The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 391 The First Impact
Wolf glanced at the painkillers his assistant had brought just in case and said softly, "Throw them away."

He pointed to the easily accessible gate behind him: "Go and pick up Miss Pan."

The assistant looked inside and saw Pan Xiaoli carrying a large box filled with those special small porcelain bottles of essential oil.

These essential oils, each priced at $48,888, will be used by Wolfe three times a day during the consolidation period, according to Zhao Xiaochui's plan.

Compared to prescription drugs with obvious side effects, these pure natural essential oils, under the influence of the special "resonance" aftereffects left by Zhao Xiaochui's technique, can still be efficiently absorbed by his body without any side effects.

In addition, starting tomorrow, Wolf will also need to attend a high-end wellness class. Each class is 20 minutes long, costs $18,888, and is scheduled to run every two days for a total of six classes.

Including the final bid of $14 from the pre-bid auction, Zhao Xiaochui pulled nearly $7 million from the billionaire's pocket in just fifteen minutes.

The foreign old man was quite calm. As long as he could have a pain-free body and devote himself fully to his work, he could probably earn more money in a day than that.

After giving his instructions, Wolf got into his car with a relaxed expression and drove away without looking back.

Unbeknownst to him, in a hidden corner not far away, a telephoto lens had already silently recorded the entire process of his transformation from a slight limp when he entered to a steady gait when he left.

This influential billionaire's every move attracts countless eyes. Not only are his top-tier friends in the wealthy circle closely monitoring his health, but across the ocean, several top medical institutions that had previously treated him but were unable to find a cure are also focusing on his case.

After this set of contrasting photos circulated in a limited circle:
"My God! Elias's leg...? That Chinese masseur..."

American medical experts fell into a collective silence and shock.

When the Beijing authorities learned that the old man was willing to pay any price to contact clinical psychology experts at Peking University, they had anticipated and prepared for it. They were not surprised at all by the extent that Zhao Xiaochui could achieve.

Elias Wolf's discarded pack of medicine caused Collins Biopharmaceuticals' stock price to plummet after the US stock market opened that evening.

However, none of this has anything to do with Zhao Xiaochui.

Because of that old man Wolf, Zhao Xiaochui's previous heat was completely depleted. From the afternoon until the end of the business day, he changed into four different uniforms.

The reason why Zhao Xiaochui paid so much attention to this foreign old man was that the foreigner's pulse was like a living gold mine to him, with immense value for learning and research!

He may never prescribe a single Chinese medicine formula in his life, but he is absolutely convinced of the theories of traditional Chinese medicine, especially the theory of meridians.

Although you can't find the so-called "meridian tubes" on the dissection table with a scalpel, modern technology, using methods such as isotope tracing, low resistance measurement, infrared thermal imaging, and even listening to sounds, has proven that meridians, as a set of functional pathways, do exist!
In particular, the phenomenon that when you prick an acupoint, the soreness, numbness, and distension sensation can "run" along a fixed route is always effective.

Zhao Xiaochui could only exclaim: "Our ancestors were awesome!"
The presence of the heat within his body further validated this theory.

Therefore, he wholeheartedly regards the theory of meridians in traditional Chinese medicine as the foundation of his profession.

As for modern Chinese medicine? Zhao Xiaochui curled his lip.

He felt that unless someone could completely and thoroughly compare the current planting environment, harvesting season, and processing techniques of Chinese medicinal herbs with the ancient methods, and figure out where the differences lay, he would cautiously dabble in this field. Right now? Forget about it!

Zhao Xiaochui didn't lack confidence in traditional Chinese medicine; rather, he lacked confidence in those profit-driven, inhuman beasts.

It's quiet at night.

Zhao Xiaochui sprawled out on the beanbag chair in the lounge area, panting heavily from exhaustion. He was quite pleased with the peace and quiet of the second half of the day, guessing that someone had given him advance notice to prevent any further trouble.

Looking back, what he found most satisfying today wasn't how much money he made, but rather the insightful observations of those foreign customers—each one more cunning and unpredictable than the last, each a real-life case study unlike anything found in textbooks, which greatly inspired him!
Of course, he also made a lot of money. These ten foreigners together contributed nearly ten million US dollars in revenue to him.

As a pilot project and a key target of the Golden Tax Phase IV project, this outrageous income instantly caused an uproar in Beijing's tax system.

If other companies were to allow such an outrageous incident to occur, the consequences would be: a red alert from the State Administration of Foreign Exchange, close scrutiny from the People's Bank of China, and intervention from a certain company.

However, in the case of the relaxed and slow-moving situation, because a certain company intervened in advance and the tax system was also prepared, as soon as the red alert was issued, the Beijing authorities notified the situation and the red alert was turned off.

This isn't some large-scale commodity export business; this is a fucking massage parlor! A day's worth of foreign exchange earnings from the service industry!
Damn it...

Those few insiders who knew the truth felt a tightness in their chests upon hearing the news. After the initial shock, they silently began to scheme and plot.

At the heart of all this turmoil, however, there was still nothing to do with Zhao Xiaochui himself. He was enjoying a rare moment of peace after a long day of intense work.

Relax and have fun!
This feeling can only be obtained after fulfilling work done with a passion for it.

The lingering fragrance of essential oils in the air, combined with the soreness in his muscles, made Zhao Xiaochui feel incredibly refreshed, causing him to groan.

This tranquility did not last long. Under the dim wall lamp, a figure sat opposite Zhao Xiaochui.

Li Muqingfeng, Operations Director of Relaxing and Slow Aromatherapy.

He looked somewhat nervous because he didn't know why the others refused to step forward and communicate with Zhao Xiaochui at this time. Everyone had different reasons, but he was the only one who had to step forward.

Because the essential oils were out of stock...

"Boss, excuse me," Li Muqingfeng said cautiously, "There's something I need to tell you."

"Hmm." Zhao Xiaochui didn't open his eyes.

"The essential oils brought in from Yunnan have already sold out?"

"What?!?!" Zhao Xiaochui sat up, his eyes wide. "We've only been open for two days, and there's still a limited-purchase policy. Are they all sold out or stolen?"

A hint of embarrassment flashed across Li Muqingfeng's face as he explained, "That's the problem. According to the backend data and frontend feedback, those foreign customers... didn't comply with the purchase limit policy at all."

"Hmm?" Zhao Xiaochui's tone lowered.

Li Muqing quickly added, "It was a major oversight on the part of our international customer coordination specialist. The electronic appointment information sent to foreign clients omitted specific clauses regarding purchase limits on essential oil products. Therefore, they all requested to purchase large quantities upon leaving the store, citing 'not being informed in advance.' And..."

He paused, his expression turning somewhat wryly: "Moreover, they all seemed to have tacitly avoided the time when you were present, and each of them completed the purchase with different front desk staff, as if... they were afraid of being rejected by you."

"During this home visit, the elderly people there also had similar situations. After learning about the prices for national customers, they purchased even more essential oils..."

"..." Zhao Xiaochui stared at him blankly, "Did you tell those customers that the essential oils would lose their effect after a week of massage?"

Li Muqingfeng nodded emphatically: "They definitely said it, the customer service staff said it more than once, but those people just wouldn't listen!"

"Let them be then," Zhao Xiaochui rubbed his temples. "Is this all the Yunnan company can produce?"

Li Muqingfeng glanced at the documents Ou Xiaokui had given him before he came and reported, "We still have a lot of lavender and jojoba base oil in stock, but our organic farm's production of other single essential oils is limited and we can't keep up with demand."

"I understand. If there's a shortage, we'll purchase from Jingxi Mall now. We shouldn't contact those third-party suppliers anymore."

After seeing Li Muqing off, Zhao Xiaochui pondered alone for a long time before finally making up his mind—this immense wealth must not be allowed to flow into the pockets of those foreign big brands!

"Mom, we're running out of essential oils. Please help me plant those flowers and plants as soon as possible."

……

Early the next morning. The main conference hall of the Sichuan-Chongqing Provincial Government.

In the area surrounding Zhao Xiaochui's hometown, all the newly appointed first secretaries for poverty alleviation from three counties and eighteen administrative villages gathered together.

The Sichuan-Chongqing female tyrant slowly walked onto the stage, looked at the audience, and solemnly said:

"This time, in addition to the 100,000 yuan special fund allocated by the province to each village, the company Easy Slow Travel will also directly inject 1 million yuan into each cooperative village as a development fund!"

A burst of enthusiastic applause and murmurs erupted from the audience. Excitement and elation shone in the eyes of every first secretary.

These first secretaries are all high-ranking officials from provincial government units.

(End of this chapter)