The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 64 I Want to Know Why

The next morning, Zhao Xiaochui opened his eyes and began massaging Liu Li.

When that sweet smile finally appeared, he breathed a heavy sigh of relief; Liu Li's psychological problems were finally cured.

He happily prepared breakfast.

This incident, which should have caused a huge uproar in the psychology community, was so casually dismissed by him.

Massage parlor.

The chubby receptionist took out the file folder one last time; this time, there was very little information.

"That's all." She was referring to the documents; if the brat continued to cause trouble, even her former boss wouldn't be able to withstand the local government's outburst.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded in agreement: "It's time to end this. It's not good to keep scaring the kids."

Aren't you a brat too?

The chubby receptionist twitched her lips and asked, "Have you encountered anything before?"

Zhao Xiaochui tilted his head and tried hard to recall what he had done before he turned 19, besides trying to survive. In the end, he achieved nothing, and the village committee and school took good care of him.

Although we weren't exactly worry-free about food and clothing, we were truly well-fed and clothed.

On a grander scale, the country has truly done its best to raise him to adulthood.

So Zhao Xiaochui shook his head.

"Then put away that life-or-death expression."

The receptionist stopped pressing the issue when the child refused to say he was fat, but she still couldn't help but scold him.

"The Zhao family has come a long way over the decades, and their conduct and handling of this incident are commendable."

Every event is full of contradictions, but the chubby receptionist still hopes that young Zhao Xiaochui can gain more from it besides messing around.

After lecturing for a while, the chubby receptionist suddenly became a little embarrassed: "Um, I didn't tell you about them apologizing and backing down to others, did I?"

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at her sideways.

The overweight receptionist, enraged and embarrassed, threatened to hit the unruly child and chased him away.

"Zhao Xiaochui, don't rush when things happen. Stay calm. Solutions can be found by thinking them up, not by rushing them."

"Also, today is the last day of this nonsense. After we're done, we'll go to their rooftop tonight and wait for them."

"got it."

Zhao Xiaochui felt that Fatty Sister was just like Zhuge Liang in the story, who knew exactly what would happen in the future.

…………

At noon, southwest of Ciyun Temple Bridge on the East Fourth Ring Road, Lulu Restaurant.

Inside the largest and most luxurious private room, relatives and friends of the Zhao family gathered together.

The atmosphere of children playing and adults laughing and joking was gone.

The room was completely silent, and the delicacies on the table remained untouched.

“Tell me,” Old Zhao spoke first, “what should we do about this?”

"..."

No one answered.

Zhao Wuyou endured all sorts of gazes, opened his mouth, and then closed it again in despair.

He wanted everyone to be patient a little longer; if that kid continued to cause trouble, no matter who spoke up for him, the government would have to take action sooner or later.

But can people still tolerate this?
Zhao Wuyou is already socially dead. If he continues to hinder his relatives and friends from getting promoted and making money, and especially the safety and education of his descendants, then his life is over.

Zhao Wuyou slowly stood up and nodded amidst the expectant gazes of his relatives and friends:

"This matter..."

"Bang~"

Suddenly there was a loud noise.

The ceiling directly above the luxurious dining table suddenly exploded.

A human body covered in grease and mud crashed down with a thud, accompanied by a shattered ceiling.

"Wow~"

"Duang~"

Zhao Xiaochui landed squarely in the center of the dining table, his head spinning slightly.

However, the mess of delicacies on the table brought him back to his senses. He had never even heard of these dishes, let alone eaten them. He swallowed hard and, to the astonishment of everyone in the room, climbed off the table.

In full view of everyone, he removed the vegetable leaves from his head and casually picked up a dagger-shaped piece of plate.

At this moment, the restaurant manager rushed in, apologizing repeatedly, and then angrily shouted at Zhao Xiaochui:

"what's wrong with you?"

"I got lost while cleaning the chimney."

What the hell are you doing, getting lost? Does the chimney even have an intersection?! Are you cleaning your restaurant's chimney during the middle of the day, the peak customer season?!
Zhao Wuyou felt like he was going crazy. He gasped for breath and impulsively grabbed the steak knife from the table, but then froze. Zhao Xiaochui was looking at him with a calm expression.

Zhao Wuyou suddenly realized that making him lose his mind was this kid's ultimate goal. Losing his mind wasn't the problem; there were others here. The most terrifying thing was whether this out-of-town kid had some kind of intelligence network supporting him.
The party was decided on short notice, and it only took one night from the start of the organization to the whole family getting together!
Who's the powerful figure behind this kid?

Supported by his eldest son, Mr. Zhao walked over. He calmed the restaurant manager, who was angrily berating Zhao Xiaochui and about to call the police, and said he would take responsibility for the losses. Then, he looked at Zhao Xiaochui with a complicated expression. What his eldest grandson could think of, he could easily have thought of as well:

"Child, if there is anything wrong with our family, I apologize to you."

Old Man Zhao gestured for Zhao's father to let go, and slowly bowed to Zhao Xiaochui.

"dad."

"grandfather."

Zhao Wuyou's eyes turned completely red. She stopped her grandfather, who had always doted on her, from bending down, and stared at Zhao Xiaochui with eyes filled with the hatred of a life-or-death feud:
"Kid, you want to play, huh? Fine, I'll play with you..."

"Shut up."

"Wuyou, don't speak."

Looking at the pretentious family, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly felt a little lost. Why did it seem like they were the victims?
He wiped his hands clean with a napkin, took out his phone, pulled up the security camera footage from the KTV lobby a few days ago, and turned the volume up to maximum.
"Mr. Zhao, if the ladies have offended you in any way, I apologize on their behalf!"

In the video, Zhao Xiaochui is bowing and apologizing, and behind him are a group of girls with bruises and swollen faces.

Old Zhao was looking at his phone, Zhao Wuyou was looking at his phone, and their relatives and friends were also looking at their phones. Even the restaurant manager understood the young man's purpose and was also looking at his phone.

Then, everyone saw Zhao Wuyou in the video, who was completely different from how she was now.

Watching him dismiss Zhao Xiaochui's sincere apology with disdain, watching him arrogantly slap Zhao Xiaochui's face.

"..."

There's not much more to say. Zhao Wuyou deliberately caused trouble, and Zhao Xiaochui's side chose to tolerate it and sincerely apologize, which ultimately resulted in a full-scale retaliation.

Turning off his phone, Zhao Xiaochui tossed the ceramic shards he was holding onto the table, looked around at everyone, and asked with utmost sincerity:
"Out-of-town bosses, out-of-town hostesses, out-of-town massage therapists, what can I do when faced with locals like you?"

"If FL can't protect us, it can't protect you either!"

Zhao Xiaochui walked away covered in oil stains.

Zhao Wuyou collapsed to the ground, completely devastated.

He muttered to himself like a madman:
"We have all apologized."

"We all lost money."

"Are you still going on and on?"

"We have to be reasonable!"

"You can't be unreasonable!"

The restaurant manager stopped his rambling, held back for a moment, and then turned and left.

What the hell were you doing all this time?

That meal was well smashed!
…………

As the chubby receptionist once said, there is no dead end in life. Even if you lose everything and your family is destroyed, you must live for yourself—because as long as you live, there is hope for a turnaround.

The chubby receptionist also told Zhao Xiaochui to learn from the Zhao family's way of dealing with people.

Then he should learn from him and see if his jump before his rebirth was worth it!

In the dead of night, on the rooftop of Jinmao Mansion.

Zhao Wuyou had already climbed to the top of the steps. Below him was a hundred meters above the ground, and the howling evening wind tore at the city's neon lights in the darkness.

Zhao Xiaochui crouched quietly in the shadows of the corner, watching.

A gust of wind blew by, and Zhao Wuyou's body suddenly swayed.

"The door to the rooftop is open, so you're here, aren't you?" he suddenly asked.

Zhao Xiaochui thought for a moment, then stepped out of the shadows.

Ignoring the narrow steps beneath his feet, Zhao Wuyou moved and turned around, looking at the young man with a puzzled expression, and asked, "Why?"

"what why?"

Zhao Wuyou: "Why must we leave no room for maneuver and head towards a lose-lose situation?"

Zhao Xiaochui also wanted to know the answer to this question.

He took out a file folder from his shoulder bag, pulled out the thickest stack of documents, and started asking questions from the top page:
“Three years ago, there was a Mr. Wu who ran a cake ingredient business. He strongly expressed his willingness to repay the debt and said that he could get the payment in just three days. Why didn’t you wait three days before collecting the debt? Instead, you directly exposed his contact list, causing him to lose credibility and his business to fail?”

Zhao Wuyou tried hard to recall if it was his company that did it, and nodded, saying, "According to the outsourcing contract, we get a commission if we collect the debt within three days. After three days, it will be next month, and whether he pays back the money or not is none of our business."

Zhao Xiaochui nodded and continued looking at the documents: "You didn't get your debt back this time. After going bankrupt, Boss Wu went back to his hometown, got divorced, and developed an alcoholic disorder. He died of a cerebral infarction two months ago."

Zhao Wuyou: "..."

Zhao Xiaochui: "Two years ago, a doctoral student at a top university in Beijing immediately received his dissertation prize money to pay off his debts. You're using the same methods, also because of commissions?"

Zhao Wuyou recalled for a moment and nodded.

"That doctoral student dropped out and went home to live off his parents; he's currently suffering from severe depression."

(End of this chapter)