The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 105 The Expected Busyness Begins

After setting work goals and requirements, the two financial elites were put to work.

The time is 8:45.

Zhao Xiaochui spent more than ten hours resolving the most pressing hidden dangers currently facing the "Easy and Slow" system.

If those working at the very top knew about this kind of work efficiency, they would have to give it a thumbs up and praise it: Amazing!

If they knew that the employees who would soon be surrounding Zhao Xiaochui all possessed dazzling resumes, they would probably be so shocked that their eyes would pop out.

Zhao Xiaochui, however, was not aware of this. He was just subconsciously feeling exceptionally happy. The reason for his happiness had nothing to do with those things. It was simply because he had a new family and had temporarily solved the most pressing problem of taking it easy.

Back in the massage hall, two more customers who had booked Lao Gu arrived.

To their utter surprise, Zhao Xiaochui led the two elderly people by the hand into the massage parlor.

"Uncle Feng, Aunt Jia, Old Gu has resigned, so I'll be serving you both in his place today. Just so you know, the service time will be very short because I need to practice my internal energy."

Upon hearing that Zhao Xiaochui was going to use his internal energy, the two of them almost choked.

After calming down, the elderly couple nodded repeatedly; how could they possibly disagree?

The elderly men and women lay down on the massage beds.

Old Gu's main specialty is lumbar disc herniation, and the information they filled out included very detailed hospital diagnostic data and imaging reports.

Zhao Xiaochui only needs to follow the steps and apply a slight heat to give the two people a massage effect that is dozens or even hundreds of times greater.

And that only costs 88 yuan, what more could you ask for?

"Little Hammer, judging from the way things are going in the store, shouldn't we raise our prices?"

Old Feng, who was receiving a massage, had a job before retirement that was probably related to economics, and his opening topic was very insightful.

Zhao Xiaochui laughed upon hearing this: "Uncle Feng, we won't raise prices for our old neighbors, no matter who else we're raising prices for."

One sentence warmed the hearts of the elderly people in the studio:
"I still remember when I was wronged, you and Aunt Jia were waving the red flag so enthusiastically at the gate of the Beijing Sports Training Camp!"

"Hehe~" The elderly couple laughed shyly.

This kid is so honest that they dare not admit that they were just trying to join in the fun.

"Uncle Feng, Aunt Jia, most of our old neighbors have a pre-deposit limit of five thousand. Before we run out of money, even if Easy Slow Travel raises the price to the sky, our basic service will still start at 88. Could you please help me tell everyone?"

The elderly couple thanked them profusely and didn't press the issue by asking about the price later.

Even with such a luxuriously decorated shop, the owner needs to recoup their investment and make money to support their employees.

5000 can buy a basic massage of 88. The child has already done more than enough. To ask for anything more is to be ignorant and shameless!

After seeing Lao Feng off, my right hand, which was flowing with warmth, had just placed on Aunt Jia's lower back when it suddenly stopped.

"Aunt Jia, didn't you sleep last night?"

Aunt Jia replied shyly, "I played mahjong all night."

No wonder they arrived so early!

Zhao Xiaochui frowned, didn't ask any more questions, but took out his tablet, pulled up Aunt Jia's information and glanced at it.

"Aunt Jia, I need to contact your children."

Aunt Jia immediately became nervous and asked repeatedly, "Little Hammer, what's wrong with me?"

"A bulging lumbar disc herniation transforms into a free-floating type,"

Like cervical spondylosis, lumbar disc herniation also has absolute contraindications for massage.

This is especially important for guests who have this chronic illness.

Aunt Jia knew this, of course, and she had no ill intentions. She filled out the forms strictly in accordance with the requirements for a relaxed and slow pace.

The change in her condition was something she brought upon herself later!

"Little Hammer," Aunt Jia stammered, "my child works so hard every day, just to earn a little money to survive..."

Zhao Xiaochui sighed: "Aunt Jia, your son is the chairman of the board."

"..."

Aunt Jia buried her head in the massage bed, no longer uttering a sound. "I could have kept quiet and quietly repositioned the nucleus pulposus," Zhao Xiaochui sighed, speaking his mind—he was in a good mood today, after all. "But if it's done this time, what about next time?"

Aunt Jia: "..."

"You're not young anymore, Aunt Jia. You can't tell me the truth and you can endure the severe leg pain and lie here. Can you endure the shock caused by the excruciating pain?"
And what are the consequences of this?

Upon hearing this, Aunt Jia buried her head even deeper.

At this moment, the previously noisy massage parlor gradually quieted down.

People perked up their ears.

There was still some time before the restaurant opened, so the lobby was mostly filled with regular customers and colleagues, so Zhao Xiaochui spoke without much restraint:
"The consequences are minor: being forced to close down for rectification and being punished, or even facing civil or criminal charges against me. What we're really concerned about is if you become paralyzed. How are we supposed to explain this to your children?"

"..."

"Aunt Jia, it's only eighty-eight yuan! My colleagues are all visually impaired, they really can't afford to compensate you for the losses you suffered in this accident!"

No wonder roadside massage parlors always rip people off; no amount of money can compensate customers like that.

After Zhao Xiaochui finished speaking, he began to adjust the angle of the massage bed until Aunt Jia's head was lower than her feet at about 30 degrees before he stopped.

Then, he slapped her lower back.

"Ah~"

"Cough cough cough~"

A scream followed by violent coughing.

The black liquid was coughed up, and the observant waitress quickly ran to the tool room.

Once Aunt Jia had completely calmed down, Zhao Xiaochui raised his right hand again, and a warm current flowed in.

The palm-pushing method.

膀胱经
The right hand begins to touch the lumbosacral region.

The surging heat clearly reflected Aunt Jia's internal condition: the adjustment of her body position and the reflex of coughing caused the nucleus pulposus to shift in place.

This time, the heat flow acted directly, restoring the newly formed lesions of the guests under my hands to their original positions.

Zhao Xiaochui immediately stopped, the whole thing taking less than a minute.

"..."

In the silent massage parlor, everyone stared at the two in shock.

Only the waitresses were diligently cleaning up the clump of black blood that had been vomited out.

"Pfft~"

Sweating profusely, Zhao Xiaochui gritted his teeth and used his hands to support his body.

"Aunt Jia, your prepayment will be refunded. Please... don't come again."

After saying this, Zhao Xiaochui patted the old lady a few more times, and a slight warmth flowed in, which could be considered as fulfilling this sentiment.

Then, he turned and staggered away.

At this time, Relax and Slow Travel had not yet opened for business. Even if it had, customers would have to wait for it!

The chubby receptionist once warned him never to overestimate human nature.

Today, he finally understood the profound meaning of those words.

…………

This day will be very busy, and Zhao Xiaochui is well prepared.

He doesn't prepare himself mentally beforehand, because no matter how busy he is, he always maintains enthusiasm and dedication.

Aunt Jia's matter only had a slight impact and wouldn't ruin Zhao Xiaochui's good mood for the day. After drying off and changing his clothes, it was time to open for business.

Today, the client assigned to Lao Gu was completely transferred to Zhao Xiaochui's account in the back-end system. Just like winning the lottery, under the envious and jealous gazes of others, he entered the studio with a minimum charge of 888 for only 88.

The vast majority of them lived in poverty. There were many rich people in the capital, but even more poor people, not to mention that this was a dilapidated street called Fatou.

(End of this chapter)