The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 485 Leaving Early

It can be said that every time Easy Walk opens a new branch, it is equivalent to opening a super investment portfolio of a high-end commercial complex, a health and wellness community, and a luxury shopping center.

It can be said that the beautiful blueprint described by Wei Lan of Jinling Capital at that lavish banquet is being realized step by step with ease and patience.

Wherever this massage parlor opens a branch, it reaps an impressive sales performance and attracts a massive outflow of hundreds of billions of real funds!

Even someone as indifferent as Zhao Xiaochui heard that someone was willing to spend a lot of money to reserve a unit in a high-end residential building in Fatou in advance!

How could those with a keen sense of smell, even more so than hunting dogs, possibly let such an opportunity pass them by?

……

After finishing his chores, Zhao Xiaochui strolled to the entrance of the Relaxing and Slow-Walking Textile Park.

The security guard had spotted him from afar, and without even taking out his ID or asking permission, he cheerfully pressed the door-opening button.
"Hey Fatty! We've all seen the live stream!" The security guard leaned out enthusiastically. "Are you here for a tour? Should I call my supervisor?"

Zhao Xiaochui chuckled and shook his head, casually asking, "Is the pay alright working here?"

"As for the benefits, they're top-notch!" The security guard patted his name tag cheerfully. "We're full-time employees; the company pays for all five social insurances and one housing fund, and we get 5,800 yuan a month after taxes. That's more than the daily pay at the other park next door—not only do we get more social insurance, but we also get 300 yuan more in cash! And let's not even talk about all the various subsidies~"

"Oh, and they even provide three meals a day!" he added proudly. "The cafeteria ladies don't have any shaky hands!"

"Is there anything you're unhappy about with the company?" Zhao Xiaochui asked half-jokingly.

"Hey! What's there to complain about?!" The security guard's voice suddenly rose. "If you have any complaints, get out of here! Countless people outside are trying to pull strings to squeeze in!"

He lowered his voice and leaned closer to say:
"If I had to point out a downside... it's that the company's automation upgrades are too advanced, and there will be fewer and fewer job openings in the future," he rubbed his hands in frustration. "Even the internal referral quotas are extremely limited!"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head, both amused and exasperated.

"Brother, this is an inevitable path for industrial upgrading—"

"Without surpassing international competitors in automation, we simply cannot break into the high-end market!"

He casually gestured towards the textile park next door:
"By the way, what does that factory over there do?"

The security guard glanced at it and waved his hand dismissively.

"Shenzhou International's production base!"

Shenzhou International...?

Zhao Xiaochui looked puzzled; he really didn't know much about this.

"Do you know Foxconn?" The security guard, seeing his bewildered expression, chuckled and gestured. "That's the Foxconn of the textile industry! They manufacture for Uniqlo, Adidas, and Nike!"

"Oh—" Zhao Xiaochui suddenly realized and slapped his forehead. "Thanks, bro!"

"Hey Fatty, you're leaving already? Won't you come in for a bite to eat?" The security guard enthusiastically grabbed his hand. "Our cafeteria's braised pork is absolutely amazing!"

"Next time!" Zhao Xiaochui waved with a smile. "I just happened to be passing by! See you next time, bro!"

Zhao Xiaochui walked to the parking area, quickly tidied up the bulky luggage on the Flying Pigeon mountain bike, and steadily placed his phone on the handlebars.

He looked up and took a deep look at the sign of the Shenzhou International production base next door, then clicked the live stream button:
"Hey guys!" He grinned at the camera, his chubby cheeks glistening in the sunlight. "Today we're continuing our ride south!"

"Next destination—Shanghai! Let me show you the bustling metropolis at the mouth of the Yangtze River!"

After saying that, he pushed off the pedal with all his might and rushed forward into the wind.

Less than four hours had passed since his last broadcast ended, yet a large number of viewers had already flocked to the live stream.
"Hey, Fatty, you've finally stopped being so eccentric, haven't you? You've become the real king of arrogance in the live streaming world?!"

"Even the donkeys in the production team wouldn't dare rest like this!"

"This is trending! Is this the livestream room that used towels to beat up luxury goods?"

"The same Flying Pigeon mountain bike is sold out! The manufacturer is welding steel pipes overnight!"

"Thanks for the explanation, Fatty! I've carefully studied the videos of the Easy Slow Mobility Technicians, and it's opened up a whole new world for me!"

"Now they have fan sites on major platforms, and many people rely on listening to their voices to work, study, or even sleep!"

"I just tried it—" the comments section exploded with excitement, "I couldn't calm myself down for ages while meditating, but as soon as I heard the girls' voices explaining, I instantly calmed down!" "That gentle yet clear tone of voice is like magic!"

"Hey Fatty, Fatty, could you get in touch with Tangtang? A lot of singing variety shows want to invite her to their shows."

"Tangtang is amazing. Even music academy professors are praising her on Weibo, saying that her breath and complexion don't change at all when she sings."

"Upstairs, that guy is trying to divert attention. If he doesn't explain clearly what happened back then when he slandered and expelled Tangtang, do you think those fans will let that school off the hook?"

"+1"

"..."

The barrage of comments flew by like snowflakes, and the special effects of the donations made the screen glitter with gold, attracting Zhao Xiaochui's attention. He quickly stopped the car and turned off the donations.

The tips received during the last live stream were already extravagant enough to cover Guo Fulai's actual compensation.

Zhao Xiaochui rode his bicycle without looking to the side, gliding past the gate of Shenzhou International Production Base at a steady speed.

At the same time, the base's electric gate slowly opened, and two middle-aged men in suits strolled out unhurriedly, talking in hushed tones.

As Zhao Xiaochui passed by on the other side of the road, one of them suddenly seemed to sense something and turned to look in his direction.

"Mr. Chandler, what are you looking at?" his companion asked.

This man, named Chandler, whose name carries the classical charm of a French candle maker, was the very person Zhao Xiaochui had been following.

He glanced again at the stout figure on the bicycle and shook his head slightly: "He just looks familiar. You know, this is my first time back in China."

His companion followed his gaze, and after a moment laughed:

"No wonder you recognize him, he's the video blogger who suddenly went viral today."

"Now, open any platform and you'll see his posts everywhere. Oh, by the way, he became famous by visiting restaurants in our neighboring city."

“Next door…” Chandler turned his head to look at the “Slow Living” sign and asked softly, “Does this sound familiar?”

His companion waved his hands repeatedly: "We're not familiar with each other. We had a clash once before, but ever since we found out that the local government treats them like royalty, we've kept to ourselves."

Chandler pondered, "This shop... is amazing?"

His companion smiled knowingly.

"Quite impressive. I heard that even when they got into trouble recently, the authorities were able to resolve it quickly."

“But the bigger the tree, the more the wind blows—” he lowered his voice, “that young boss hasn’t shown up for a while.”

Chandler nodded slightly, glanced at the big fat man in the park, and said goodbye to his companion.

Zhao Xiaochui was live-streaming his ride when he felt the gazes from behind and muttered to himself.

From the south to the north, starting from the capital, Ugly Donkey, Baidu, Mixed Grains, Fantasy…

'I heard Fantasy also controls a lot of pharmaceutical factories?'

"You've gone to Jinghai to do 'small' business in the textile and banking sectors again..."

"Or perhaps, the person behind you is paying you in this inconspicuous and 'reasonable' way?"

"From the Beijing-Tianjin-Hebei urban cluster to the Yangtze River Delta urban cluster, so the next city to be Shanghai?"

"What are you going to do?"

Who is behind you?

"I'll guess soon enough!"

"Trash, I'm not an official of China. I don't need evidence to cancel your household registration!"

(End of this chapter)