The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 107 I still want

“We have indeed decided to investigate, but not against Director Yu, but against her two direct superiors.”

The staff member answered patiently, "When we were investigating the two people, Director Yu took the initiative to come to our door to explain the situation, and said that in order to save trouble, he asked us to investigate the huge advance payment as soon as possible."

If someone tells you something that should be kept secret, then it means that the matter was never supposed to be confidential.

“Young man, don’t overthink it,” Zhao Xiaochui’s work attitude seemed to have impressed the staff member, who told him the truth, “The prepayment is not just Director Yu’s expense. Do you know those big internet companies? They all have health care professionals in their companies.”

Zhao Xiaochui immediately understood that for an ordinary massage therapist, getting a job in a large company is a very good and stable job.

Yu Xiaoning's large fund invests mostly in high-tech companies, which are often riddled with problems.

"It may not be long before we need your store to send someone to our door."

The disciplinary committee member, who was satisfied, was seen off using traditional Chinese medicine internal energy massage. The last person was someone from a relevant department.

To say that this person and this person's company are related to the prepayment incident is purely far-fetched and an unsolicited connection.

The security camera in the corner of the massage parlor quietly rotated.

In the old massage parlor, the chubby receptionist quietly looked at his phone.

At the gate of Fatou Police Station, Old Lou put on his headphones.

In a certain part of Financial Street, Yu Xiaoning looked up from a document.

Many people were looking at the massage bed in the relaxing massage hall.

then……

"Ugh~"

Zhao Xiaochui vomited.

The intense, nauseating sensation of the heat reacted strongly in his body; Zhao Xiaochui had never felt so disgusted before.

"The child is tired, help him to rest!"

Colleagues and regular customers swarmed forward, then the energetic young man disappeared in a large group.

Only mysterious and inexplicable staff members remained.

"Pfft~" Yu Xiaoning laughed so hard she almost fell over.

Old Lou smiled and took off his headphones. Now he was completely relieved.

As for the chubby receptionist, she stared at the person in the surveillance footage with icy eyes and muttered to herself:
"To disgust a child like that, are you a parasite, or an infiltrator connected to the gatekeeper?"

check!
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Zhao Xiaochui recovered quickly, and he even had lunch with the chubby receptionist on time.

He deliberately forgot about that guest, afraid that thinking about it again would disgust him.

Lunch was takeout from Da Ya Li Restaurant. Although I didn't cook it myself, it doesn't matter whether I cook it or not when I'm eating with my family.

"How much did this meal cost?"

The chubby receptionist rolled up some roast duck and ate it with her mouth full of oil.

Zhao Xiaochui grinned foolishly and rolled another one for her.

The chubby receptionist casually took it, stuffed it into her mouth, and asked indistinctly, "How much money do you have left in your pocket?"

Zhao Xiaochui took out his phone and glanced at his balance: "438 yuan."

The chubby receptionist rolled her eyes: "The rest were donated?"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded and said happily, "My junior high school will not be closed down. Instead, it will be merged with several surrounding junior high schools."

"And the children in the village won't need to stay at the school anymore. They and their classmates from the surrounding villages will be picked up and dropped off by a shuttle bus every day."

The chubby receptionist: "And you?"

"Me?" Zhao Xiaochui laughed even harder. "I told them something before, but no one took it seriously. After I donate the money, I'll tell them that the pigs raised in the mountains are native Chinese pig breeds. They'll go directly to the agricultural college to invite experts to do gene sequencing. Once that's confirmed, our hometown will have money too."

The chubby receptionist took the last roast duck roll and stuffed it into her mouth: "I'm asking you, how are you going to spend the rest of the month?"

“I’ll just use yours when I run out of money,” Zhao Xiaochui said matter-of-factly.

The chubby receptionist smiled broadly.

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Zhao Xiaochui spent the morning resolving the appointments with Lao Gu's clients. His body also recovered considerably, making him more than capable of handling the afternoon's spa treatments.

However, he doesn't always have female customers who come to his SPA. He spends most of his afternoons in his studio on the first floor, offering massage services starting at 888.

It's 8:30 p.m.

Relax and unwind in the most luxurious VIP room. After a spa treatment, Jiang Ying lazily climbs onto the massage bed.

There were no female technicians present this time.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced under the massage bed and quickly found the spot where the poop had been.

He grinned and walked to the massage bed, involuntarily observing the alluring body.

She lay supine on the bed, her slender body stretched out, her silk bathrobe half-open, revealing a patch of snow-white skin below her collarbone. Her waist was slender, its curves tapering at the waist and extending naturally at the hips, forming an alluring arc…

Zhao Xiaochui quickly shook his head, dispelling the demonic sound.

He got into position, his right hand poised to strike.

Since the sensory designer joined the company in the afternoon, Zhao Xiaochui didn't have to figure out the settings for the three major systems on his own.

This SPA service features a more scientifically designed lighting, music, and olfactory system that better suits the guests' psychological and physical needs.

The olfactory system alone is divided into top notes, middle notes, and base notes.

For Jiang Ying, the introduction of Himalayan pine fragrance can quickly induce her into a deep sleep.

The background music is "Dunhuang Restoration Music Score - Urgent Questions from a Foreigner", which, according to the sensory designer, has been shown to increase pain tolerance by 15%.

The visual system is a dynamic flickering candlelight, with a 2700K amber shadow waiting to take effect.

I don't really like Zhao Xiaochui because the atmosphere is too ambiguous, and it's completely testing his willpower.

He finally lowered his right hand.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage.

The palm-pushing method.

The Ren meridian is the sea of ​​Yin meridians.

Qihai acupoint.

"Oh~"

The alluring moans almost made Zhao Xiaochui lose his composure.

Jiang Ying didn't experience severe pain this time, but the Ren meridian involved too many sensitive areas. In this situation, she didn't need to fight herself, so she spoke without restraint.

The demonic voice rang in my ears again.

Zhao Xiaochui was drenched in sweat; he felt that he was sweating more from enduring the pain than from exercising.

"Follow my movements, get ready...to roll over."

Jiang Ying easily and quickly shifted into a prone position, at the cost of Zhao Xiaochui's entire body being soaked in sweat.

With a prepayment of 200 million, he had no choice but to do his best.

Massage with your fingers.

Foot Taiyang Bladder Meridian.

Eight acupoints on the sacrum.

"Hmm~"

Another groan.

However, Zhao Xiaochui could understand, because the woman's entire buttocks were covered by his hands.

This time, it was still the woman who paid; he touched her—oh, no, he massaged her.

It wasn't until Zhao Xiaochui slumped onto the bench, panting heavily, that the process of getting the price and service right was finally mostly over.

“I’ve looked at the medical monitoring data you uploaded,” Zhao Xiaochui said, panting. “The pelvic ultrasound is normal, the bone density data is optimistic, and the six hormones…”

Zhao Xiaochui paused for a moment, himself finding the effects of traditional Chinese medicine internal energy massage incredible.

(End of this chapter)