The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 431 First Phone Call with 'Mom'
Having money to do something and not having money to do it are two completely different feelings. With ample funds as a foundation, Zhou Yaqin felt that Zhao Xiaochui's seemingly impulsive idea had struck a chord with her!
What Zhao Xiaochui wants to do is a complete upgrade of the entire industry chain, from the source to the end!

Cut off low-end business and immediately cease all OEM/ODM manufacturing business for mid-range home furnishing brands at the former Jin Dayang Textile (now Manzhi Life Textile Park).

Although these orders are large in volume, the profit margin is extremely low, and they are essentially maintained by exploiting employees and controlling costs. He will transfer them to local manufacturers in Jinghai at cost price, as a way of leaving a good relationship.

Resources were concentrated and transferred, and the Easy Slow Travel Industrial Park, which had already entered the trial production stage, was completely suspended! All high-end equipment acquired from bank-mortgaged warehouses was transferred to the Slow Weaving Life Textile Park.

The textile park will only have three businesses in the future: OEM manufacturing for international brands (to be cut when contracts end), production of linen products for Easy & Slow Travel, and development of bedding business for Easy & Slow Travel.

The original industrial park will undergo a complete transformation.

It's not just about upgrading equipment; it encompasses the introduction and targeted upgrading of high-end domestic equipment, the construction of a digital management system, the improvement of all employees' skills, environmental standards that surpass international top levels, and even the most upstream aspect: establishing our own or cooperative cotton planting bases!

What Easy Slow Travel needs to do is to throw money at it, using real money to drive this entire industrial chain, which represents future competitiveness, to life!
Zhou Yaqin left with excitement and a weighty plan in mind.

Before leaving, she smiled and said to Zhao Xiaochui, "Xiaochui, tell Sister Hua later. With this investment as a foundation, her shares are now negligible. Tell her not to hide on the second floor all day, too ashamed to show her face!"

……

Late at night, in the studio.

Zhou Yaqin left, leaving behind only silence in the room.

Zhao Xiaochui sat alone, the faint light from his phone screen reflecting on his face.

His fingertips unconsciously caressed a small object in his pocket—a carefully preserved Egyptian Giza 45 cotton seed, which Bellini called "white gold among cottons," one of the world's finest long-staple cotton varieties.

Although it was nearly midnight and all was quiet, he knew that far away in the provincial capital of Sichuan and Chongqing, that workaholic tyrant was still energetically handling official business.

He picked up his phone, typed a short message, and sent it: "Mom, is Zhou Min trustworthy? I have a cotton seed that I'd like to give to her to try."

The message was quickly replied to, but instead of text, it was a photo—a seedling with glossy leaves, full of vitality, already nearly ten centimeters tall, and its stem as thick as if it had been growing for several months!
Zhao Xiaochui: "Mom, what's this?"

The reply from the Sichuan-Chongqing female tyrannosaurus immediately popped up: "The coffee seed you gave me last time. In just two months, under completely conventional cultivation conditions, it has grown into this."

Looking at the photo, Zhao Xiaochui became even more curious: "...What's so special about it?"

He also wanted to know what changes had occurred to the seed that had accompanied him on his hellish escape.

The Sichuan-Chongqing female tyrant sent a voice message directly:
"Special? Its growth rate is more than three times that of similar high-quality varieties, its leaf thickness and chlorophyll content are exceptionally high, and preliminary disease resistance tests show that it has near-immune resistance to common molds."

More importantly, agricultural experts have discovered a completely new, highly active biological enzyme in its cells, the mechanism of its action of which has not yet been elucidated!

"Your new seeds must be delivered to me immediately. Too many people are watching you now; I don't trust anyone else with them!"

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui hesitated for a moment, then asked softly with a hint of worry, "Mom... won't doing this cause you trouble?" There was a moment of silence on the other end of the line, followed by the signature arrogant question from the Sichuan-Chongqing female tyrant:
"Trouble? Ha... Tell me, who am I?"

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

This question left him speechless for a moment.

In the deepest part of his heart, she will always be that female cadre who was deeply rooted in the grassroots.

For the sake of the more than 120 children in the town who had lost both parents, she could brave the scorching sun and torrential rain to plead and fight for the children's opportunity to go to school.

She taught these former wild children what it means to be self-reliant and what it means to live a life without regrets.

Zhao Xiaochui knew better than anyone that five years later, none of the more than 120 super-official second-generations who had benefited from her kindness back then and were now scattered across all walks of life had become ungrateful bastards.

And he was the most pathetic one, the one who had no face to go back and see her.

Zhao Xiaochui took a deep breath, mustered his courage, and extended his slightly trembling fingers to press the voice call button.

The call was answered almost instantly, and the female tyrant's voice, tinged with a hint of teasing yet unable to conceal her concern, came through:

"Oh? You finally decided to call me? I thought you planned to communicate with me by typing for the rest of your life."

"Mom..." Zhao Xiaochui's voice was a little hoarse, filled with apology, "I'm sorry, I..."

"Alright, enough with the pleasantries," the female tyrannosaurus interrupted him directly. "Let's get down to business. How do we hand over the seeds?"

"Will the same person from last time work?" Zhao Xiaochui glanced through the glass wall and saw the usually unassuming gatekeeper still standing dutifully at the gate.

"Okay, that's good." The female tyrannosaurus readily agreed, then her tone changed, "You called specifically for more than just the seeds, right? What else is there? Tell me."

Zhao Xiaochui composed himself and explained his plan to upgrade the entire industrial chain of the textile industrial park, as well as the amount of money involved, which amounted to tens of billions of yuan.

There was a brief silence on the other end of the phone. Zhao Xiaochui could even clearly hear rapid breathing.

After a moment, the female tyrannosaurus's voice slowly came:
“Zhou Yaqin’s judgment is correct. The amount of funding you’ve mentioned is enough to prompt the national government to personally coordinate resources. You specifically told me this, is there anything you need me to do for you?”

Zhao Xiaochui quickly stated his plan:

“I’m going to take on Evedren! They have an embroidery workshop in India with over 400 people, using ‘handmade luxury’ as a selling point. I’m going to build a larger and higher-level ‘Brocade Workshop’ in Sichuan and Chongqing! I need at least 500 skilled embroiderers who have been recognized and approved for graduation by masters of Shu embroidery or Chongqing embroidery intangible cultural heritage!”

(End of this chapter)