The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 442 Homework 1, Reflections

“Look at me, adjust your breathing,” Zhao Xiaochui said lazily to the wealthy men. “Don’t make any noise intentionally. When your body feels the urge to make a sound, don’t control it, just let your breath flow naturally…”

Foster and Bellini stood at the front of the line, intently following along with the practice.

When a long, drawn-out "whoosh..." seemed to escape from the depths of their bodies uncontrollably, a look of surprise flashed across their faces, which was then replaced by immense joy!

The other trainees around them looked at Foster and Bellini with envy, while Zhao Xiaochui wore a professional smile.

But in his heart, he was already grimacing and complaining:
"What a bunch of useless students! Their classmates got the hang of it after seven or eight lessons and left. These two, who were so popular, dragged it out for ten lessons before they barely 'learned' it, and they still have the nerve to look so surprised?"

Of course, this was just Zhao Xiaochui's inner rant. The reason why Foster and Bellini, these two elites at the very top of the pyramid, learned so slowly was mainly because they were too preoccupied and found it difficult to completely relax.

In any case, after ten lessons, their high-end wellness program officially concluded. It took a month, cost half a million US dollars, and yielded remarkable results; they definitely didn't lose out on this deal.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded to the two of them: "The course is over, you two don't need to come again."

Foster stepped forward and asked, "Mr. Zhao, shouldn't there be five other words in the Six-Syllable Mantra? I'd like to continue learning them."

Bellini nodded repeatedly beside him. The newly enrolled wealthy students all looked at Zhao Xiaochui with curiosity.

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head: "See the membership instructions for details."

Foster was unwilling to give up: "Then how much will the subsequent word techniques cost?"

Zhao Xiaochui said calmly, "Learn just one more word, and the price will increase tenfold."

Foster was stunned: "You mean... the third technique costs five million dollars per lesson? The fourth technique costs fifty million?"

Zhao Xiaochui shrugged and looked at the two of them: "However, you two may not be able to learn the third word technique."

"Why?" they both asked in unison.

Zhao Xiaochui's gaze swept over them, and he said bluntly:
"Because you are BCI members. You sit at the same table with those who sanction and smear me every day to do business. Why should I teach you this... real thing that prolongs life?"

He intended to express "prolong life," but the direct English translation that came out, "extend lifespan," sounded awkward and strange.

Foster, quick to pick up on the unusual wording, immediately pressed, "Wait... what did you just say? 'Extend lifespan'? Mr. Zhao, you mean... it can make people live longer?"

Zhao Xiaochui frowned, his tone impatient:

"Am I using the wrong words? Learning the whole set of techniques can make people live longer and be healthier. What's so hard to understand?"

A glint flashed in Foster and Bellini's eyes. They exchanged a silent glance, tacitly agreeing not to say another word, and quickly turned and left.

The other wealthy students present also appeared cheerful, politely greeting Zhao Xiaochui before dispersing. On the surface, everything was amicable, but each person was secretly plotting their own agenda.

As the wealthy individuals departed, a group of volunteers and official representatives who had been waiting immediately approached them, offering guidance and accompaniment.

This volunteer has nothing to do with leisurely strolling.

According to the authorities, Zhao Xiaochui's income from serving this group of wealthy people for just one day was enough to rival the annual net profit of a medium-sized listed company!

Faced with such enormous economic benefits, both the streets and the city have spared no expense in investing resources.

The team of volunteers and peripheral services was rapidly expanded. Although the wages and benefits were average, the number of people who were employed was large. Compared with the huge amount of taxes paid by Easy Travel, it was just a drop in the ocean.

After glancing at the volunteers, Zhao Xiaochui strolled over to the park's grove and offered free guidance to the morning exercise support group for a while. Only when the morning rush hour was almost over did he leisurely head towards his usual breakfast shop.

As he passed by the park entrance, he saw several tanned young men diligently handing out flyers to elderly people.

Zhao Xiaochui unconsciously stopped, quietly observing the tireless smiles on their faces. Like the volunteers from before, they couldn't escape the use of words like "labor," "external," and "b."

The 'indirect system reshaping' invented in the West decades ago has made 'terminology' a synonym for greater efficiency.

Layoffs, labor, foreign workers, surplus labor, etc., are terms that the West has already used extensively.

Temporary employment profoundly impacts those who suffer from it, stifling all rational expectation by making people's future more uncertain, and especially extinguishing people's basic beliefs and hopes for the future. However, people need this belief and hope to resist (especially collectively) this intolerable precondition.

— Pierre Bourdieu
"What can we do, little hammer?"

Before leaving, the chubby receptionist had a deep conversation with Zhao Xiaochui about the purpose of that black money.

"More than a hundred years ago, the British were able to package up their surplus labor force and sell it to Canada, which indirectly increased the wages of local workers."

"But what about us? If we try to cross the river by feeling for the stones now, not only will we have nowhere to sell our surplus goods, but even a child like you won't grow up!"

“Little Hammer, the Earth is already saturated. These ‘excesses’ that are not needed by modern society have nowhere to go.”

"When their numbers become so large that they get in the way of certain people, what do you think will happen?"

Before Zhao Xiaochui could figure it out, the chubby receptionist gave the answer, word by word:
"Tribal conflicts, ethnic cleansing, hot wars—these things are bound to happen within a few years… history books are full of them."

……

China has reached a point where there are no more obstacles to follow.

He gradually realized that the reason why the chubby receptionist was unwilling to enjoy a life of leisure with him was because she wanted to use her own methods to buy more time for these 'excess' people.

Before leaving, she gave Zhao Xiaochui a lot of homework, like today, asking him to observe, think, and gain his own insights.

She hoped that this young man with immense energy could truly understand what was happening on this land and use those twelve bank cards where they were most needed.
Instead of being like other people who have 'bank cards' and always thinking about spending them...
If that's really the case, then...

Thinking of this, Zhao Xiaochui couldn't help but chuckle. He picked up his phone and called Ou Xiaokui:
"Sister Xiaokui, hurry up with the due diligence for Red Arrow Aerospace. If there are no problems, then we should submit the application."

On the other end of the phone, Ou Xiaokui's voice carried a hint of mystery:
"...Boss, could you come to the headquarters building during your lunch break?"

"What's wrong?"

"Sign an investment contract."

"..." Zhao Xiaochui was taken aback. "You've finished your investigation?"

“Boss, there are two ways to do business in China,” Ou Xiaokui said in a low voice, as if sharing a secret. “One is to follow the procedures step by step; the other is to get it done when the higher-ups are determined to do it.”

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

"Your industrial upgrading plan and this investment by Red Arrow Aerospace both fall into the second category."

"Boss, Red Arrow Technology has recovered all private capital. Once you sign the agreement, you'll be the real decision-maker, above state-owned assets and major shareholders!"

"In addition, national teams such as China Aerospace Science and Industry Corporation have given you ten talent slots."

"..." Zhao Xiaochui stood there, holding his phone, stunned, and asked blankly, "Do they know that I have a super HR person, Yu Xiaoning, working for me?"

Ou Xiaokui: "..."

Zhao Xiaochui: "Aren't they afraid that if I use this shovel, I'll dig up their core talent pool?"

(End of this chapter)