The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 136 The Big Show is About to Begin

Zhao Xiaochui hurriedly took out the tablet.

Shen Yan, who was getting a drink in the tea area, saw this and ran over.

"Boss, what's wrong?"

Zhao Xiaochui breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him:
"Brother Shen, could you please help me modify the reservation system?"

Shen Yan quickly took out his tablet and went to the backend, then looked at Zhao Xiaochui.

“The men’s department is not allowed to work overtime these days,” Zhao Xiaochui said, looking at his tablet. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that today’s reservations were not open. “Brother Shen, please adjust the reservation times according to each project. Everyone must ensure that they leave work on time at 10 p.m. sharp.”

"Customers who cancel their appointments will receive a complimentary personalized service... I'll do it!"

Zhao Xiaochui personally handled the treatment, and each session cost tens of thousands of yuan, which is much more substantial than the so-called deep compensation measures offered by top-tier SPA chains.

Shen Yan was not surprised by Zhao Xiaochui's decision not to make money and made adjustments decisively.

“Send a private message to all the support staff in the back office,” Zhao Xiaochui paused, then continued, “except for drivers and security guards, everyone else should leave work half an hour early.”

Employees in the finance and other office areas can leave work before six o'clock, so Zhao Xiaochui didn't give any special instructions.

He knew the chubby receptionist would take these things into consideration, but doing as much as he could was a form of psychological comfort.

The chubby receptionist's style is to tell you the background and details of anything she needs you to do; if she doesn't tell you anything, it means there's nothing else for you to do.

What does the chubby receptionist need Zhao Xiaochui to do?
Get the big star healed quickly.

That's all. If there were, she would have told him clearly and would never have let Zhao Xiaochui make wild guesses.

Zhao Xiaochui wanted to do more for her, but unfortunately he had no idea how.

Drawing strength from the elderly sanitation worker is like making preparations that may or may not be useful; strengthening oneself is always a good thing.

At this moment, he could only feel fortunate that even the four top special agents surrounding him said there was danger. What kind of danger was it?
Firearms? Mercenaries?
The image of the guerrilla team behind enemy lines appeared in Zhao Xiaochui's mind—a memory from his childhood. He rarely watched modern blockbusters and had a severe lack of information sources.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced in the direction of the old shop, resisted the urge to call the chubby receptionist, sighed deeply, and turned to get busy.

He had a premonition that the grand show orchestrated by the chubby receptionist had already begun.

…………

"How many girls accepted the durians?"

For the first time ever, Jiang Ying put aside her usual sharpness, letting her long hair fall loosely, wearing a loose linen shirt and simple jeans, making her look like an artistic girl who had run out of her art studio.

She looks so young, which is of course thanks to Zhao Xiaochui.

At this moment, she was sitting comfortably on the back of a small electric scooter, driven by her male assistant.

The electric scooter crossed the intersection and turned onto Jinchan North Road. The male assistant, who wasn't very skilled at riding the scooter, finally breathed a sigh of relief and replied:
"It's still uncertain. After I outlined my terms, quite a few girls were interested, but it's hard to say exactly how many will actually come through."

Jiang Ying smiled slightly, her bright appearance almost causing a young man passing by to crash his bike.

One is enough.

The male assistant saw the black curtain wall not far away and pulled over to the side of the road.

"Auntie, does it have to be this way?"

Jiang Ying jumped out of the car with a nimble movement, her actions like those of a playful young girl, showing no trace of a strong woman.

"The best way to beat up hot-blooded youths is to watch them live."

The male assistant shook his head helplessly, then looked expectant: "Auntie, I want to see it too."

Members who prefer a relaxed, slow-paced lifestyle simply cannot register.

The male assistant suspected that, given the store's current customer traffic, unless the trainees started working immediately, Easy Slow Travel would never be able to open for registration.

He hoped his aunt would succeed; he was also envious of the "morning erection" guy who had gone viral on social media these past few days.

Unfortunately, the privilege doesn't work for leisurely travel, but it does work for my aunt!
Thinking of this, his face filled with anticipation.

Jiang Ying smiled slightly and waved her phone. "Easy Travel only canceled the prepayment system, not the membership system. Come in with me."

As you approach, you can stroll leisurely and gradually more people appear. Small groups of people stand around, and because they are on duty in uniform, they are relatively well-behaved.

When someone approached to inquire, they were stopped by the tall, handsome part-time security guard.

On the electronic screen that allows for relaxed walking, text appeared for the first time, not as a store sign, but as a notice or reminder:
Relax and enjoy a member-only therapy space
Entry is for members with reservations only. Walk-in guests are not accepted at this time. We apologize for the inconvenience.
As Jiang Ying entered the gate, she showed her membership code despite the security guard's disapproving look.

The male assistant looked on nervously.

The part-time security guard had already recognized the member with the highest privileges, but was puzzled as to why she had become so young.

However, he did not say anything.

The guest from the second floor appeared on the first floor for the first time. As per the rules of the second floor, the guest did not speak, and neither did he.

This guest has the authority to bring in new guests.

And so, the male assistant finally got his wish and entered the long-famous...vegetable market.

In the bustling waiting area, the male assistant stared in disbelief at the elderly men and women chatting idly. He hadn't expected this high-end massage parlor to be so down-to-earth.

Two young female servers moved among the elderly, serving them complimentary tea and fruit. A blind server saw off one customer and then guided new customers into the massage hall from the waiting area.

Some parents brought their children, carrying fruit and finely packaged tea. Ignoring the young lady's polite refusal, they casually placed the items on the tea bar counter and then entered the glass-partitioned studio.

Through the glass, the male assistant saw the young masseur for the first time.

He wore a sweatband on his head, and his loose, custom-made clothes were soaked with sweat. He chatted with the parents for a couple of minutes with a smile, and then rubbed the child's face a couple of times.

The whole process took less than 5 minutes.

The parents left with expressions of gratitude.

Male assistant: "..."

"Just five minutes, 888 yuan."

Jiang Ying led him to a relatively quiet corner and casually said, "This should be a customer. The member price is fixed. If a new customer comes in, the price will be five times higher."

The male assistant nodded in understanding: "If you have real skills, making money is easy."

He didn't doubt that Zhao Xiaochui was a conman. Even though the glass door and curtain were drawn, he still saw the young masseur changing his clothes.

It was obvious that the clothes were soaked again.

"He looked quite young in his ID photo before, but how come he looks like he's only 23 or 24 years old now?"

The male assistant looked at Jiang Ying with suspicion, "Is it really like some people say, that this kid is risking his life?"

Jiang Ying shook her head with a complicated expression: "Call me selfish if you want, but I just feel that his abilities shouldn't be wasted on people and places like this."

The male assistant wholeheartedly agreed, believing that the energy unleashed by such a passionate young man under Jiang Ying's guidance would be unimaginable.

Here, he only gets 888 yuan for every bit of effort he puts in; but with Jiang Ying, he could earn hundreds of thousands or even millions for every bit of effort he puts in!
Those twelve girls were indeed very beautiful, but their experiences were hard to recount; as for Jiang Ying, countless highly educated, intelligent, pure, and beautiful women were at his disposal.

Pity.

The male assistant glanced at his watch; the openwork gold watch caused a change in the expressions of some of the guests who were observing the scene.

Miss Pan Xiaoli stepped forward nervously. It was her first time receiving VIPs on the second floor, and she didn't know what to do, so she could only follow the instructions in her earpiece.

Jiang Ying didn't make things difficult for her and said gently, "Fruit platter, two cups of jasmine tea."

The young woman nodded and left.

"It's about to start."

The male assistant whispered a reminder.

(End of this chapter)