The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 122 Trouble? The Fat Receptionist

Zhao Xiaochui slapped the actress's buttocks and then ran to wait outside the studio.

He used a heat therapy device to protect the actress's health and monitor her recovery progress.

The fat receptionist's request also meant that it had to be done quickly.

Zhao Xiaochui understood that no matter what you do, the longer it takes, the more likely it is that unexpected problems will arise.

After wiping away the sweat and changing his clothes, Zhao Xiaochui opened the gauze curtain on the glass wall of the studio.

Outside the glass wall, a lively scene comes into view.

The elderly people in the waiting area stared intently at him, muttering to themselves.

The newly recruited young ladies, led by Pan Xiaoli, maintained order.

In the massage parlor, some customers lying on the massage beds wanted to watch the excitement, but as soon as they were about to lift their heads, the masseuses pressed them back down.

Zhao Xiaochui looked around and found that all eight technicians had proper postures, which was obviously Da Qiao's doing.

The honest and reliable old technician was covered in sweat, sitting in the most standard tiger-riding stance, and earnestly giving the customer a massage.

The guest is already asleep. The fact that the beginner-level Tiger-Taming Posture technique can make the guest fall asleep shows that Da Qiao is already a master-level massage therapist when it comes to cervical spondylosis.

It's time to raise prices!

Zhao Xiaochui made a decision in secret.

Thinking of this, the impeccably dressed superstar walked out of the room.

Her expression was complicated; she wanted to reprimand the boy, but couldn't bring herself to speak.

She just raised her arm outwards significantly without feeling any pain. Who can say that spanking her isn't treatment?

If it were anyone else, she would have called the police and filed a lawsuit long ago.

"Ms. Wang, I am still young. Please wear more normal clothes in the future."

Zhao Xiaochui had no idea what this woman with a wasp waist and perky butt was thinking. With the added prestige of being a top star and a movie queen, she still dared to wear that kind of underwear. Was she afraid of something going wrong?

After saying this, Zhao Xiaochui, despite the actress's disapproving look, gestured for them to follow.

Outside the door, Jiang Ying, who was being greeted by Sister Hua, was waiting patiently.

It was late afternoon. Under the blazing sun, apart from the dedicated reporters and enthusiastic fans, there were hardly any people left outside the leisurely gate.

After seeing the big star off, Jiang Ying answered a few more questions from reporters and then walked back to normal with a relaxed pace.

Jiang Ying dismissed the financial reporter and then followed Zhao Xiaochui back to the studio.

"Thank you, Ms. Jiang." Zhao Xiaochui personally served Jiang Ying tea to express his gratitude.

Jiang Ying shook her head inwardly. She hadn't expected that the favor she had done for Wang Churan would be used on the spot, and that she would even personally cover for the big star.

"Do you know how much more valuable she can become just by getting involved?"

Zhao Xiaochui asked curiously, "How much can it go up?"

Jiang Ying thought for a moment: "Currently, the commercial fee for a top-tier celebrity's single performance is generally between 300 and 600, but Wang Churan can reach 800."

"800 yuan?"

"800 million!"

Zhao Xiaochui was speechless. The old sanitation worker outside the door earned less than 3000 yuan a month. Even if she didn't eat or drink, based on the average lifespan of 77 years in China, it would take her three lifetimes to save up that amount.

And that big star only needs to stand on the stage for a maximum of three hours to earn that much.

A superstar stands on the stage, radiating glory.

The sanitation worker stood under the scorching sun, watched by others—she wore a tracking device on her wrist to determine if she was cleaning. Zhao Xiaochui's expression was complex: "I'm going to raise her price!"

Jiang Ying could tell from the tone of those words that there was no yearning for wealth, but rather a strong sense of indignation.

As for who she felt indignant about, she had no curiosity. A young, impetuous man dared to name his shop a relaxed, leisurely one; let him live in his own fairytale.

After all, with his abilities, he deserves it.

However, out of personal consideration, she still wanted to kindly offer this reminder.

"Zhao Xiaochui, once this trending topic ends today, we should start making some preparations."

Zhao Xiaochui asked curiously, "What are you preparing?"

Jiang Ying took out a business card and placed it on her desk: "Be prepared for trouble. Trending topics represent traffic, and traffic means concentrated wealth. There will inevitably be envious people coming to our door."

Zhao Xiaochui took the business card, and the various titles on it made his eyes dizzy.

He scratched his head in frustration: "I'll just ignore them when they come to my door."

Jiang Ying smiled and said, "Reports, smears, suppression of public opinion, traffic blocking, resource squeezing, harassment, supply chain disruption, internet celebrity extortion... Technician Zhao Xiaochui, being young is not the problem, the problem is not recognizing reality. Please remember, we are now in the mobile internet era."

Zhao Xiaochui thought of the online trolls from major companies he had seen before his rebirth, and nodded gratefully to Jiang Ying: "I understand, thank you, Ms. Jiang."

Jiang Ying simply shook her head, pointing to the business card and saying, "If Easy Slow Travel can accept my investment, even just 10%, then none of the troubles I mentioned will ever happen." Zhao Xiaochui glanced at Sister Hua beside him, who shook her head and said nothing.

"Ms. Jiang, I assure you, if it's easy to accept investment, you'll definitely be the first one."

Jiang Ying got the answer she wanted, smiled, and stood up: "Then I'll wait for your good news."

After seeing off the distinguished guest, Zhao Xiaochui finally relaxed. He stretched and asked with a smug look, "Sister Hua, how much was the big star's advance payment?"

"That's our store's pre-deposit limit, 200 million."

After delivering the good news, Hua Jie's face showed worry.

“Little Hammer, Jiang Ying just wanted to buy my shares.”

Zhao Xiaochui paused.

Sister Hua quickly added, "But I ignored her. Little Hammer, I plan to transfer my shares to you after the future dividends recover the investment, and I will only keep 10% for myself."

She raised her hand to stop Zhao Xiaochui from speaking, and smiled gently.

“Even if I only keep 10% of the shares, I’ll still make a huge profit. Any more than that,” Sister Hua shook her head and said with a wry smile, “I really can’t handle them.”

She had no idea how the chubby landlady at the front desk dealt with the people who came to her door; in any case, she herself was having a terrible headache.

Hua Jie had to give Zhao Xiaochui a list: "There are review and group-buying platforms that want to join; there are companies that have come to us seeking cooperation and asking us to join; there are potential investors; and there are companies that want to acquire us."

“There were well-intentioned ones, malicious ones, and ones whose attitudes were unclear.”

Zhao Xiaochui took the list and looked at it. There were big companies and platforms, high-end spa chains, and the titles of the investment institutions and individuals were all impressive.

"I just want to make some money peacefully, why is it so difficult?"

Hearing Zhao Xiaochui's complaints, Sister Hua just smiled slightly. Others can make money steadily by running a small shop, but how can you be steady when you're acting so exaggeratedly?

"Little Hammer, if there's any trouble, Sister Hua will do her best to hold them off..."

“Sister Hua,” Zhao Xiaochui put his arm around Sister Hua’s shoulder, “You just stay on the second floor and rest easy. I’ll handle anything that comes up.”

Zhao Xiaochui had no idea how to handle the trouble he encountered, as he had never experienced any of the problems Jiang Ying mentioned.

All he knew was that this time it wasn't just some street thug.

However, when soldiers come, generals will block them; when water comes, earth will dam it. If there are no generals and earth, then bring out the fat front desk!
(End of this chapter)