The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 112 The Dilemma, the Good Fortune Brought by the Girls

The mouth is a knife; it can kill without drawing blood!

The female manager's words tore away the pretense of the men present.

Liu Yong blinked, remembering the special staff member who had appeared beside him at the opening ceremony and demanded that the video be deleted, and he tightly shut his mouth.

Ma Jinquan thought of Lao Gu, the only blind masseur he had successfully poached.

Then he disappeared.

They've disappeared.

The.

Yan Xiao had also made plans. He was applying to headquarters for subsidies to target Easy Slow Travel, which was unwilling to use their platform and were being exploited by them. They were joining forces with similar foot massage parlors around Fatou to subsidize and lower prices to suppress Easy Slow Travel!
It's not scary for one person to be technically skilled; what's scary is when that person can make a group of people technically skilled.

They never expected that the relaxed and leisurely opening of the store would have such an impact on the circle of the wealthy.

He only has one store now. What will happen when that group of people are trained?

Perhaps we should pay more attention to it?
……

Zhao Xiaochui never expected that he would be targeted by someone just a few days after opening his business.

He finally understood the importance of balancing work and rest, and reduced the number of appointments he could receive through the reservation system. As a result, although there were fewer customers, he didn't have any free time.

He spent the entire day buried in that complicated case file.

Does sports rehabilitation treat depression?

He hasn't learned about this yet and doesn't know for the time being, but he believes in science.

He doesn't have many spa clients, so after finishing his work on the first floor, he would take some time to go up to the second floor to discuss things with the new sensory designer.

This was a handsome young man, and Zhao Xiaochui had a good impression of him because he, like herself, had also studied hard all the way.

I've spent the money, completed all the training and obtained all the certificates, and done everything I could at work, but after moving between several top-tier stores, I can never get the title of "Chief".

He was given a relaxed and easy path. Although he was currently a lone commander, his annual salary of 40 yuan, which increased proportionally year by year, was in line with the status of a chief executive.

The top-notch treatment wasn't what made him decide to come here; besides the introduction from a close relative, it was also because he had heard of Jiang Ying.

This made Zhao Xiaochui realize the importance of top-tier customers once again, and he became even more attentive to Madam Jiang.

Zhao Xiaochui also really likes the name of the sensory designer, finding it particularly artistic.

Li Muqingfeng.

The artsy sensory designer looked flustered: "Boss, I don't have time to discuss this! The men's area is packed, and there's only a quarter of an hour until the next guest arrives. I've only designed half of his sensory plan."

"Also, who designed the reserve plan for fragrance system consumables and copyrighted music when the store opened?"

Zhao Xiaochui timidly raised his hand.

"..." Li Muqingfeng took back the swear words in his mouth, and then very awkwardly changed the subject: "Boss, the lighting system designed by the programmer was just stolen from the Internet and copied verbatim. Tell him to give me back the permissions and hire an assistant."

Zhao Xiaochui nodded repeatedly: "Yes, I'll recruit right away. I'll post the job information in the group right now."

Li Muqingfeng nodded in satisfaction, then remembered Zhao Xiaochui's identity and hurriedly gave him an awkward, ingratiating smile.

Then, he noticed that Zhao Xiaochui was giving him the same smile.

Li Muqingfeng: "..."

Before, none of my superiors, store managers, or bosses had ever smiled at me like that.

Even though they know they did it all, they still won't even give them a smile.

So Li Muqingfeng said in the gentlest tone, “Boss, don’t worry.” He pointed to the medical record in Zhao Xiaochui’s hand and comforted him, “As long as you can replenish our reserves before you finish designing the pre-treatment course, I guarantee that the sensory system will play its maximum role.”

Zhao Xiaochui stared with inquisitive eyes: "For example?"

He hasn't given up and wants to discuss the troublesome cases.

"Ahhh..." Li Muqing frantically scratched his flowing hair. Liu Li couldn't stand it anymore and dragged Zhao Xiaochui into the VIP room.

There were six girls in the room, including Liu Li.

They giggled as they removed Zhao Xiaochui's shirt and pushed him down onto the massage bed. The girls rushed forward, awkwardly massaging him to relax him.

Zhao Xiaochui sensed their affection and lay quietly without moving.

"You look so anxious, is the guest's problem very serious?" Liu Li asked softly, rubbing his temples.

“The seriousness isn’t the problem; the problem is that it’s very complicated,” Zhao Xiaochui replied in a muffled voice.

"If it's complicated, can it be resolved in a day?" Liu Li's personality has always been to stay away from trouble; if there is real trouble, she would rather avoid it.

"It's rare for Fatty to ask for help, so we have to solve it no matter how troublesome it is."

Zhao Xiaochui's tone left no room for argument.

The six girls looked at each other, and finally their eyes all fell on Liu Li.

Liu Li pursed her lips and asked hesitantly, "Is there anything we can do to help?"

That was a lie. In her eyes, even Zhao Xiaochui found it difficult, so she didn't think she could be of any use.

Zhao Xiaochui sensed her insincerity and chuckled inwardly, but still accepted her kindness: "It would be great if any of you knew Pilates."

Liu Li looked up at the others, and they all shook their heads.

Pilates classes cost thousands or even tens of thousands of yuan each; they never had the money to learn them before.

Little Deer asked, "Little Hammer, why do you insist on Pilates?"

Zhao Xiaochui explained, "Postoperative rehabilitation for customers requires teamwork. She has compensatory scoliosis, which Pilates can improve."

He paused, then complained in a low voice, "I don't know why she doesn't go to Ruijin Hospital in Shanghai or Amcare Hospital in Beijing, but insists on coming here. I don't know if she's just bold or reckless."

Except for Liu Li, the other girls all laughed.

"Little Hammer," Xiao Lu let go of his leg and poked him, "Don't you use Weibo?"

Zhao Xiaochui replied in a muffled voice, "I've heard of it, but I've never used it."

Xiao Lu wasn't surprised. She explained, "The recent trending topic was about Jiang Ying, who had 'disappeared' for a while, suddenly appearing at a listed company's shareholders' meeting to preside over the meeting."

Linglan interjected, "Someone on my WeChat Moments was bragging that the company's stock hit its daily limit that day."

Zhao Xiaochui remained silent.

"Little Hammer, even the chairman of a listed company is looking for you, so why can't others?" Linglan loosened her grip on his leg, poked him, and asked, puzzled:
"And why does it have to be Pilates? Your six-syllable mantra is perfectly fine."

The girl didn't understand the difference between Eastern health preservation techniques and Western exercise systems, nor did she understand the difference between traditional Chinese medicine's meridian theory and Taoist guiding techniques and Western anatomy and biomechanics, but her words gave Zhao Xiaochui a lot of inspiration.

She rubbed her lower abdomen with a satisfied smile: "These past two days I've been learning the 'hu' technique for massaging my abdomen from Xiaolu and Liuli. Although it doesn't feel the same as what they described, my stomach feels much more comfortable. I can eat my fill without gaining weight."

Zhao Xiaochui's heart skipped a beat: "What do you feel when you massage a guest's abdomen?"

Linglan thought for a moment: "I can feel the essential oil being absorbed by the guests, but I can't perceive the depth of penetration like they do."

Zhao Xiaochui had a vague idea—was it because he wasn't guiding her during practice?

He rolled out of bed, pressed Liu Li onto the massage bed, and almost instinctively unhooked her bra when he lifted her shirt, but thankfully he stopped in time.

He dripped a few drops of single-ingredient lavender essential oil onto Liu Li's abdomen, pulled Lily of the Valley to the bedside, stood behind her, and reached out to support her hips.

"Liu Li, use the 'hu' breathing technique. Xiao Lu, you're on the other side, find the rhythm." The two immediately did as instructed.

Zhao Xiaochui observed carefully, and after their breathing and techniques were synchronized, he leaned close to Linglan's ear and said, "Let's get started."

Linglan's hand landed on Liu Li's abdomen, initially abruptly, but quickly blending into the rhythm. Gradually, her expression changed from serious to surprised, and finally to shocked.

"I can feel it!" she exclaimed in surprise.

(End of this chapter)