The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

All characters have appeared in Chapter 134.

The main door on the first floor was locked by Zhao Xiaochui.

After helping the young ladies onto the back of the "ghost fire" guy's bike, Zhao Xiaochui sat on the steps to think.

He couldn't understand how a massage therapist could be involved in national affairs.

He certainly knew that the essence of the matter was Fatty's personal grudges and feuds, but it also involved major national affairs.

Then, he got involved.

How fast can he go?
The superstar's current recovery speed is equivalent to the tacit collaboration of: a top surgeon from Peking Union Medical College Hospital, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, an authority on sports rehabilitation, a nutrition expert, and a top-level massage therapist.

Fortunately, his status as a big star makes people believe that he has a team that uses money to pave the way.

This is the limit of what he can do.

The chubby receptionist had taught him that anything done in excess is as bad as overdoing it.

Zhao Xiaochui was thinking about how else he could help.

He couldn't think of anything else besides getting the big star cured as soon as possible.

He got up dejectedly, patted his behind, and walked towards the old shop.

"stop!"

He hadn't gone two steps when he suddenly stood in the middle of the road, blocking the electric tricycle garbage truck.

In the driver's seat, the elderly sanitation worker was grinning foolishly at him.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at the Beijing license plate of the tricycle and the six huge trash cans behind the front of the vehicle, clearly indicating that it was used to earn extra money at night.

He asked helplessly:

"Aunt Ma, do you have a driver's license?"

The reason I call her "Auntie" is because the old lady is 48 years old this year, but she looks like an old lady.

The old lady didn't answer, she just stared at him and grinned foolishly—how could she possibly have a driver's license?

"Then please ride slower."

Enduring the stench emanating from the old woman, Zhao Xiaochui stood beside her, placing his right hand on her lower back.

A surge of energy flowed into his body, amplifying the heat.

He only let go when he felt it was about time.

If she continues to absorb more nutrients, the old lady will be able to straighten her back.

"Would you like to take a shower after you're done?"

"Water is too expensive."

What's the point of saving this money?

"For my grandson."

"Your son despises you, yet he gives money to his grandson to spend?"

"My grandson doesn't mind."

"Your daughter wanted to take you to see a doctor, why didn't she agree?"

"A married daughter is like water spilled from a bowl."

Zhao Xiaochui wanted to dump the trash can behind her on her head.

This illiterate woman had a miserable life. She had never done anything wrong or bad. Her only flaw was her preference for sons over daughters. Because of this one flaw, no one pitied her.

"I'll take a shower tomorrow morning."

"It's free. Go to the old shop for a wash, and I'll set your bones afterwards, if you don't mind being my first customer for bone setting."

"I mind, I mind!" The elderly sanitation worker nodded happily, but then shook her head repeatedly, "I don't mind, I don't mind."

"Come at 9 o'clock."

"Okay, okay."

"Remember to change into clean clothes."

The old lady patted her chest and said happily, "It's clean now, it was just changed today."

Zhao Xiaochui, unable to bear it any longer, stretched out his large hand like an aircraft carrier guide and shouted:
"go!"

The three-wheeled garbage truck disappeared in the blink of an eye.

The intensity of the heat flow also signifies how miserable this woman's life is, and that she can't even straighten her back yet.

However, this was Secretary Liu's job, and he did a good job getting this illiterate woman from out of town to work.

Zhao Xiaochui only cares about increasing the heat flow; if possible, he wants to become a superman overnight.

Then they arrested all the bad guys, stuffed them into that pile of shit, and made Jiang Ying lie on it and massage them every day.

When Zhao Xiaochui arrived at the old shop, he stopped in his tracks.

Through the glass door, he saw a figure resting on the front desk.

Suddenly, my nose started to sting.

Not daring to disturb him, he quietly turned and left.

Then, his body flashed away quickly.

"Duang~" The ceramic flowerpot made a really loud sound.

Zhao Xiaochui turned around helplessly and saw the chubby receptionist smiling and waving at him, signaling him to go and get some rest.

Zhao Xiaochui glared fiercely at the second floor.

Let's see how many basins you have to smash.

…………

Before midnight, Wang Churan updated her Weibo, which immediately became the number one trending topic.

She used her connections, and Jiang Ying's previous attempts to influence her were no longer effective; the previously suppressed trending topic regained its popularity.

"I ate a bit too much today."

Images, pictures

"I laughed a lot today too."

Images, pictures

"Young masseur, I know the answer to the question."

Thank you to everyone who waited for me. Goodnight, see you tomorrow.

#MysteriousMassageShop #GeneralAdministrationofSportsofChina #Qigong #SixSyllables
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The trending topic about the Best Actress only lasted one night, and the ranking changed the next morning.

However, the change wasn't entirely drastic; behind the rankings, you can still see the Best Actress's goodnight greeting.

This is a case of someone suppressing while someone else is promoting. The unreasonable ranking compared to the massive number of likes and replies can only prove one thing—the multi-party game of unknown identities has driven Weibo's management crazy.

Elena Chen, who lives in Hong Kong, is not very familiar with the unique Chinese microblogging platform, but she follows the actress, so she easily saw the goodnight post.

At the same time, her gene sequencing results also came in—combined with the previous test results, she was fully eligible for surgery.

Chen Linna looked at the photo of the Best Actress with great care. As a woman, she could certainly tell whether other women's smiles were genuine or fake, and genuine smiles could not be faked.

However, the actress's gloomy complexion and unpleasant eyes in her Weibo posts from the past two days were equally undeniable!

Two days, just two days!
Chen Linna was tempted.

She consulted her mother, who grew up in China, to confirm the expertise of the doctors at Peking Union Medical College Hospital.

The only problem is her identity—as a typical representative of an extremely anti-China banana family, what kind of impact will her identity have once she sets foot on that land?
Will this make some people open their eyes and see if the negative image they've heard about is really true in that land?
Will this affect my mother's political career?

As for the technology they possess, no one knows the specifics.

Those who have seen it only know that it is an advanced algorithm with some ingenious design.

Such algorithms are not uncommon at Stanford; some have become unicorn companies, while others have been replaced by newer and better algorithms.

Only Chen Linna herself knew what that code meant; as a believer, she believed it was a gift from God.

At that moment, as if divinely inspired, I typed out a piece of code.

That's not up to her level, even though she's considered a top student.

But when I looked back at that code after writing it, it was like a primary school student looking at calculus.

She couldn't even memorize the code, thinking that even if she did, she'd forget parts of it after a while. So she didn't dare delete the source code and always carried it with her—something she needed to consider!
"Just one more day, just one more day!"

Elena Chen muttered to herself, compared to a woman's looks and body, even divinely inspired code has to take a backseat.

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It's almost nine o'clock, at the old shop.

Visually impaired students who arrived early were cleaning the premises.

Zhao Xiaochui stood behind the chubby receptionist, carefully performing a full-body relaxation treatment for her.

"Fatty, you really have nothing to tell me?"

The chubby receptionist closed her eyes and said, "I'm not hiding anything from you. It's just a matter of whether you can figure it out. It's so obvious. If you still can't see it, then you're just plain stupid."

Zhao Xiaochui pouted: "All you ever do is look for opportunities to teach me a lesson."

At this moment, the elderly sanitation worker came out of the restroom. Her wet hair smelled of soap, but it still couldn't mask the odor of her clothes.

Faced with this person's stubbornness, the two were at a loss.

Zhao Xiaochui pointed to the camera above his head, and the chubby receptionist wiped his neck to indicate that the connection had been disconnected.

Zhao Xiaochui was relieved and gestured for the elderly sanitation worker to stand facing the wall.

The trainees cleaning were listening intently, while the only remaining veteran employee lay on the massage bed at the far end, engrossed in playing on his phone, seemingly oblivious to everything else.

"Aunt Ma, it might hurt a little, just bear with it."

"Master, Master, I, I'm not afraid of pain at all, please come and get me."

"Aunt Ma, call me Little Hammer."

"Little, little, master!"

"Bang bang~"

The negative energy that the elderly sanitation worker had accumulated over decades was swept away in an instant.

She straightened up.

(End of this chapter)