The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 388 Another International Guest

Today is truly an unlucky day; everything I feared has come to pass.

The current predicament of the manufacturing industry means that most factories are struggling to maintain profitability, and in order to reduce costs, they have to repeatedly cut employee benefits. Zhao Xiaochui's move has essentially torn away the fig leaf of all his peers, putting them under immense public pressure and the risk of losing employees.

Chen Guifen picked up her phone, sent a text message to Uncle Lao, and then quickly dialed Zhao Xiaochui's number...

……

In the afternoon, I strolled leisurely through the massage parlor.

The lobby was empty, with only soothing music playing. In the waiting area, Pan Xiaoli was quietly refilling hot tea for three customers. On the coffee table were dishes carefully prepared by Chef Gu, and several empty lunchboxes indicated that the food was quite delicious.

While tidying up, Pan Xiaoli apologized to the patiently waiting customers: "I'm so sorry to have kept you all waiting."

These three customers were the winners of today's bidding, each paying a service fee of no less than 120,000. Far from being angry, they waved their hands amicably.

One of the refined-looking middle-aged men gently reassured her, "It's alright, Ms. Pan, we understand. Teacher Zhao must have something important to attend to."

Another woman jokingly added, "If Teacher Zhao can leave us behind to deal with something, it must be something important. We can wait."

Upon hearing this, Pan Xiaoli paused slightly, a hint of surprise in her eyes. She knew these guests were all wealthy and influential, but this was the first time she'd heard them address her as "Teacher Zhao." Normally, they either called her "Boss Zhao" or simply "Little Hammer."

"What important business is the boss up to this time?" she wondered to herself, but maintained a polite smile and replied softly, "You're too kind. I thank you all for your understanding on behalf of the boss."

Amidst the seemingly harmonious scene, the three had already seen the trending topic and, given their status and access to information, vaguely guessed why Zhao Xiaochui had left in such a hurry. They exchanged knowing glances and quietly continued to wait.

Until the glass door slid open silently, Zhao Xiaochui's figure appeared at the door.

With a hint of fatigue and apology on his face, he strode in and sincerely said to the three waiting customers, "I'm so sorry everyone, something urgent came up and I've kept you waiting."

Far from being dissatisfied, the three guests all expressed their understanding. After a brief exchange of pleasantries, Zhao Xiaochui led them towards the studio.

His studio has a unique layout: in addition to a massage bed in the open area, there are four separate small rooms separated by curtains, which can serve multiple people at the same time.

Watching Zhao Xiaochui skillfully lead the three guests into their respective private rooms, and with the guests considerately telling Pan Xiaoli not to worry about it anymore, Pan Xiaoli finally breathed a sigh of relief. She glanced at her watch, her heart skipping a beat—the first guest of the afternoon to arrive through the international reservation channel was about to arrive!

She quickly turned and ran towards the main entrance. The backend data showed that the winning bid for this international passage had soared to 13—and that's US dollars!
……

Take your time and stroll leisurely at the main entrance.

As the Phaeton pickup truck pulled up to the side of the road, Pan Xiaoli took a deep breath, put on a professional smile, and went to greet it.

The car door opened, and an elderly man with a full head of silver hair stepped out.

Elias Wolff, 65, is the head of a low-profile private equity firm whose main investments are in neural interfaces, biosynthesis, life sciences, and anti-aging.

A billionaire who rarely appears in public but possesses immense wealth and influence. This is the first time in his life that he has set foot in China.

According to official statistics from Beijing, Elias Wolff is the 19th billionaire to set foot in China for the first time since Zhao Xiaochui returned from abroad. As of this morning, the number of top European and American billionaires who have made a special trip to China because of him has reached 27.

The old man came alone, with only a silent and capable assistant following behind him. His gaze quickly swept over the surroundings, frowning at the rumbling construction site not far away, before finally settling on Pan Xiaoli, where he nodded slightly. "Mr. Wolf, welcome. The boss is already waiting for you," Pan Xiaoli said in fluent English, stepping aside to lead the way.

Elias didn't say much, but simply followed her with steady steps toward the heavy glass door.

When I entered the studio, the time was exactly 12:59.

Elias looked around the room and saw that three of the four partitioned rooms had their curtains drawn.

Faint, even snores could be heard coming from inside, rising and falling in waves. This gave the billionaire, who was used to grand occasions, a sense of absurdity.

If he hadn't known the young man's background beforehand, he would have thought he'd stumbled into a cheap massage parlor in some red-light district in America...

But no matter what he was thinking, Elias Wolff knew he had to finish the show today.

For no other reason than that this young man named Zhao Xiaochui has recently become the most bizarre and popular topic in his social circle.

Anyone who hasn't experienced it and is completely unaware of its amazing effects is practically being invisibly excluded from the community.

When billionaire Elias Wolf walked into the studio, Zhao Xiaochui did not immediately get up to greet him.

He was busy replying to Chen Guifen's text message while sending a voice message to Zhou Yaqin: "The confidentiality clause in the contract must be strictly enforced in Jinghai! Employees who leak salary information should be punished according to regulations as a warning to others."

Zhao Xiaochui only breathed a sigh of relief and looked up after Zhou Yaqin confirmed and Chen Guifen informed him that Uncle Lao would handle the trending topic.

Elias Wolff.

Elias, derived from Hebrew, means "My God is Jehovah," and was one of the most frequently used words in Jewish names during the 19th and 20th centuries.

So it goes without saying who this old man is.

Zhao Xiaochui curled the corners of his mouth, not even showing his teeth, and casually raised his chin: "You're here? Lie down there."

Elias Wolff, being such a man, saw through Zhao Xiaochui's impatience at a glance.

But he showed no anger. The shrewd and experienced billionaire nodded slightly, walked to the massage bed as instructed, and calmly took off his coat and hung it up.

He didn't ask a single unnecessary question, nor did he act like a superior at all, as if everything was perfectly natural.

Zhao Xiaochui was even more direct, skipping even the basic pleasantries. After a simple physical examination, he pointed to the massage bed and said, "Your body is in a very complicated state. We'll do one session first, and we'll discuss the follow-up treatments, or whether you want to continue, after we've finished."

Elias lay down calmly as instructed and closed his eyes.

In the quiet studio, one person was too lazy to feign enthusiasm, and the other didn't need flattery; they went straight in...

The core issue that even advanced modern medicine cannot solve:
Complex regional pain syndrome.

(End of this chapter)