The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 383 Acceptance
Zhou Yaqin leaned forward slightly, a sarcastic smile playing on her lips:
"With our current level of technology, we can analyze the calories in an egg or a piece of green vegetable in detail. The most basic laws of the human body, such as how many calories a person consumes daily through basal metabolism and how muscle fibers tear and supercompensate during exercise, have long been thoroughly studied by modern medicine and biology."

She paused:

"Why is it that when it comes to the question of 'how long should the geniuses of a technology innovation company work at high intensity every day to maximize their results,' you suddenly can't figure it out?"

Experts: "..."

"Is it that you really can't figure it out? Or... are there some things that are inconvenient to say?" She paused deliberately, her gaze slowly sweeping over the group. "Or perhaps, someone has given you instructions not to tell the truth?"

There are some things Zhou Yaqin can't say here. These experts only become authoritative when they're paving the way for and promoting certain 'smart drugs,' 'energy supplements,' or 'high-pressure management solutions.'

Even with in-depth exploration, they may never reach a conclusion.

If this is how we treat geniuses who have devoted their entire youth to their work, what about those aimless, low-level laborers?

More and more employees of large companies on Zhihu (a Chinese Q&A website) are now waking up to the fact that no matter how much money they're offered or how grand the promises they're made, they're determined not to work so hard anymore. Future prospects and careers are all meaningless; life is what truly matters, and family is the most important thing.

How did they come to this conclusion?

Perhaps it was because I worked overtime until 4 a.m. that I was in a daze when I drove home. My body was exhausted to the limit, but my mind was unusually excited and my heart was pounding so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest. At that moment, the shadow of death was so real that I could see things clearly in an instant.

In the mathematics world, 35 is considered the golden age, but in the business world, 35 has become an age barrier.

Why would they reject highly skilled professionals who have accumulated a solid knowledge base, possess a deeper understanding of issues in the field, and have the ability to systematize and rigorously organize scattered ideas, and instead only want "energetic" young people?

Zhou Yaqin stopped looking at the so-called experts and instead said to Yu Xiaoning:
"Mr. Yu, it's possible to have a relaxed and slow-paced lifestyle to complement those talents and maintain a high-intensity work environment, but I'm afraid your company can't afford the high costs."

Yu Xiaoning chuckled: "President Zhou, have you forgotten? Deep Exploration is also a company under Zhao Xiaochui's name. Just based on the treatment he gives to the employees of Easy Slow Travel, if I dare to exploit them here, he would dare to dissolve the company himself."

She said in a relaxed tone, "President Zhou, please rest assured that we have figured out the best working hours that balance efficiency. Your team can leave as planned, and all related expenses will be settled immediately."

Zhou Yaqin's expression softened: "Thank you for your understanding, General Manager Yu."

She was about to leave when the old lady called her back:
"Mr. Zhou, please don't rush. Let's sit down and talk."

Zhou Yaqin looked at the old lady and thought, "Hmm, she looks familiar. I've seen her on TV before."

Here, she had to hide her street hustler persona and sat down obediently.

“Xiao Zhou, you’ve just arrived, but I believe you’re already aware of the situation. Assistant Chen and that professor’s behavior was indeed an oversight on our part and a failure of our management.”

She leaned forward slightly, her words revealing sincerity:

"As compensation, and also to give an explanation to the injured Ms. Linglan, we've been thinking about how to handle this properly. We just happened to hear that you've been planning a property swap..."

The old lady paused briefly, observing Zhou Yaqin's reaction:

“We are considering giving you the two properties as compensation, and we would like to hear your opinion first—of course, we mainly want to know if technician Xiao Zhao can accept this proposal.”

Her words were subtle, but Zhou Yaqin understood what she meant:
Given their positions, it wouldn't be appropriate for them to directly communicate with a hot-headed young man who might be in a fit of anger. Zhou Yaqin, who was composed and could represent Zhao Xiaochui, became the best bridge for communication.

Whether this "compensation" will appease the young man is what they care about. When "strategic nuclear weapons" go berserk, everyone is in for a headache.

The old lady looked at Zhou Yaqin and added another significant condition:

"The thirty technicians who have been learning from you these past two days can also join Easy Slow Travel if you wish. Most of them have spent their entire lives serving in places like the Great Hall of the People and the State Guesthouse. Their character and background are absolutely top-notch, so you can trust them."

Zhou Yaqin: "..."

The old lady paused for a moment, then casually presented the two property compensation plans:
"These two properties... one is a four-story detached building on Financial Street with clear property rights, which can be directly transferred to you."

“And the other place,” the old lady paused slightly, a hint of meaning in her voice, “this one can only be granted usage rights. But as long as Easy Slow Travel promises to open a branch there and guarantees that the technicians' skill level consistently reaches the advanced technician standard, this shop can operate indefinitely.” Zhou Yaqin, who had shown no interest until now, suddenly had a thought: “The place with the usage rights…where is it located?”

The old lady picked up her teacup and gently blew on it.

"Oh, it's the old location of the former Hongqi Supermarket."

"Puff~"

Zhou Yaqin's body went limp, and she slid under the table...

……

What is Hongqi Supermarket?

OCT's open-plan design.

Zhao Xiaochui was having dinner with the chubby receptionist Chen Guifen, Yangyang, and Liu Li, who had come back with him. The group was sitting around a pot of steaming soup.

While sipping his soup, Zhao Xiaochui looked at his phone and said, "How come I've never heard of this supermarket?"

Chen Guifen paused for a moment while picking up food with her chopsticks, without even lifting her eyelids, and gently stirred the bowl with a soup spoon.

"You've probably heard of the supermarkets in Sichuan and Chongqing, but the original location that the old lady mentioned can only be in one place now."

The dining table fell silent, even Yangyang, who was eating, stopped and looked at Chen Guifen curiously.

"Um……"

She scooped up a spoonful of soup and blew on it.

“We’ve been keeping an eye on that place for eight or nine years. We thought we’d run out of news, but we never expected this…” Chen Guifen looked up at Zhao Xiaochui and said with a complicated expression, “It’s near Z-Guangge. If you want to work and live in peace, I suggest you accept it and open a branch there. That way, similar troubles won’t happen again.”

"Puff~"

Zhao Xiaochui's body went limp, and he slid under the table...

The mischievous child, Yangyang, curiously peeked under the table:
"Uncle, what place is that?"

"Sea~Sea~"

Zhao Xiaochui stammered, unable to speak.

He was just a hothead, but he didn't think there was anything wrong with doing things according to reason.

A sense of awe always existed in his heart.

He thought he would never go back to that place again, but today someone told him to open a branch there.
"Little Hammer, let's just let this go. It was just an accident, nobody wanted it to happen."

With Yangyang and Liu Li's help, Zhao Xiaochui sat back down in his chair, remained silent for a long time, and then slowly nodded.

“I’ll take those thirty people too. I guarantee that at least one of them will be trained as a master technician. I only have one requirement.”

Chen Guifen looked at Zhao Xiaochui, nodded, and said softly, "I guess you're not doing this for yourself. Go ahead and tell me, I'll pass on the message."

"To ensure the safety of all the technicians, if I hadn't intervened today, Suzuran might not have lived past 30."

(End of this chapter)