Financial freedom starts with the pursuit of a cool female doctor

Chapter 129 Wang Wei Heads to the Execution Ground

"You mean Ah Hao? I don't know either. I asked him a few times before, but he was always mysterious and wouldn't tell me, saying he wanted to prepare a surprise for us."

Wang Wei shrugged helplessly and spread his hands:
"As you know, they're rich kids, they don't have to worry about food or clothing, and they don't have to struggle like we do... Oh wait, that doesn't include you anymore."

At this point, Wang Wei looked at Zhuo Tong with a mixture of envy and admiration, almost as if he were saying, "I hate rich people."

"Anyway, the family has businesses, so it's definitely not about starting a business or anything like that."

"OK then."

Aside from getting to know Ah Hao's personality and character through daily life, the three of them actually had no idea what Ah Hao's family did for a living.

Because he is so low-key, he never shows off and refuses to reveal anything.

What's even more outrageous is that during her four years of university, she never spent money extravagantly; on the contrary, she was quite frugal. If you didn't know better, you'd think she was on a reality show.

Even before graduating from university, if I hadn't seen Ah-hao's family arrive in a brand-new Toyota Alphard to pick him up that day...

The servants even helped him carry his luggage, and they had no idea that Ah Hao was actually a rich second-generation.

For a while afterward, a trend of interrogating roommates became popular in the dormitory building.

After all, no one knows if they have a rich second-generation like Ah Hao hiding in their life.

It caused quite a stir, like they were catching a spy.

The funniest thing is that someone from another major actually found out.

"Ding Dong"

The elevator stopped on the fourth floor, and the doors slowly opened.

The sight that came into view instantly left Wang Wei speechless.

Unlike the extravagant and luxurious decorations of the foot massage parlors I've visited before, this parlor at the Wangting Hotel, although it also has similar ambient lighting, is completely different.

But the overall style is antique.

Small bridges over flowing water, rocks and gushing springs.

They even planted a small bamboo grove by the indoor window, and some people even sit in the pavilion among the bamboo grove to play the guzheng and pipa.

One word—elegant!

Seeing Wang Wei looking around, Zhuo Tong, the hands-off manager, felt a strange sense of satisfaction.
"Come on, let me show you around."

Since it's afternoon, there aren't many customers, so many decorations aren't open, and the instrument teachers aren't at work.

However, Zhuo Tong informed Wang Ying in advance that she was bringing her college roommates to spend money.

Originally, I just wanted to book the technician and room in advance, but I didn't expect Wang Ying to pull this stunt and go all out.

So he could only reluctantly put on a little show of bravado in front of Wang Wei.

"Dude, you've been working on these things for only four years since graduation."

Wang Wei sighed, his eyes filled with disappointment and frustration as he looked at Zhuo Tong, and said to him earnestly:
"Tongzi, the foot massage industry is too complicated. You can't handle these things. Let me handle it. I can handle it."

"Get lost, just tell me if you're going to wash or not. If not, I'm letting the technician rest."

Upon hearing this, Wang Wei immediately put on a playful, grinning expression:

"Wash, of course I'll wash."

Then, guided by the waiter, the two arrived at the VIP lounge.

Wang Wei sat down on the sofa with a smug grin, took off his shoes, and put on the club's special slippers.

Zhuo Tong didn't sit next to him, but sat down on a separate sofa, placing her hands on the armrests and her back against the soft cushions.

Seeing that he showed no intention of taking off his shoes, Wang Wei curiously urged him:
"What are you doing, sitting down here? I'm so worried, hurry up and change your shoes."

"What's the rush?" Zhuo Tong had just finished speaking when the club manager appeared at just the right moment.

Compared to last time, the manager deliberately wore heavy makeup and dressed more flamboyantly.

In particular, the already form-fitting long dress was specially tailored and processed, clinging tightly to the skin and perfectly outlining her curvaceous figure.

As usual, the manager knelt in front of Zhuo Tong and gently changed his shoes.

When she knelt down, the juicy, peach-like flesh beneath her pink dress stunned Wang Wei, who was standing next to her.

Why is there such a huge difference between people?

Both of them came to get a foot massage, but why could Zhuo Tong have a beautiful woman help him change his shoes, while he had to change them himself in a miserable state?

He held the shoes he had already changed into, unsure whether to lift them up or put them down.

My envy reached its peak, and I quickly realized:
"Damn rich bastard, how could I have almost forgotten that this Royal Court Hotel is his territory."

"No, I want the same treatment next time, or I'll sever my godfather-godson relationship with him."

Wang Wei secretly vowed to himself that he would put the shoes away properly.

Tears soaked the braised pork trotters rice; I vowed to earn five million.

When he returned to the VIP lounge, the club manager had already left with Zhuo Tong's shoes.

"Ah Zhuo, you're so heartless! How come you're the only one who gets pretty girls to serve you, while I don't?"

"Hehe, I'm just letting you feast your eyes. Once you're envious, you'll naturally want to get a membership."

"Alright, alright, so it was all your sales tactic. I'll take the loss!"

Wang Wei was filled with righteous indignation, looking as if he were about to raise a banner to denounce Zhuo Tong, but the next second he lowered his voice and asked:
"Um... how much does a membership cost?"

"Go to the front desk and do it yourself."

A moment later, the manager informed them that the technician and the room were ready, and then led the two to the VIP private room.

The two rooms were right across from each other, separated only by a corridor.

Before going in, Wang Wei nervously swallowed.
"Your place is so high-class, does that mean your masseuses are really skilled? What if I get ripped apart by her...?"

Zhuo Tong tilted his head and thought for a moment, trying hard to recall Xiao Yue's behavior last time.

Although her massage technique was very professional, she possessed at least 80-90% of the "basic massage" skills she had acquired from the system.

But the rest... well, that's a bit hard to explain.

Perhaps it's because they only ever add one hour, relying on their hard work to get rich, only attacking and never defending.

Therefore, I never considered allocating skill points to endurance and defense, which is similar to the extreme playstyle of a DPS or assassin in online games.

Before they could even exchange two blows, Zhuo Tong, a versatile player with excellent offense and defense and super long endurance, instantly defeated them.

So he casually said:

"It's alright, not particularly strong."

Hearing Zhuo Tong's assurance, Wang Wei finally felt relieved, fearing that he might really be taken advantage of by the technician.

This is Zhuo Tong's territory, and the employees are all his people. If word gets back to him, I'll lose face big time.

"That's good, I'm going in now."

"Don't worry about any extra charges, like medicine or something."

"Absolutely. If I don't fleece you, you rich bastard, today, I'll die with regrets."

Wang Wei turned and left, as if he had made up his mind.

(End of this chapter)