The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 98 The First Time Speaking

Zhao Xiaochui smiled gratefully at Sister Qian, his right hand unconsciously grabbing the hem of his T-shirt, squeezing the fabric into a crease, his knuckles turning white from the force.

In both his lives, he had never asked anyone for help.

"Sister Qian, um... there's something... something really urgent..."

In his mind, these people really didn't owe him anything. He had received a full prepayment for the new store and was paid for each service. The two sides were equal.

As for mutual morning exercise instruction, that's just a side job, nothing serious.

But he had to ask someone for help.

"what's up."

Looking at his nervous appearance, Sister Qian wanted to laugh, but felt more heartache. She knew about the boy's simple background, but she didn't know what he had been through.

What should have been a simple little thing has become such a difficult situation for the child.

"Sister Qian, let me do it~"

At this moment, a middle-aged woman, no, an aunt, wearing a tracksuit walked out of the crowd. She still had a straight posture, and the jade pendant that could be faintly seen around her neck swayed gently with her steps, highlighting the fine lines at the corners of her eyes and exuding a touch of nobility.

"Little Hammer, my name is Zhang Minghua."

Graduated from Shanghai University of Finance and Economics with a degree in Accounting in 85, and pursued an MBA at Aurora University in 95.

National First-Class Senior Accountant, CPA, and National Outstanding Manager.

Before 05, I worked my way up to CFO in the finance department of a large state-owned enterprise.

Prior to this year, he was the Asia-Pacific Financial Control Director for a Fortune 500 company.

I retired this year but was rehired as a financial advisor, primarily focusing on tax risk management.

"..." Zhao Xiaochui chuckled awkwardly and rubbed his hands. "Aunt Zhang, our shop can't afford to hire you."

Her annual salary alone could probably fill all the vacancies in the easy and slow travel industry, and still have more than half left over.

"I'm applying for the position of accounting supervisor. The annual salary is only 1 yuan. If you agree, I can build a complete accounting team for you within 24 hours."

If Zhao Xiaochui had been in the workforce for many years, she would have discovered the key point in this strong woman's words—the extent to which she had become so understanding.

This resume, applied for an accounting supervisor position instead of a CFO, is clearly motivated by Zhao Xiaochui's own interests, and is somewhat humble.

"I have only one request."

Retired businesswoman Zhang Minghua raised her finger, her eyes revealing longing.

What are the requirements?

"They have the right to enjoy all the hidden benefits of internal employees."

Zhao Xiaochui: "Isn't this what we should do?"

"Little hammer."

At this moment, another middle-aged woman, no, another auntie stepped forward.

Zhao Xiaochui then realized that although they were called "grandpas and grandmas," the members of the morning exercise mutual aid group generally looked younger than their peers.

Zhou Yaqin graduated from the Department of Financial Management at the Central University of Finance and Economics. She is a senior accountant, CPA, and CIA.

He worked at the Funds Settlement Department of the People's Bank of China until he reached the section chief level, then at the deputy director level of a petroleum funds management office, and before retirement, he was the deputy director of funds management for the Greater China region of a Fortune 500 company.

I am applying for the cashier position, and my requirements are the same as the previous colleague's.

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui opened and closed his mouth, mechanically closing it, his swallowing motion somewhat sluggish.

Although he couldn't understand many of the terms the two were using, he knew that this shouldn't be the resume of a retired woman from Fatou.

"You don't live here, do you?"

Zhang Minghua: "I am at Wancheng Huafu."

Zhou Yaqin: "I am from the Central Villa District."

Zhao Xiaochui: "How did you guys know about this place?"

Zhang Minghua and Zhou Yaqin smiled without saying a word.

Zhao Xiaochui waved his hand weakly: "We start work at nine. As long as we finish our daily tasks, we have free time after get off work."

"I don't know what hidden benefits are. Let me hire some outside help, and then you can discuss it together."

He may not be very knowledgeable, but he knows that salary and benefits systems require cross-departmental collaboration to develop.

The female HR person knows best which departments and positions are involved.

Once the mouth opens, it will open a second time, a third time...

Nothing to be embarrassed about.

After finishing his morning exercise, Zhao Xiaochui didn't go to the police station for lunch; instead, he returned to his old shop with soy milk and steamed buns.

He would eat like this every day from now on. It was just a few steps away, requiring little effort, and he could keep an eye on the fat receptionist's movements at any time.

During her daily routine check-up, she showed no signs of fever; she seemed like an ordinary, average person.

Rather than the personnel from special government departments that I speculated about.

This is what he couldn't understand at all.

Why are you staring at me like that?

The chubby receptionist, who was enjoying her xiaolongbao (soup dumplings), suddenly felt a bit nauseous when she saw Zhao Xiaochui, whose face was filled with confusion.

"Oh? It's nothing, it's nothing."

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head repeatedly to cover his face.

The chubby receptionist rolled her eyes at him and took another sip of soy milk.

Did you not sleep last night?

"Ah! Huh?"

Fat receptionist: "Oh, what? Our system backend can monitor it in real time."

"Oh," Zhao Xiaochui nodded in response, having learned something new, "It's just that the new store is a bit short-staffed. I thought of a solution for a while."

The chubby receptionist swallowed the last bite of her xiaolongbao and suddenly asked, "Do you feel like I'm pressuring you?"

That's right!
Zhao Xiaochui inwardly scoffed, but outwardly maintained a vehement denial: "No, no, how could I possibly have such thoughts?"

The chubby receptionist glanced at him sideways until Zhao Xiaochui lowered his head.

"Since you came, there have been more and more customers, until we can't even fit everyone in the restaurant every day. Is that because of me?"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head.

"You were supposed to be teaching your colleagues skills, but now you have even more customers. Is that because of me?"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head.

"When I said I wanted to open a new store to alleviate the problem, you agreed, right?"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head, then realized what he meant and nodded.

"You're going to teach the girls about spa treatments, not because I asked you to, right?"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head.

"You've been showing off outside time and time again, it wasn't because I instigated you, was it?"

Zhao Xiaochui chuckled foolishly.

Of course he knew that the fat receptionist had been cleaning up his messes.

Why didn't I do this before I was reborn?

No, it was the same before I was reborn!
Zhao Xiaochui learned to think from multiple perspectives from his previous experiences.

He suddenly realized that what he needed before his rebirth wasn't someone to clean up his mess, but a hot, filling meal.

Whenever I needed him, that chubby figure would appear.

"Little Hammer, have something to eat, and turn the light on when you're reading. Fatty isn't short of money..."

His chubby sister never pressured him!
Looking at the chubby receptionist sitting there all alone, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly felt a pang of sadness:

"Sister Pang, when you have time... please go home and visit your family... if they've done anything wrong... actually, it's not a big deal. If they're unwell, please bring them to me for a checkup, right... right?"

The plump receptionist slowly turned around, looked up at the face that resembled the person in her memory so closely, and murmured:
"Little hammer, aren't you family?"

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I'm on my way to work, and it's still early.

Zhao Xiaochui looked around; there was no one there.

He hopped on his left foot, looked around, but saw no one.

I hopped on my right foot, looked around again, but there was still no one there.

So, with a bright smile on his face, he skipped and hopped to work.

Just like when his mother was still alive, he would skip and hop home from school.

With family members to care for me, my commute to work is always a happy one.

Just to clarify for readers who are still concerned about the authenticity of online novels: the author suffers from many chronic illnesses and, due to financial constraints, cannot verify the veracity of various high-end products and new technologies. Regarding the effects of professional massage techniques described in the book, Zhao Xiaochui's traditional Chinese medicine internal energy massage increases effects by approximately 50%-150%. As for the "golden finger" being a life converter, that's beyond the scope of this discussion.

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