The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 479 Retribution
"For those willing to cooperate, funds will go directly, bypassing multiple intermediaries," her gaze suddenly sharpened. "For those unwilling to cooperate, we'll consider our previous investments wasted—but~"

Ou Xiaokui suddenly leaned closer to the camera, her face so dark it seemed to drip water, her gaze sharp as a knife, as if piercing through the screen and nailing into someone's face:
"If you dare to play tricks on the employee resignation process again..."

"You'd better think carefully. Can a mere office manager withstand a formal complaint from a top livestreamer?"

At this point, Ou Xiaokui still felt unsatisfied, her chest heaving violently, and she spat fiercely at the screen:
"To honor the experts and professors who have worked tirelessly on the front lines in Jinghai, we originally planned to send two senior technicians to be stationed in Jinghai to provide physiotherapy services after we fully opened, but..."

She slammed her hand on the table and roared in a hoarse voice:
"Ergonomic chair? Ha! I'll fucking swear!"

Apart from a few insiders, no one knows who Ou Xiaokui is actually cursing.

The viewers in the live stream fell silent: "..."

In an office in Jinghai City, a teacup slammed heavily onto the table.
"So... just because of a broken chair, we missed out on the second branch of Relaxing & Slow Travel?"

"One day's revenue... equals the annual revenue of a listed company?"

"...I curse his ancestors!"

The backend of the short video platform "Yinfu" is completely silent:
The executive, sporting dark circles under his eyes, stood bewildered in the cold wind, staring desperately at the screen, his lips trembling as he muttered to himself:
"Fatty...Fatty Ancestor! Stop chanting scriptures, can't you just start selling goods already...?"

"Puff-"

……

A heavy object fell to the ground, echoing from an office in Tianjin.

Suddenly, text message notifications started ringing incessantly in the project's R&D office.

Apart from the three Shui Shuo members who slipped away with gloomy faces, the phone screens of all the core R&D personnel lit up simultaneously.

The problem this team tackled only accounts for one-twentieth of the vast "industrial vision hub" system.

But it is precisely this tiny one-twentieth that only three countries in the world can actually manage to take it on.

The global trade logic of Western capitalism only works when the Chinese can only produce socks.

The Chinese people must, and can only, produce socks!

So just how important is it that 'we have'?

There are always keyboard warriors online pointing fingers, but this country has already laid the foundation for its development. The rest depends on the people!
And we humans have that too!

The team from Tianjin contributed over 40% to the project on "low-light imaging quality," a technology that directly addresses the bottleneck of high-end testing in the textile industry. This achievement is thanks to the dedication and perseverance of this group of people over the decades!
He slammed his fist on the table and shouted, "We have that technology!"

Keyboard warriors might even sneer, "They're still several generations away from being among the world's best!"

These people, like Lin Han, may exhaust their passion in the harsh realities of life and ultimately choose to leave in despair.

But this land will never lack people like Wang Lei. They grit their teeth and, in forgotten corners, take deep root in the frozen soil until the day it is unsealed.

Today, perseverance has paid off.

The project team leader, Wang Lei, was gripped so tightly by Lin Han's excited hand that it hurt. Seeing Lin Han's eyes shining as he looked at his phone, Wang Lei ignored the pain and turned on his own phone screen.

"Dear Researcher Wang Lei, hello."

We highly value your outstanding contributions in the field of low-light imaging/photoelectric detection. To jointly promote the localization of high-end industrial vision systems in China, we sincerely invite you to join our Seventh Research Laboratory (Advanced Optoelectronic Technology and Systems Department). …

The text message was long, but in short, it said: assemble a team, approve funding, settle down, help family members find jobs, enroll children in school, and even resolve the issue of Shanghai license plate quota all at once.

A vital national asset awaits your command. Shanghai Institute of Technical Physics, Chinese Academy of Sciences.

Wang Lei stared at the screen, reading those few lines of text over and over again three times, then slowly raised his hand and vigorously wiped his face.

"We're almost out of money to pay the school fees for our child, what hope do you have for this lousy project?"

"Dad, when will you take me to school?"

"Lei, Mom knows you have ambitions, but our family's life..."

Those wrinkles etched by the weight of life, the sense of estrangement caused by long-term separation, and the helplessness of being compared by relatives and neighbors—all of these are transformed into a burning, bittersweet feeling in this text message, rushing straight to my nose.

He wasn't the only one to receive this text message. The entire core of the research and development team saw their phone screens light up at the same time. This unexpected good news, with its incredibly generous terms, almost made them think it was a new type of scam.

"Jingle Bell--"

A sudden, urgent cell phone ringtone rang out, and everyone in the lab instantly turned their attention to Wang Lei.

"Hello Mr. Wang Lei, I am the section chief of the *** department of the Shanghai Municipal Government Office. The information you received and my identity can be verified through the government's official website."

"I'm calling to be frank: the project will be transferred from Shanghai, and we are determined to have you and your team. This is not only a recognition of your abilities, but also because if your team joins us, our third branch will open in Shanghai at the same time."

"Therefore, please trust our sincerity. Please feel free to make any requests you may have!"

Wang Lei opened his mouth, but his throat seemed to be blocked, and he could only utter a few broken syllables:
"No...no...that's all..."

"Understood! Mr. Wang, please take your time to consider. This is my private number. Please feel free to contact me if you have any questions. I look forward to your reply. Goodbye."

The call ended, and the lab fell silent. Because the call had been loud, Wang Lei didn't need to relay the content. He seemed frozen, his thoughts stagnant, only a powerful impulse surging within him.

He ignored the stares of his colleagues and walked straight out of the laboratory like a sleepwalker. In the corridor, he brushed past Deputy Director Zhao, whose face was ashen and who seemed to want to say something but didn't even notice him.

He walked straight to the familiar office and pushed the door open without knocking.

Inside, the office director was slumped in the ergonomic chair that cost 13,000 yuan, still shaken.

He believed that at this very moment, everyone sitting in those chairs had the same expression. Wang Lei knew that there was no need for top streamers to file a formal complaint; with the end of this livestream, these people were all finished!
Wang Lei silently walked to the opposite side of him, slowly sat down, and sat on that same expensive ergonomic chair.

suddenly,

He smiled, a very faint curve appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Wang Lei just smiled.

At first, it was a low, suppressed laugh that escaped from his throat. He leaned back in the expensive ergonomic chair, his shoulders trembling slightly.

The laughter then grew louder and louder, turning into uncontrollable, table-pounding laughter!
He suddenly stood up, took a few steps to the office director, bent down, brought his face close to the director's, stared straight at him, and laughed unrestrainedly.

Then, as if all his strength had been drained, he slowly slid down onto the cold floor. His laughter began to change, mixed with sobs.

He pounded the ground with his fists, letting tears and snot stream down his face, laughing hysterically and crying miserably...

After a long while, amidst this extreme release and collapse, a roar echoed throughout the office.

"Karma!"

"You son of a bitch!"

(End of this chapter)