The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 413 Jinghai's Request, An Imminent Customer
Although the large canteen of Slow Weaving Life has officially opened, Zhao Xiaochui still used some special privileges to keep the small breakfast shop that had been in trial operation.

This small shop not only provides employment for three locals, but also offers a safe and hot breakfast for commuters who rush to work early in the morning. Although it is a bit expensive, business is good.

Of course, between nine and ten in the morning, the shop will display a sign for internal services, exclusively for its own people who want to relax and take their time.

As someone working in the physically demanding service industry, Zhao Xiaochui always encourages his employees to sleep in until they naturally wake up and get plenty of rest before doing anything else.

However, he himself is an anomaly. Even though he had several in-depth conversations with the simple-minded Liu Li last night, he was still able to get up early the next day full of energy.

He usually starts his morning exercise routine with a few regular customers who are willing to get up early for some conditioning treatments. After finishing these tasks, before the massage parlor officially opens, he always strolls over to this breakfast shop for a comfortable breakfast.

Right now, he's sitting in his usual spot, a bowl of steaming hot soy milk has made him feel completely comfortable.

At this time, the phone vibrated.

When I took it out, it was that old woman, Foster.

He stared at the screen, his expression gradually transforming into that of an elderly person on the subway looking at their phone, his brows furrowed, a look of indescribable inner turmoil on his face.

To be honest, it wasn't that he didn't take the fashion icon's warning seriously. It was just that... he had offended far too many people!
From massage therapy encroaching on the high-end medical market, to essential oil formulations potentially affecting the interests of daily chemical giants, and the textile industrial park in Jinghai directly targeting international fabric oligopolies, this doesn't even include the deeper, more subtle explorations underway...

Zhao Xiaochui knew that trouble was inevitable.

The problem is, who will be the first to step forward and be the one to stick their neck out?

"Sigh, why think so much?" Zhao Xiaochui stuffed his phone back into his pocket, rubbed his face, and then buried his head in three juicy meat buns.

After eating and drinking his fill, he leisurely strolled out of the breakfast shop.

Across the street is the Six Fingers Leisure Club. After the online controversy subsided, this establishment was the sole beneficiary of the other party's actions.

The entrance was bustling with people, much more lively than his leisurely stroll; they had opened an hour earlier than them.

The reason this club is so popular is entirely due to the presence of several technicians, including Lao Gu, who were poached from the original establishment.

They ran a bunch of suggestive advertising campaigns, subtly implying to customers: "We have experts recruited from Relaxing & Slow Travel to oversee things here!"

The price of 588 yuan per visit is not cheap, but it is still quite attractive to customers who can't get a reservation for the easy and leisurely tour or simply want to join in the fun and experience it.

Zhao Xiaochui stood on the street with his hands in his pockets, watching the commotion for a while. He didn't feel anything as he looked at the endless stream of customers across the street.

What he passed on to Lao Gu and his group was indeed genuine skill.

During the teaching process, I repeatedly emphasized the precautions. According to the rules, since they did not obtain proper qualifications, they should not use this traditional method to operate their business.

However, since they're now using the guise of "leisure and wellness," nobody really cares.

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head, hoping that Lao Gu and those customers who came for the reputation would have to pray for good luck.

Having seen enough, he turned around and strolled leisurely back to his new, relaxed lifestyle.

……

The morning sunlight shone on the clean glass curtain wall, where three part-time cleaning workers were putting the finishing touches on their work. They were fully equipped with safety gear and performed each action with professionalism.

The gate was already open, and four muscular and energetic security guards and several young female service staff were preparing to begin cleaning the area in front of the gate.

However, before they could even begin, several sanitation workers warmly greeted them, quickly taking the tools and cleaning the spotless area in front of the door once more. They also gratefully collected the pile of cardboard boxes that the massage parlor had accumulated the day before. Zhao Xiaochui stood not far away, watching this orderly and heartwarming scene. A happy smile had just appeared on his face when he caught sight of Ou Xiaokui hurrying over, and that smile immediately vanished.

He was genuinely unhappy that these people from the office area had come to him.

They're either here to cause trouble or to make him the final decision.

But what ideas could he possibly come up with?
Aside from massage services, the massage parlor has long been operating smoothly and independently in all other aspects of its business.

With capable assistants like Sister Hua, Pan Xiaoli, Shen Yan, and Li Muqingfeng in charge, he couldn't be more eager to immerse himself in his own world.

What bothers him most is that these people always disturb his life at all times.

Just like last night, he was enjoying a sweet moment with Liu Li, the atmosphere was perfect, when an urgent phone call came in, ruining all his romantic thoughts. After hanging up, he had to rebuild his mood, which was incredibly disappointing.

When Ou Xiaokui ran up to her, Zhao Xiaochui spoke first, annoyed: "Didn't I promise you last night? Why didn't you just send someone over? Why did you have to come all the way here first thing in the morning to say it again?"

Ou Xiaokui didn't say anything, but handed over an exquisitely packaged box with the same annoyance.

Zhao Xiaochui stared blankly at the packaging box. He slowly took it and examined it carefully. Seeing the traceability QR code on it, he quickly took out his phone and scanned it.

'Batch XH60-240517, farm coordinates 85°E, 41°N, irrigation water volume 0m³ (zero irrigation), carbon footprint 0.81kg COe/unit.'

Seeing that Zhao Xiaochui was finally taking it seriously, Ou Xiaokui also introduced it earnestly:
“这是生产建设兵团第二师塔里木垦区第4区块、2024年度霜前花，纤维长度39.1mm，马克隆值3.7，已达到埃及GIZA 86的92%水平。”

Listening to the introduction, Zhao Xiaochui opened the packaging and took out a plain-colored square scarf.

"This is the second batch of trial production products. The test data shows that it settles in 2.3 seconds and absorbs 5.1 grams of water in 5 minutes."

Ou Xiaokui's tone carried a hint of barely perceptible pride:

"In order to achieve this parameter, in addition to our investment and efforts regardless of cost, we also mobilized a national laboratory and textile teams from three universities to work together under the full coordination of the JH District Government, which led to breakthroughs in raw material processing, spinning technology and finishing technology."

“Although the current yield rate is only 65%, which is still far from meeting the listing standards…” Ou Xiaokui looked at him seriously, “we are not far from listing fully self-produced finished products.”

Zhao Xiaochui touched the small handkerchief again before putting it back, and nodded to Ou Xiaokui: "Everyone has worked hard, give us more bonuses and benefits."

"Are we here for bonuses and benefits?" Ou Xiaokui rolled her eyes and explained helplessly to the clueless boss, "I'm here to explain why I bothered you last night."

"Without the cooperation of the Jinghai Municipal Government, we would not have been able to achieve this progress. Their request was still based on public interest. They just asked us to do our best and leave the rest to fate out of consideration for them and the great contributions that person's father has made to the local area."

Ou Xiaokui's explanation only made things worse; it immediately caused Zhao Xiaochui to widen his eyes and say unhappily:

"Isn't that doing your best?"

"Well, the responsibility has already been divided up in advance. Don't they all know the situation of the parties involved?"

Zhao Xiaochui grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, and finally, he waved his hand weakly and sighed:

"The patient was misdiagnosed for twelve years and is now unable to speak, unable to swallow food, gets sick when exposed to light or sound, is so thin that he is just skin and bones, and suffers from recurring infections..."

"Comrade Ou Xiaokui, I think you and the Jinghai Municipal Government shouldn't have sent the person involved to me, but should have gone to the Department of Allergy at Peking Union Medical College Hospital right away!"

Ou Xiaokui's face showed a bitter expression: "Boss... she was diagnosed there two years ago, and now, no hospital in the country dares to admit her."

(End of this chapter)