The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 459 Layout
After being strongly rebuked by the old lady Zhou Yaqin, Lei Zhen did not leave immediately.

He first casually strolled around the former office area of ​​the massage parlor, and then quietly went out, turned a corner, and arrived at the Relax Slow Walk headquarters building on Huagong Road.

With his special shareholder ID card, he passed through the strict access control system without any hindrance and took the elevator directly to the second-to-last floor of the building.

At the end of the corridor is the office of the head of the EasyWalk back-end system.

Lei Zhen pushed open the door and saw his supervisor, Shen Yan, leisurely sitting with his legs crossed, leaning back in his large office chair, intently scrolling through short videos on his phone with an interested expression on his face.

Lei Zhen didn't make a sound to disturb him, but slowly walked to Shen Yan's side and looked down at his phone screen.

On the screen, a tall, leggy female blogger in tight-fitting cycling gear is riding a bicycle along a picturesque road. Lei Zhen knew Shen Yan was a cycling enthusiast, so he wasn't surprised.

He waited quietly until Shen Yan finished reading a short passage before asking in a seemingly casual tone in a low voice:

"Did he... come here last night?"

Shen Yan swiped her finger to close the short video interface, placed her phone screen-down on the table, looked up, and her face showed just the right amount of confusion:

"Who?"

Seeing his colleague's orphaned state, Lei Zhen said irritably, "You know who it is, Shen Yan. We're family, there's no need to hide anything from each other."

"Uncle Lei..." Shen Yan scratched his head and looked at Lei Zhen curiously, "Is my boss related to you guys?"

Lei Zhen: "..."

Shen Yan looked at him with a half-smile, spread his hands, and asked, "Now, where are your family members?"

Looking at Shen Yan's impeccable demeanor, Lei Zhen knew that asking any further questions would be futile.

He sighed softly and turned to walk towards the door. Just as his hand touched the doorknob, he paused slightly, and as if talking to himself, whispered in a voice only the two of them could hear:
"It's good that you're still alive..."

He turned his head slightly, glancing at Shen Yan out of the corner of his eye, his voice carrying a complex weariness:

“Shen Yan, don’t blame Director Lao, and don’t blame your Uncle Lei. So many people, so many eyes, so many systems are watching… We really did everything we could.”

"There are too many things in this world that we can't control just because we want to."

After saying that, he didn't linger, pushed open the door, and walked out. Only the sound of his heavy footsteps and a sigh lingering in the air remained in the corridor.

The office door closed gently behind Lei Zhen.

Shen Yan stared at the closed door for a long while before letting out a soft sneer.

He picked up his phone again, unlocked it skillfully, and started scrolling through short videos once more. The algorithm accurately pushed various cycling content. Because he had lingered a bit longer on those long white legs earlier, there were quite a few female cycling bloggers in the videos. They had exquisite makeup and top-notch equipment, but their cycling skills and mileage were probably not as good as those of the commuting uncles.

Shen Yan watched with great interest as a "cycling girl" with a hot figure posed for photos under cherry blossoms on the screen. She deftly tapped the like button on the screen, while solemnly reciting the famous industry joke:
"Girl, I didn't just look for you for nothing, I give you a thumbs up! Those legs are really long, and that car is really new! (doge emoji)"

He swiped through video after video with a smile until a fat man appeared on the screen, clumsily riding a mountain bike and struggling uphill on a mountain road. Only then did he suddenly stop swiping.

His mountain bike was loaded with bulging waterproof panniers, and greasy tire repair tools hung on the handlebars. The oversized water bottle and the opened compressed biscuits all gave the impression that he was prepared to endure long periods of wind and rain. Although his cycling clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his round belly in a somewhat comical way, his badly worn shoes and mud-splattered trouser legs silently told the story of his long and arduous journey.

Shen Yan's gaze became focused; he even sat up straight, watching the entire thing with great interest. He casually clicked "follow" and "favorite," then opened the comments section and began typing rapidly:
"Dude, don't use the big chainring to pull the small sprocket uphill, it hurts your knees and makes you tired. Try switching to the middle chainring, it'll be much lighter and easier to pedal. Also, your front derailleur is rubbing against the chain a bit, take it to a bike shop to get it adjusted when you have time, it's not a big deal. Hang in there, good luck!"

After writing this detailed and well-intentioned comment, he put down his phone as if he had completed a task.

The sunlight streaming in through the window clearly illuminated his solemn expression. He shook the mouse, and the screen that had been activated displayed the portrait of the deranged young man who had appeared the previous night.

The sunlight streaming in through the window illuminated the persistent, somber expression on his face. He reached out and moved the mouse, activating the computer screen, which displayed a photograph of the young man holding a nail gun at the car accident scene the previous night.

“A 'mentally challenged young man'... completely destroyed by drugs and deep hypnosis…” Shen Yan murmured to himself with a bitter smile, in a voice only he could hear.

He wearily rubbed his temples and whispered into the empty office:
"Boss, apart from this photo, they've wiped away all traces, leaving no valuable clues."

Shen Yan stared at the screen and sighed silently.

He understood, of course, that clues weren't nonexistent; it was just a matter of cost.

As long as the boss is willing to speak to Lei Zhen, those hidden "rules" will naturally come into play, and clues will be presented on the table like magic—the compromises, transactions, and exchanges of interests behind the scenes will naturally be handled by specialists, without getting the boss's hands dirty.

But then?

Even if the so-called "mastermind" is eventually identified, the other party will probably only feel that they "voluntarily" jumped out, and may not even feel that they were manipulated.

And those hyenas that swarm at the smell of blood, will they easily give up before paying a sufficient price for their leisurely pace?

The crucial point is that the price they're demanding this time is a life! A young woman's life!
The profits from a single day's easy, leisurely business can now equal the annual profits of a small to medium-sized listed company, yet this has already led to such a disastrous outcome.

If the industry continues to expand in the future and gradually becomes a behemoth, what price will the enemy demand?

Is this the fate of a group of girls?!

Thinking of this, Shen Yan's heart jolted, and he suddenly understood!
It's not that the boss doesn't want revenge; he simply can't bring himself to do it!

It's not that he's unwilling to give up the shares of Easy Slow Travel, but if you cut off your flesh to feed the wolves today, who can guarantee that the wolves won't smell the scent and come back tomorrow?
Guarantees? If those people's guarantees were valid, the world would be at peace long ago!

(End of this chapter)