The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 493 Untitled
Even if many of those shareholder representatives are Chinese, and even if they may not know the reason behind the fake contract.

But a mistake is a mistake!
In Zhao Xiaochui's mind, when it comes to human life, there is no such thing as ignorance is no excuse!
If he were still that lowly beast of burden struggling to make ends meet in his previous life, he could simply shut himself in and live his life, ignoring the raging floods outside.

But now that he's already on the plate, and since he's sitting at the table, he can have his own rules.

So either the person who gave the order behind the scenes should be brought to justice, or everyone involved in this matter should be thoroughly investigated and punished. If the investigation in China fails, he doesn't mind coming back in person.

……

After a twelve-hour flight, Zhao Xiaochui, now known as the "Big Fat Man," arrived in Auckland.

Standing on this desolate island, which seemed to be at the edge of the world, Zhao Xiaochui couldn't understand what his compatriots, who had worked so hard to come here, were after—there wasn't a single neighboring country within a radius of 1,600 kilometers! If something really happened, there would be nowhere to run.

Some people boast that this place is the gatekeeper of the Five Eyes alliance, with a high standard for developed countries. But can this standard last forever?
More than two hundred years ago, in order to alleviate the risks of poverty, class antagonism, and social unrest in England, a bunch of poor people, troublemakers, and unemployment were dumped here, euphemistically called "developing the New World".

Two hundred years from now, will the social contradictions of capitalism have disappeared? Bullshit! This planet will have been divided up long ago; there won't be any new colonies left for them to pass the buck to.

What happens when a conflict explodes?
The chubby receptionist had described those two terms to Zhao Xiaochui, saying they were somewhat frightening, and he dared not think about them any further.

Humanity has developed to this point, yet a perfect social system has not yet emerged. In the end, capitalism will only result in wealth being concentrated in the hands of a few.

Those capitalists at the top of the food chain simply can't stop; if they don't exploit others, others will exploit them.

These Westerners may be able to use public opinion to turn most ordinary people into fools, label them as different groups, prevent them from uniting, and thus delay the outbreak of conflict.

However, Zhao Xiaochui doesn't need to unite with anyone else at all.

No matter how many security guards or violent organizations protect that mastermind, he will ultimately...

It's a person!

……

A used car was driving shakily on a suburban road in Auckland.

The Chinese driver glanced at Zhao Xiaochui's attire in the rearview mirror and curled his lip.
"Brother, is this your first time here? Want me to show you a way to make money?" He lowered his voice mysteriously, "I know a Chinese restaurant that rips off domestic tour groups. Mention my name and they'll get a 30% commission!"

Zhao Xiaochui didn't even bother to lift his eyelids, his head down as he scrolled through his phone.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaochui didn't respond, the driver awkwardly tried to add:
"Hey bro, you recently came from China? How's things going there?"

Zhao Xiaochui gazed at the farmland flashing past the window:
"The newly built asphalt road in my hometown leads directly to the village entrance, and prices are stable. As long as you don't have high demands for life, you don't have to worry about food and clothing."

"Tch~" the driver scoffed, "Want to have high expectations and a good life? You'll need money first~"

Zhao Xiaochui turned his head to look at the back of the driver's head:
“I have low standards,” he tugged at his clothes. “These shoes cost nine yuan and ninety cents, and my entire outfit costs less than a hundred yuan. I can get a new outfit every month.” “I bought a used electric bike frame for three hundred yuan and rent batteries for two hundred yuan a month. Although the dormitory is not very good, I have a plot of land in my hometown and the house is not small.”

In Beijing, the money I save on accommodation, transportation, and clothing allows me to eat out twice a month. A meal of stewed fish in an iron pot costs 88 yuan, and it even includes several large pork ribs!

"If you're not picky about food, a cup of milk tea or coffee costs 2.8 yuan, and a meal of spicy fried chicken with rice costs 4.6 yuan. Sometimes you can even get it for free!"

After saying this, Zhao Xiaochui stared at the back of the Chinese driver's head and asked:

"Are the prices here quite reasonable?"

The driver choked up: "..."

“By the way, I bought social security for myself,” Zhao Xiaochui continued, not letting him off the hook. “I like to go to the hospital for minor ailments. Although it’s crowded, I can get a check-up and prescription on the spot.”

"What about here? I heard there's free medical care. If I catch a cold, can I see a doctor before I fully recover?"

Chinese driver: "..."

Zhao Xiaochui raised his phone and waved it, chuckling, "I did some research before coming here and found that the median income here is 3800 New Zealand dollars. If you want to live comfortably, you need to be careful with your money. How is that any different from China?"

“There’s a difference.” The driver finally got his chance to make amends and said dismissively, “At least the people here aren’t being drained dry by their mortgage payments for the next twenty years.”

Zhao Xiaochui smirked: "Auckland's house prices must be quite affordable?"

"Even at its most expensive, it can't compare to Shanghai!" the driver blurted out, then quickly added, "...and Beijing!"

Putting Shanghai before Beijing, coupled with that soft, sweet accent—Zhao Xiaochui laughed:

"Are you from Shanghai, bro?"

The driver immediately straightened his back, his tone brimming with undisguised superiority:
“We’re a true old-school Huangpu District gentleman!” He patted the steering wheel proudly. “We rented out two apartments and used the rental income to buy a 300-square-meter house in Auckland—it couldn’t be more comfortable!”

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly chuckled:
Do you know why wealthy Japanese people have managed to survive a thirty-year financial crisis without collapsing?

"People earn money all over the world and then spend it back in China," he glanced at the driver, "unlike some people who suck the blood of their motherland and fatten themselves up in foreign countries!"

The driver's face instantly turned a deep shade of red, and he slammed on the brakes, bringing the car to a stop on the side of the road. He turned and yelled:

"You little brat, you're looking for trouble, aren't you?!"

(End of this chapter)