The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 47 Impetuousness
When Sister Hua said these things, Zhao Xiaochui had a headache. His 300,000 yuan might not even amount to a fraction of the investment in this project.

"By the way, Sister Hua, I'll take a look at the hearing system solution first. The budget shouldn't exceed 2."

Sister Hua gave a vague reply, her gaze already drifting towards the outside of the shop.

The two were standing at the entrance of the KTV. Electric bikes were speeding around on the street, and the shouts of vendors and the barking of stray dogs created a jarring noise.

Pointing to the chaos before her, she said hesitantly, "Little Hammer, this is all I have left. Look at this environment... can it really work?"

Hua Jie's property is a three-story building, which is an old residential building converted into commercial space, and the three floors have been vacant for many years.

The two originally planned to temporarily renovate the third floor and register for business, but the news they heard from Brother Ghostfire, coupled with the current situation...

“I was thinking last night, why don’t we install two spa rooms first and see how it goes?” Zhao Xiaochui said hesitantly. “After all, the customers I introduce won’t care about these things.”

"Little Hammer," Sister Hua knew the value of Zhao Xiaochui's introductions to customers. Supply and demand determine prices, and Sister Hua had personally experienced the boy's abilities.

As Zhao Xiaochui's customer base changes, the economic law of demand does not apply to him; the higher the service price, the greater the demand for his service skills.

However, they had twelve girls to support, and each SPA room required such a large investment, which made Sister Hua have to be more cautious.

Zhao Xiaochui noticed Hua Jie's hesitation. Although his golden finger gave him the confidence to venture out, he still lacked social experience. Therefore, listening to the advice of his seniors meant he would suffer less.

"Sister Hua, what are your thoughts on the demolition and relocation?"

"I'd love for it not to be demolished!" Sister Hua said with a wry smile.

I heard that the demolition of Huagong Road, which is not far from here, has made many of the ground floor business owners cry, which means that demolition is no longer profitable.

If the house isn't demolished, I can still stick together with my friends and support each other. If it is demolished, my friends will go their separate ways, and I'll only be able to live off that little bit of money for the rest of my life.

“Sister Hua, let’s leave it at that for now,” Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head. “Our preparations can’t stop. You can inquire about the prices of the renovation team first. I’ll think about the business address later. Your most urgent task right now is to find a technician who knows hot stone therapy.”

"Hot stone therapy?" This was the first time Hua Jie had heard this term.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded: "It involves using high-grade basalt hot stones with essential oils to slide around on the body as an add-on service to SPA essential oil wellness, and the service is quite expensive."

"Where should we look?" Sister Hua had a bit of a headache.

"You can find them at any high-end massage chain. It's best to have them trained by them. It's very simple, and I believe many people would like to earn some extra money."

"That's fine."

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SPA was a new track that Zhao Xiaochui tried to escape his predicament before his rebirth, and he had received relevant training during his rest time.

He was good-looking and his skills were also up to par. Unfortunately, according to the requirements of that high-end SPA store's clients, in addition to a health certificate and a certificate of no criminal record, they also required a credit check.

Now that he's out of trouble, he has to deal with the complexities of society, which is giving Zhao Xiaochui a headache.

He blamed himself for being blinded by the beauty of the girls, wanting to be a hero who would save innocent women from disaster, and for making overly confident statements.

He somewhat understood that this was a side effect of his cheat-like abilities, and that his mindset was still a bit off.

Without a cheat code, you're nothing!

Why don't you ask those wealthy customers who have been served?
"Forget it," Zhao Xiaochui thought to himself, shaking his head.

He paid the money; he doesn't owe them anything.

Aside from the chubby receptionist, Zhao Xiaochui couldn't think of anyone else he could turn to.

then……

"Didn't you go and see my little two-story house?"

At the massage parlor, the chubby receptionist looked at the dejected Zhao Xiaochui and asked with a smile.

“Isn’t that our new blind massage shop? I just heard you were going to renovate it,” Zhao Xiaochui said, a little embarrassed by the laughter. “Anyway, I’ll follow you wherever you open a shop in the future, so why bother looking at that?”

Indeed, there's a limit to how high-end a blind massage parlor can be, so Zhao Xiaochui didn't care about it. "You should still go and take a look."

The chubby receptionist confidently issued an order.

Zhao Xiaochui obediently went out.

Five minutes later, yes, exactly five minutes later, the chubby receptionist's "small second floor" property management office was right next to the street committee office.

Walk west from the massage parlor, past the alley where the police station is, and it's about a hundred meters away.

Zhao Xiaochui stared in disbelief at the 'small second floor'.

It is indeed on the second floor, but why is it so small? This property next to the Fatou Subdistrict Committee had another name before it was taken back by the fat receptionist – Rujia Express Hotel.

The minimum requirement for a franchise hotel of this level is at least 1300 square meters.

Now, this 'small two-story building' is surrounded by fences, and there are rumbling sounds coming from inside, which means that demolition work is probably underway.

Zhao Xiaochui observed carefully for a while, took a few more photos, and then returned to the massage parlor in a daze.

"Did you understand?" The chubby receptionist still had that same grinning look on her face.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded, full of doubt: "Sis, that place is too big, isn't it? We only have a few people in our shop, what will happen then..."

"At that time, the street-level Disabled Persons' Federation will arrange for more than a dozen local visually impaired people to come and learn and work."

The chubby receptionist interrupted Zhao Xiaochui, looking at the energetic young man with a smile: "The first floor won't be wasted, and the second floor can be rented out."

"How much is the rent?" Zhao Xiaochui blurted out.

The chubby receptionist smiled but didn't answer.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't pay any attention and went over to the fat receptionist to press a few buttons and prepare today's weight loss meal for her. Then he took out his phone and sent the photo and related information of the 'small second floor' to Sister Hua.

For Zhao Xiaochui, rebirth meant only a cheat code and a new beginning, bringing about a complete transformation. The extra five years were spent burying himself in his studies. Rebirth stripped away the shackles that bound him, allowing him to hold his head high for the first time in his life, carrying the knowledge and experience accumulated over those five years, and venture into society.

He was no different from other young people his age who were just starting out; besides his enthusiasm, he also had the impetuousness of youth.

Zhao Xiaochui had realized this. After reflecting on it seriously, he realized that he had reversed the order of doing things. He shouldn't have gone to Sister Pang when the road was blocked, but should have discussed it with her before doing anything.

His confidence stemmed from his chubby receptionist.

Her outstanding performance at work brought her substantial rewards.

What's there to think about? Let's get to work!
It was precisely his attitude towards work that influenced the atmosphere of the massage parlor, and sure enough, the massage parlor became bustling with customers as soon as it opened.

All six beds were full. Zhao Xiaochui made a round of inspections and found that they were all regular customers. He had already pointed out his old ailments to his colleagues many times before. Seeing that they were handling things correctly, he began to attend to his own guests.

The first one was Lao Zhou, but he came with a group of people.

"My niece, Zhou Xuan."

Zhou Xuan, a first-year graduate student, wears glasses and has an intellectual look that catches Zhao Xiaochui's eye.

At this moment, she was looking at the simple studio with a suspicious expression.

She now deeply regrets her past behavior of constantly looking down at her phone and tablet, and then resorting to desperate measures when she was sick, trying everything from plasters and blind massage to acupuncture, moxibustion, electric therapy, and traditional Chinese medicine.

Only the traditional Chinese medicine hospital had some effect, but after she bought a card and received a course of treatment, the effects became worse and worse. As for the blind massage—that shop almost ruined her neck.

She only confessed to her family last night that she simply couldn't continue her studies, suffering from insomnia, tinnitus, eye strain, palpitations, poor memory, and mild depression...

To her surprise, her second uncle, who was present at the time, made her wait overnight, and then he hurriedly dragged her here early the next morning.

A reader's comment is quite accurate; the author's writing style is disjointed, which is indeed a matter of skill. This chapter has been revised multiple times, but the problem persists, for which I apologize.

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