The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 492 Attitude
Zhao Xiaochui grabbed his collar, her voice icy:

"Want to die? That's too easy on you." He sneered. "I'll make sure you live a good life—"

"Lie in bed like a living dead, waiting to see the DNA comparison report between your precious illegitimate child and yourself!"

After saying that, he suddenly let go, and the actuary collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut.

A chorus of screams erupted around them, but Zhao Xiaochui calmly pulled out his phone:
"Hello? Is this 120? There's a patient with ALS (amyotrophic lateral sclerosis) in the airport departure level who has suddenly fallen seriously ill..."

He casually took the fisherman's hat off the other person's head and put it on his own, the brim of the hat obscuring half of his face.

Two hours later, in the reception room of the Shenzhen branch of a certain company.

The branch manager hurriedly pushed open the door and immediately breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing the chubby figure on the sofa wolfing down a boxed lunch.

But when he glanced at the three empty lunch boxes scattered on the ground, and saw five or six unopened meal boxes stacked on the table, his eyes twitched involuntarily.

The person in charge glanced at Zhao Xiaochui, who was wolfing down his food, and without asking any questions, directly dialed an encrypted video call, propping the phone up next to the lunchbox.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at the screen while chewing on a chicken leg; the image on the screen showed Uncle Lao's imposing face.

Although Uncle Lao was hit by Zhao Xiaochui's heat, he has been so busy lately that he has to deal with the harassment from the military attaché of the US embassy while also searching for this brat all over the world. He simply doesn't have time to watch that live broadcast.

He squinted at the screen for a long time, then suddenly gasped:
"Little Hammer?! How did you get so fat, like a steamed bun?!"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded vaguely, swallowed the last bite of chicken leg, and reached for the new lunchbox—when his phone suddenly rang.

He paused, turned to the person in charge, and asked, "Is it safe to take a call here?"

The person in charge nodded crisply.

Zhao Xiaochui pressed the answer button, and Guoguo's anxious voice immediately came out.

"What? He's gained another ten pounds?" Zhao Xiaochui nearly broke his chopsticks. "This is the third time this week! Is he blowing up balloons here?!"

He glanced despairingly at the mountain of lunchboxes piled on the table, made a mournful gesture to the person in charge, indicating "add five more boxes," and then said into the microphone, "Can't you guys control his mouth?"

"He's being watched by a senior technician 24 hours a day!" Guoguo said, her voice tinged with grievance. "But he keeps complaining that he's hungry and his heart is racing!"

“I just consulted Dr. Lin Zhiyuan, and he believes that Guo Fulai may have developed Cushing’s syndrome due to the abuse of hormone drugs during the period of misdiagnosis of CFS!”

Zhao Xiaochui was taken aback upon hearing this. He stared at the lunchbox in silence for a long time before sighing softly:

“Let Liu Li prepare to return to work,” he said in a low voice. “I will send her the newly designed massage plan.”

“Liu Li has already gone to work!” Guoguo blurted out.

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

“Little Hammer,” Guoguo asked cautiously, “are you trying to say that she’s already the chief technician?”

Zhao Xiaochui was taken aback: "How did you know?"

"Liu Li felt it herself!" Guo Guo's tone became excited. "You haven't checked the backend lately, have you? We've added a 'Chief Technician' appointment channel since we fully reopened!"

"Our prices are half of yours, and we specialize in serving major international clients!"

Zhao Xiaochui frowned slightly: "Is safety guaranteed?"

"The Beijing Municipal Government sent two teams to patrol the store!" Guoguo quickly explained. "President Zhou only let her out after confirming it was safe, but she is strictly forbidden from leaving the store until you return!"

Zhao Xiaochui breathed a sigh of relief:
“Transfer the fat man to the main branch,” he concluded. “I’ll send out the treatment plan later…” Zhao Xiaochui added, “By the way, could you ask Aunt Zhou if the fat man’s passport has been mailed out?”

"President Zhou was worried about delays," Guoguo said quickly, "so he had the security guard send it over by plane!"

"Based on the time... we'll be landing in twenty minutes!"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded, and was about to hang up when Guoguo suddenly added urgently:

"Little Hammer, you must be careful! We'll keep a close watch on the store!"

"And also, the apartment building that Uncle Qian Mankun gave us is finished. It's so beautiful! They said the exterior is all made of imported stone," she said with a smile and anticipation. "When you come back, we'll pick out a house and do the renovations together!"

After the call ended, the last thing the screen showed before it went dark was a fleeting warmth on Zhao Xiaochui's lips. But the moment the light went out completely, his face suddenly darkened.

A strong feeling of homesickness welled up in his heart. What Guoguo had just described was exactly the ordinary life he longed for most: decorating a new house with family and friends, arguing heatedly about choosing the color of the floor tiles, and even the quarrels were filled with the warmth of everyday life.

But there are always some evil spirits who insist on coming along! After defeating Ugly Donkey Ash Ridge last time, I thought I could have a few years of peace and quiet, but I didn't expect that someone would still dare to extend their claws.

Zhao Xiaochui's eyes gradually turned cold...

This time, you've all prevented me from living a peaceful life...

I'll make sure none of you survive!

……

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui's gloomy face through the screen, Uncle Lao couldn't help but speak:
"Little hammer, why are you glaring at me?"

"Have you investigated the connections behind that actuary?" Zhao Xiaochui cut to the chase.

"We've found out the details here in Beijing," Uncle Lao nodded. "He didn't actually do any real work at the companies; he just pretended to look at the reports and took the money. The people responsible have been handed over to the Economic Crime Investigation Department."

"Those responsible?" Zhao Xiaochui sneered. "How much do they know?"

Uncle Lao paused for a moment: "It's a task assigned by the shareholders."

"Shareholders?" Zhao Xiaochui's eyes sharpened. "The shareholders of that international investment bank?"

Uncle Lao didn't answer, but his taut jawline had already given the answer.

"Uncle Lao," Zhao Xiaochui took a deep breath, "someone's died this time. If no one investigates—"

"Don't blame me for taking action back home!"

"Little Hammer, don't be ridiculous!" Uncle Lao exclaimed anxiously, "This isn't just a matter between one or two shareholders! Behind it all are—"

"I know!" Zhao Xiaochui interrupted sharply. "These companies do indeed control people's basic needs! But the major shareholders are from China. Why should they have such a big influence? Just because they have a lot of money?"

“Rather than being manipulated by them from behind the scenes,” Zhao Xiaochui said, becoming increasingly unreasonable, “I’d rather let them invest openly—”

"Then turn them into financial investors who only have the right to receive dividends but no say in the business! If they don't want to, they can get out!"

He grabbed the lunchbox from the table:
"Uncle, if you can't bring yourself to do it,"

"Wait for me to come back—you'll face the consequences!"

(End of this chapter)