The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 181 I have money

If it gets dirty, the loss of a few hundred dollars worth of towels is not just a matter of taking your time.

There's also the hefty compensation offered to customers, which is why security guard Xiao Hu stopped them.

After dealing with these trivial matters, Secretary Liu's white shirt was mostly soaked with sweat, clinging tightly to his slightly protruding belly, and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead like broken beads.

He hurriedly ran into Relax Walk, clutching his briefcase in one hand and wiping away sweat with the other. As soon as he entered, he was startled by the cold air conditioning.

He found Zhao Xiaochui signing documents in the office area, with Zhou Yaqin sitting next to him.

Zhao Xiaochui was wearing damp, high-end work clothes, and it was obvious what he had just been doing. Thinking of the crowded waiting area he had seen along the way, Secretary Liu sighed inwardly.

He knew the current situation had nothing to do with the child, but if he didn't find the child, he really had no other choice.

At this moment, he really hoped that the rumors on the internet were true, that all the natives of Beijing were wealthy tycoons with two or three houses, and that they were all civil servants.

Unfortunately not.

He sat on the sofa and took a big gulp of the herbal tea that Ma Jinfang handed him before pulling out a crumpled list from the official document.

"These are technicians, security guards, and cleaners who registered for unemployment at the neighborhood office starting a couple of days ago..."

Zhao Xiaochui signed his name on the last receipt, handed it to Zhou Yaqin, and frowned:

"What does this have to do with me?"

Zhao Xiaochui rubbed his chin, ignoring the winks and smirks from the old lady strolling the street next to him.

He looked at Secretary Liu's face, which was soaked with sweat and worry: "Are they all locals?"

Secretary Liu rolled his eyes: "Are those who drift to Beijing not human? Don't they need to eat and support their families? They are also part of our Fatou economy. Now that they have lost their livelihoods, it's a social problem too!"

Zhao Xiaochui was taken aback by his retort: ​​"No, Secretary Liu, although we are a village, we are a village in the capital. If we lose our livelihood here, we won't find another place to make a living?"

Secretary Liu secretly rolled his eyes: "What about the locals? The middle-aged people who live in tenement buildings and help take care of children, where do you expect them to go?"

Most importantly, if the unemployed people cause trouble at the neighborhood office, it will have a bad impact!
Zhao Xiaochui helplessly shrugged: "What do you want me to do?"

An excited look flashed in Secretary Liu's eyes. He leaned forward and lowered his voice, as if he were talking about a secret: "I'm thinking that if you spare some of your linen, or even give it all to the five dry cleaners in Fatou, that would be more than enough to support them!"

They are all established shops, so their craftsmanship and reputation are guaranteed, and their prices are negotiable!
See, this solves their survival problem and also eases the burden on our neighborhood. Won't your 'easy and slow-paced' service further enhance your reputation in Fatou?

After Secretary Liu finished his long speech, Zhao Xiaochui remained silent, standing quietly to the side. Zhou Yaqin, who seemed to be organizing documents, put down her work and walked out without saying a word.

A moment later, she quickly returned with a slightly worn cardboard box.

She handed Secretary Liu a clean white glove, gesturing for him to put it on, and then took out a neatly folded, exceptionally white towel.

"Wipe it with your white gloves."

An elderly woman, a street urchin, spoke to the secretary of the neighborhood committee in a commanding tone.

Secretary Liu was slightly taken aback. He looked at Zhao Xiaochui and then at Zhou Yaqin. Although he was a little confused, he still put on the gloves as instructed and carefully wiped the seemingly impeccable towel a few times.

"Take a look at your gloves?" Secretary Liu raised his hand, revealing a fine, grayish-white layer of lint clinging to his white cotton gloves. He opened his mouth, but didn't say a word.

Without pausing, Zhou Yaqin took out a small ultraviolet flashlight from the cardboard box and shone it on the white towel in Secretary Liu's hand.

"The industry standard's bottom line is: total bacterial count ≤200 CFU/25cm; pH value: 6.5-7.5, to avoid alkaline residue irritating the skin; and..." Zhou Yaqin's voice was clear and calm, each word like a hammer blow to Secretary Liu's heart, "Absolutely ban fluorescent agents!"

As she spoke, the spotless white towel, illuminated by the faint beam of the ultraviolet flashlight, emitted a dazzling, eerie blue-white light.

Secretary Liu's cheeks twitched slightly, and sweat broke out on his forehead again, but this time it wasn't from the heat, but rather from shock.

"This store does not have the qualification to wash medical-grade linens!"

"There is no test report issued by a third party in accordance with GB/T 22799-2019 'Specifications for Textile Rental and Washing Services'!"

"There is no rigorous stain sorting and pre-disinfection process for linens after they arrive!"

"We don't have specialized sterilization equipment such as high-temperature, high-pressure steam sterilization or ethylene oxide sterilization!"

"After washing, disinfection, and drying, each item is individually sealed in a sterile packaging bag. No!"

With each point Zhou Yaqin made, it was as if a fig leaf was being lifted, making Secretary Liu's previous statement about "guaranteed craftsmanship and credibility" seem pale and powerless.

"..."

She paused, then looked sharply at Secretary Liu: "Secretary Liu, do you know? This towel comes from one of the five dry cleaners you just mentioned, and it's said to be the one with the highest investment and best equipment in the Fatou area."

Moreover, this was the "premium service" they provided when they previously handled high-priced "relaxed and leisurely" orders!

Secretary Liu's face turned from red to white, then from white to green, and his hand holding the towel trembled slightly.

He originally thought it was just a simple supply and demand match, but he didn't expect there to be so many intricacies involved.

Zhou Yaqin continued in the same tone, "The daily consumption of linens on the second floor of Relaxing Walk is indeed enormous."

But the economic benefits it contributes to Fatou in a month, the surrounding consumption it stimulates, and the taxes it pays are probably more than twenty of those 'high-end massage parlors' combined. Our reputation today is built on the perfection of every detail.

These linens come into direct contact with the customer's skin, and they're more deceptive than the technician's technique.

"Secretary Liu, are you trying to gain a sesame seed but lose a watermelon?"

Secretary Liu was speechless, overwhelmed by Zhou Yaqin's barrage of technical terms and sharp questions. The towel and white gloves in his hands felt like hot potatoes.

He looked at Zhao Xiaochui for help, and Zhao Xiaochui, feeling helpless under his gaze, also looked at Zhou Yaqin for help.

The elderly woman on the street was stunned by the stare, staring blankly at her boss:

"Little Hammer, which side are you on?"

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head sheepishly: "Aunt Zhou, I have..."

"There are more than 20 million."

(End of this chapter)