued with his analogy:
"Let me give you an example. Two people, with similar physical and mental states, one has mastered health-preserving qigong, while the other hasn't. The difference between them is like—"

"The two were taking a walk when their path was blocked by a bunch of haphazardly parked shared bicycles."

"One person was furious, cursed and kicked the car, then angrily stepped down the steps and took a detour."

"The other person calmly walked over and arranged the cars one by one, thinking to himself, 'Hey, this is a good opportunity to stretch my muscles.'"

At this point, Old Xu looked at the thoughtful crowd and softly revealed the answer:
“The first person’s blood pressure spikes as soon as he gets angry. If he slips while kicking the car or misses a step on the stairs, he could break a bone… If he acts like this all the time, he’ll only face more and more risks in the future.”

"And what about the last person?"

"So when people say that practicing qigong leads to longevity, we don't need to think about any mystical aspects. The reason they live long is simply because they have a good mindset and don't do risky things. Do what you are capable of, what your physical condition is, and what your mood is. It's a very simple principle."

Looking at the crowd nodding in agreement, Old Xu gently shook his head:
"Sounds simple, right? But putting those eight words, 'maintain your mood and control your desires,' into practice is harder than climbing to heaven."

He looked around, his tone turning serious:

"If the stock market drops today, are you angry? If your grandson fails his exam, are you worried? If your old colleague moves to a bigger house, are you envious? Tonight, can you resist that drink and that plate of braised pork?"

"These daily routines of emotions, desires, eating, drinking, and bodily functions are the true path to spiritual practice. The real skill lies in being able to maintain composure and self-control in the face of these things."

He paused, then concluded:
"If you can do this, you've actually 'learned' health-preserving qigong, and you've reached the threshold of traditional Chinese medicine internal energy cultivation. In 'easy and slow walking,' that's the level of an advanced technician."

Seeing the surprised expressions on everyone's faces, Old Xu smiled and made a surprising statement:

"As for the top-level technicians in their shop? That's only after they've 'learned' the skills, or, in the kid's words, 'entry-level'."

The meeting room fell silent; everyone was captivated by Mr. Xu's explanation.

"In a relaxed and slow pace, 'learning' means that when practicing health-preserving qigong, one is no longer limited by micro-movements, but achieves resonance through the coordination of breathing, nerves, and the frequency of blood and qi circulation..."

Old Xu paused here, then spread his hands: "I'm speaking from a layman's point of view. The scientific basis has already been explained by the experts. For senior technicians who practice relaxed and slow massage, the training effect of 'learning' can make their massage more penetrating, playing a decisive role in myofascial adhesions and various loosening. With this penetrating power, essential oils with various effects can also break through the stratum corneum barrier and play their role, no longer just high-priced gimmicks."

“When technicians reach this stage, they can easily make a lot of money. If they can also calm down and continue to improve—not only can they practice themselves, but they can also practice with customers, so that customers can also enjoy this kind of super-powerful benefit, that is ‘entry-level’.”

"This is what makes a master technician who moves with ease and slowness."

Having finished his introduction, Old Xu's task was considered complete. However, he remained silent for a moment, then looked at everyone in the conference room with utmost solemnity:
"The true internal massage techniques of traditional Chinese medicine have been lost because this thing is completely harmful to oneself and beneficial to others."

"I believe everyone has seen what that girl named Lily of the Valley looks like."

"The so-called 'vitality enhancement' can be seen from the data from the detectors she wears. The curves showing the changes in key indicators such as heart rate, blood pressure, blood oxygen saturation, and cortisol levels demonstrate that the positive impact on the body from just three minutes of traditional Chinese medicine internal massage is no less than that of an ordinary person suddenly running a full marathon!"

"It was Zhao Xiaochui who took a different approach and opened up the track of 'training' patients, which allowed ancient metaphysics to reappear in the present day. Although the effect was not maximized, it still allowed us modern people to enjoy this benefit."

"If someone had wicked intentions towards those girls and kidnapped them..."

"That could really kill people."

"It's not the girls who die."

"It's the person who has designs on others who dies."

"That's why that child is determined to fight to the death today!"

(End of this chapter)