The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 430 was incited
Zhao Xiaochui originally had a rough estimate in mind how much money he could make by trading "high-quality products" in South America.

But when he actually opened the file and saw the densely packed, almost endless list of assets, even though he was mentally prepared, he couldn't help but blurt out a vulgar curse:

"Fuck!"

This is no longer just about "making money," it's practically...

What baffled him even more was that the "company" noted at the end of the list that the state had borne the exorbitant freight costs of secretly transporting the two containers back via warships and submarines, and not a single penny had been deducted from his "harvest." All the funds had been transferred in full to his new account.

Zhao Xiaochui stared at the long string of zeros and fell silent.

He truly didn't want this ill-gotten "dirty money." Multiple departments felt it was a sensitive matter and feared causing trouble; wasn't he afraid too?

...Okay, thinking about it carefully, he doesn't seem to be that scared at all.

He sighed and began to organize: one, two... a total of twelve bank cards from different banks were carefully put away; a stack of property deeds from all over the world were set aside; finally, he stuffed the file folder back into the depths of the drawer.

Just then, the office door was pushed open, and Zhou Yaqin followed Pan Xiaoli in, just in time to see Zhao Xiaochui closing the drawer.

"Boss, it's really not easy to be summoned by you." Zhou Yaqin walked in with a smile and greeted you, her eyes sweeping over the slightly messy desk.

“Aunt Zhou, please still call me Little Hammer,” Zhao Xiaochui stood up and stretched her stiff shoulders. “I’ve read that document and I have some thoughts I’d like to discuss with you.”

"What? What's your idea now?" Zhou Yaqin immediately looked at him warily upon hearing this. Experience told her that once this young massage therapist came up with an "idea," it often meant that a lot of work for the office staff would be wasted.

Seeing her tense expression, Zhao Xiaochui chuckled and pointed to the sofa next to him:

"Please sit down and talk. Don't worry, this time we're not going to overturn everything and start over; we just want to follow your previous suggestion."

"Which suggestion?" Zhou Yaqin asked after sitting down.

Zhao Xiaochui smiled somewhat embarrassedly: "That one from 3 months ago..."

"What the hell?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yaqin's face instantly filled with absurdity and disbelief, and she immediately raised her hand to interrupt:
"Stop! Hold on! All the advice I gave you months ago was wrong! You were absolutely right to refuse back then! I now wholeheartedly agree with your decision at the time!"

She added, still shaken, "The situation is good now, really! Please don't bring up the past again!"

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

He scratched his head and said embarrassedly, "Aunt Zhou, how about I give you some shares?"

Upon hearing this, Zhou Yaqin quickly shook her head, her face becoming even more absurd as she said, "You've got to be kidding me! Guess why Sister Hua hides on the second floor every day, afraid to show her face?"

Zhao Xiaochui knew that Sister Hua rarely showed up. Even if she didn't manage the second floor at all, let alone keep it perfectly organized, Zhao Xiaochui would just let her do whatever she wanted. He indulged her! However, he genuinely didn't know the specific reason.

"Why?" he asked curiously.

“Someone offered 10 billion for Hua Jie’s shares before!” Zhou Yaqin shrugged. “She was terrified. Little Hammer, are you trying to scare me to death?”

Zhao Xiaochui was speechless. Wasn't the economy supposed to be in a downturn? Why did everyone he met seem to disregard money?
"Aunt Zhou, I've heard that if a company's management holds only a very small number of shares, it can lead to an imbalance between power and responsibility, making it easy for management to focus their energy on competing with shareholders for profits?"

Hearing this layman instructing an expert, Zhou Yaqin covered her face with her hands and said sullenly, "Who dares to do this? You can just fire him! The responsibility for driving slowly and easily rests on your shoulders. I never thought anyone would complain about this. Shares? Compared to health and 'future prospects,' what do they amount to!"

Seeing that reasoning wouldn't work, Zhao Xiaochui decided to give up:

“Aunt Zhou, since you’ve said that the responsibility rests with me, then tell me about the suggestion you made three months ago.”

Zhou Yaqin leaned back and slumped on the sofa, waving her hand weakly: "I gave you a lot of advice three months ago, which one are you referring to?"

“Jin Dayang Textile… oh no, it should be the Slow Weaving Lifestyle Textile Industrial Park,” Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head sheepishly, “besides the OEM for international brands, how many production plants and how many production lines are there?”

"..." Zhou Yaqin looked at him with despair in her eyes, "Zhao Xiaochui, what do you want to do?"

"Just like you said, transfer all the high-end production lines from the Slow Weaving Lifestyle Industrial Park to the Slow Weaving Lifestyle Textile Park. They've already obtained many certifications there, so it won't affect export earnings and will allow for faster expansion." Those high-end production lines were all acquired cheaply from bank-mortgaged warehouses. Zhou Yaqin had suggested this approach initially, as it was the fastest way to expand production, but Zhao Xiaochui, eager to secure a supply chain, refused and instead filled that abandoned industrial park. Following his instructions, the focus of the office work shifted to the industrial park, not the textile park.

Now, Zhou Yaqin sensed that all her previous efforts had been in vain.

"What about the industrial park..." Zhou Yaqin began with difficulty, "What are your plans?"

"Complete domestic substitution!"

Zhao Xiaochui spoke slowly and deliberately, picking up the stack of property documents from his desk and handing them to Zhou Yaqin.

"Evederen has approximately 320 sales points in 43 countries worldwide. Excluding China, Hong Kong, Taiwan, and outlet stores that have lost their value, wherever they open, we open one right next to them!"

"Isn't it resisting the slander against us?"

"Then I'll use all domestically produced raw materials, all domestically produced technology, and all domestically produced certifications... to destroy it!"

Zhou Yaqin: "..."

She stared at him with her innocent, big eyes, as if looking at a silly, adorable little girl.

"Little Hammer, the industrial park will be in full production soon."

"Then let's pause and try to complete this upgrade in one go."

"Little hammer, there's a gap in domestic equipment."

"Then let the manufacturer upgrade our products; we're not short of money. Besides, didn't you say you've made quite a bit of money from all those industries you've been involved in?"

"Little hammer..."

“Aunt Zhou,” Zhao Xiaochui looked firmly at Zhou Yaqin, “all employees in the office area will have their salaries doubled!”

“The office space benefits are already among the best in the country,” Zhou Yaqin shook her head, staring blankly at him. “Little Hammer, do you know how much it would cost to replace everything with domestically produced alternatives? Are you prepared to have to be beholden to others in the future?”

At this moment, Zhou Yaqin suddenly had a feeling that as Zhao Xiaochui's ambition grew, coupled with his pure idealistic pursuit, she would drift further and further away from him...

"Why should I have to act according to other people's wishes?" Zhao Xiaochui asked, somewhat surprised.

Zhou Yaqin explained helplessly, “I’ve looked into it before. Just the procurement, customization, upgrades, installation, and commissioning of the entire equipment chain alone would cost at least tens of billions! And that doesn’t even include the upgrades to the digital twin platform, zero-carbon energy system, and quality control center. There are also raw material reserves, emergency funds, and working capital. It won’t be less than two or three billion. Little Hammer, we don’t have that much money! We can only seek financial services.”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui picked up the twelve bank cards from his desk, randomly pulled one out, glanced at the number on the back, and then calmly handed it to Zhou Yaqin:
"Aunt Zhou, I told you, we're not short of money."

Zhou Yaqin took the card, stared at the long string of zeros and currency units on the back, and remained silent for a long time.

"Are you really going to do it?"

"Dry!"

"How?"

"Let's get to work, work harder and faster!"

Zhou Yaqin nodded, her face displaying a half-smile, a look of utter despair.
"In that case, it won't just be our office area, Deep Exploration, and Jinghai City... the Ministry of Industry and Information Technology and the National Development and Reform Commission will go crazy..."

"And there's more..."

"Aunt Zhou, we only cooperate with the Xinjiang Production and Construction Corps."

"Got it? Let's all go crazy then, nobody's going to sleep!"

(End of this chapter)