The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 484 The Ubiquitous Scroll
What exactly is Zhao Xiaochui trying to do? Even Zhou Yaqin and Shen Yan, who knew the inside story, were completely baffled by this question.

Logically speaking, the official conclusion was given in just a few days, and even the big names on the wealth list were used as examples, so the explanation should have carried enough weight.

Of course, we have to ignore the absurd "slingshot" claim for now.

The task force thoroughly reviewed the surveillance footage, but couldn't find a more plausible explanation besides the "slingshot." As for the middle-aged man, he seemed like a bystander who happened to be passing by.

No evidence is no evidence!

In the words of someone from a certain company who confided in Zhao Xiaochui privately: "This matter can't be brought up in public. If we follow the proper procedures, this kind of mysterious case won't even last until the trial!"

But when Zhao Xiaochui actually needed the information, the company was in trouble because they didn't have any information on this person.

"It will take some time to investigate, but it shouldn't be long," the other party could only give a vague response.

Zhao Xiaochui naturally believed in the power of the state apparatus, but still asked one more question:
"Will the comrade in charge of the investigation be in danger?"

A long silence fell on the other end of the phone.

Zhao Xiaochui instantly understood: how could a force capable of controlling "talents" of this caliber be simple? To expect the investigators to uncover the truth safely was simply a pipe dream!

Therefore, Zhao Xiaochui chose to "disappear" voluntarily.

……

Slow Weaving Lifestyle Industrial Park.

The middle-aged man remained in Jinghai, showing no intention of leaving.

So, accompanied by the young lady guiding him, Zhao Xiaochui strolled leisurely towards the gate, admiring the various beautiful sights along the way.

"I just checked the surveillance footage and noticed that some of the engineers from certain manufacturers seemed a bit off," he casually remarked. "Doesn't the industrial park have any uniform requirements for its partner manufacturers?"

"Mr. Guo, you mean those automated production lines, right?" The guide paused for a moment, as if receiving some instructions, before frankly admitting, "They... do not meet the requirements of the EasySlowPass Supplier Code of Conduct."

"Oh?" Zhao Xiaochui suddenly stopped and looked at her in surprise.

“Mr. Guo, everyone says that foreign automated production lines are good because they have time to work steadily and meticulously—from conceptual design to on-site installation, every step is refined.”

“But they’re too slow!” she said, quickening her pace. “A minor facelift for a car model takes a year, and a major redesign can drag on for five years!”

“They’ve already quoted a two-year timeframe for the production line planning alone,” she shook her head helplessly. “At the current pace of industrial development in China, by the time they start production, it’ll be too late!”

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

"And what about these domestic manufacturers?" Her eyes lit up. "With the cooperation of Deep Dive, they can set up a production line in six months! Although there are constant minor problems, the engineers fix and modify it as they go, and they can disassemble and reassemble it in three months to adapt it to the next generation of products!" "Mr. Guo, our relaxed and slow industrial upgrading model is not suitable for the automation industry. They are not afraid of international giants at all—" Her tone was filled with pride for the achievements of the motherland, "because China's automated production lines are built by tens of thousands of skilled engineers through sheer hard work!"

"If these engineers don't work here today, even the manufacturers will be eliminated from the industry tomorrow!"

Zhao Xiaochui was silent for a moment, then slowly nodded: "In the end, it's all about strength in numbers."

The young woman shrugged with a wry smile: "That's right! The more people, the better—" She pointed to her name tag, "I have a master's degree in materials science from a top-tier university, and now I'm working as a guide here!"

Hearing this hurtful agreement, Zhao Xiaochui opened his mouth but didn't say anything more.

At the entrance of the industrial park, Zhao Xiaochui deftly slung his backpack over his shoulder and quickly checked the tire pressure of his bicycle.

"Take care, Mr. Guo!" The young lady waving goodbye at the door.

He straddled the seat, turned back and grinned at her, then pushed off the pedal with all his might, his chubby figure disappearing into the evening traffic.

On the streets of Jinghai, wide roads are bustling with traffic, overpasses crisscross the area, shops line the streets, and the glass curtain walls of office buildings reflect the setting sun.

Trucks loaded with goods frequently head towards the port, showcasing the vitality of this major manufacturing hub in the Yangtze River Delta.

He turned onto a tree-lined industrial road, where the sign for "Relaxed Walking Textile Park" was clearly visible in the afterglow of the setting sun.

The smart barrier gate at the park entrance slowly lowered, blocking the way. Zhao Xiaochui wiped the sweat from his forehead and firmly gripped the brakes at the roadside.

As he rode along, he finally understood – nowadays, even a second- or third-tier city has a more spacious and modern urban planning than Beijing!
He deftly parked the shared bike in the designated area, plopped down on the curb, took out his phone, opened the "Easy Travel" mini-program, paused briefly on the background message screen, and quickly typed:

"We should raise the subsidies and catering standards for engineers in the industrial park project as soon as possible. Jinghai has a good investment environment and strong government support, so we can consider setting up our second branch here."

"But to speed up the process, many engineers are not in good health and need medical teams to intervene in advance to ensure their well-being."

“The branch can be staffed with eight experienced senior technicians.” He typed faster, “but it requires a high-ranking official to come forward and guarantee the personal and property safety of the technician team.”

Zhao Xiaochui dared to make such a request because he had the confidence to back it up.

Not to mention the flagship store in Beijing, even the Sichuan and Chongqing branches were able to be successfully established because of the personal guarantee from the heavyweight female tyrant, which reassured him that he could let the two girls return to their hometown to provide support.

Meanwhile, savvy and astute investors in the financial market have discovered that the slow-moving branches are accompanied by massive investments from the Jiang Group and the team under the wealthy Qian Mankun.

In the current economic environment, massive amounts of capital are struggling to find quality outlets, either idling in the financial market or lying dormant in bank accounts.

These astute investors, though unable to find an easy, slow path, managed to seize the opportunity presented by the Jiang Group and Qian Mankun.

(End of this chapter)