The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 163 Give her back to me

Can you issue an invoice?

Zhao Xiaochui asked with concern
Zhang Minghua secretly rolled his eyes: "Tort damages, such as traffic accident compensation and personal injury compensation, are compensation for losses and are not considered income, so no invoice is required."

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head awkwardly; he was still a little heartbroken about the 1.5 million yuan.
"Then let their parents write a receipt and give it to me, and I'll show it to Yu Xiaoning!"

Zhang Minghua looked at Zhao Xiaochui seriously: "Why should they write a receipt?"

"Get them jobs!"

Zhao Xiaochui answered just as seriously: "Their intentions are good, and given their usual behavior—to me, to their elders, and to those who commute at midnight—they are not inherently bad. I think they are capable of handling any easy and slow job."

Be grateful and repay kindness!

This quality...

Zhang Minghua pursed his lips and scribbled a few lines in his work notebook.

"I will communicate with them and their parents about the salary...?"

"They should be on par with the front desk staff of established stores, if they are ambitious."

Zhao Xiaochui's words imply that the future of these young "ghost fire" enthusiasts is limitless!
Ambitiousness?
This is something that the Chinese people have no shortage of.

All they lack is hope!

At this moment, Zhang Minghua truly realized what kind of person Zhao Xiaochui was.

Overwhelmed with emotion, Zhang Minghua couldn't help but ask:

"Boss, can the annual salary be changed..."

Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Xiaochui slipped away.

Zhang Minghua stared blankly at the empty sofa in front of him, then suddenly burst out laughing.

…………

How is my aunt?

Returning to the massage parlor with Zhao Xiaochui was Shen Yan, who had been waiting for a long time.

"Brother Shen, I'm sorry, I just found out who you are."

Zhao Xiaochui sincerely expressed his apology.

Shen Yan didn't mind at all, and patted his shoulder with a smile:

“I’m taking over my brother Shen Youkang’s position, which is covered by confidentiality regulations, so how could I blame you?”

"..."

Upon hearing this news for the first time, Zhao Xiaochui fell silent, and after a long while, he slowly asked;

Which port?

Shen Yan nodded solemnly: "With so many requirements, besides the State Security Bureau, do you think there's anywhere else that can screen out clients who are easygoing and take their time?"

Of course not.

After returning from America, Zhao Xiaochui successfully trained ten "super soldiers" for the fat receptionist's unit, whose strength was comparable to one-third of that of Old Lou.

However, the price of this achievement goes far beyond simply protecting the safety of relatives and friends.

According to the power of attorney signed by Fat Front Desk and the current shareholding structure of Easy Slow Travel, Zhao Xiaochui, who holds the power of attorney for Fat Front Desk, will exercise all decision-making power as the largest shareholder.

The second largest shareholder is a company under this entity.

The relaxed pace of the future will strictly adhere to the rules of this society; beyond those rules...

Slow and easy walk, killing anyone who gets in your way!
…………

Jiang Ying felt this most strongly.

Upon hearing the news of Zhao Xiaochui's appearance, she rushed over and received three warning phone calls on the way, one of which was from her immediate family member.

"Brother Shen, Sister Pang is out of danger, but her family can't visit her yet. Please be patient."

Shen Yan was speechless: "Boss, I suspect you're taking advantage of me."

Zhao Xiaochui smiled and hugged him, then pushed him back to work, ignoring Jiang Ying who was eyeing him menacingly, and walked up to the female academic star who was quietly waiting.

"You missed three days of my supplementary service!"

Zhou Xuan looked at Zhao Xiaochui with a worried expression and said.

"Resumption of normalcy will be tomorrow."

"What about today?"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded towards Jiang Ying: "We have a distinguished guest who needs our service."

What kind of service to provide and how to provide it—the brilliant female student surely knows.

However, she didn't react at all. After confirming that Zhao Xiaochui was safe and sound, she smiled lightly and said, "Then I won't bother you anymore. Shall we have a late-night snack together tonight?"

Zhao Xiaochui looked at her in surprise and nodded: "If you don't mind the lateness, of course you can." The female academic star smiled happily and gestured with her hand near her ear: "Let's contact each other by phone."

Then, he left briskly.

Next, Zhao Xiaochui only needs to deal with Jiang Ying.

"Shall we go upstairs and talk?"

Jiang Ying, no longer excited to see Zhao Xiaochui safe and sound, calmly pointed to the elevator in the studio.

The "Easy Travel" program revoked some of her privileges, even removing her from the VIP privacy channel.

The elevator in Zhao Xiaochui's studio is the only way she can go up.

Zhao Xiaochui smiled apologetically: "Ms. Jiang, please forgive us. After so many things have happened, the only compensation that Easy Slow Travel can get from you is to use your identity to do more advertising."

Jiang Ying didn't show any anger on her face. Perhaps considering the chubby receptionist's status, she had to hold back even if she was angry.

"How's the effect?"

Zhao Xiaochui recalled the data he had just seen from the backend, nodded seriously, and said in agreement:
"It works very well!"

Jiang Ying smiled and pointed to the elevator—she really didn't want to be stared at like a monkey on the first floor.

Zhao Xiaochui quickly made a gesture of invitation.

Forty-five minutes later, Jiang Ying took off her silk bathrobe and lay down on the massage bed above the 'two turds'.

One pile of shit belongs to the construction worker, and the other belongs to Ellen Chen.

"Why does it feel different?"

Jiang Ying frowned.

Although there are many things I want to talk to Zhao Xiaochou about.

However, upon experiencing the unfamiliar techniques, pressure, and service attitude, Jiang Ying immediately forgot about everything else.

Zhao Xiaochui did not answer immediately; he continued massaging while examining the patient.

The symptoms of qi stagnation, blood stasis, phlegm and dampness obstruction that I used to have are almost gone.

Ignoring the fact that she cannot get pregnant yet, Jiang Ying's current condition is no different from that of a healthy woman.

"Ms. Jiang should be very familiar with this technique."

Zhao Xiaochui spoke up.

"The price of 3888 is for this kind of service."

"We'll search all over Beijing, even the whole country and the world, and if we find a place that matches this price and technique, all our services to you will be free from now on!"

"..."

Jiang Ying didn't speak; she knew Zhao Xiaochui was telling the truth.

But, aren't humans just inherently greedy?
Oh~ Hmm~

As Zhao Xiaochui intensified his massage, Jiang Ying suddenly groaned.

"This is five times the price, which Ms. Jiang should be more familiar with."

Zhao Xiaochui used the same treatment method he used during his first treatment:

The Ren Meridian and the Foot Taiyin Meridian.

Push with your thumb, rub with your whole palm, massage, knead, and push with your palm.

Qihai, Guanyuan, Xuehai, Sanyinjiao, Shenshu, Baliao.

Push flat with your thumb.

Push the entire palm flat against the abdomen.

Massage the abdomen.

Massage the Qihai and Guanyuan acupoints for 2 minutes each.

Press the palms of your hands against the eight acupoints for 3 minutes.

"And the method that truly restored you to your current state, and cost an astronomical sum in treatment fees..."

"Ms. Jiang, please take a good look!"

As soon as Zhao Xiaochui finished speaking, a warm sensation suddenly arose from Jiang Ying's body.

The unforgettable yet familiar comfort made Jiang Ying groan involuntarily.

However, Zhao Xiaochui felt nothing; he simply continued massaging intently.

Jiang Ying suddenly understood something. She pursed her lips and, with a tone of resignation, asked helplessly:
"What do you want to be served like this every time?"

"Give Ono back to me!"

(End of this chapter)