The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 57 This Time It's My Turn

In our daily conversations with family and friends, there's always one topic that comes up frequently:

That is, I have some minor health problems and I want to find a traditional Chinese medicine doctor to take a good look at me when I have time.

Of course, most people are too busy, minor ailments will accompany them into old age, and this topic may accompany every casual conversation in life.

Then one day, someone went downstairs for a stroll and discovered a massage parlor that cost 60 yuan. Intending to relax, they went in for a quick check-up, and when they came out, lo and behold, a minor ailment that would haunt them for life…

Gone.

So, what would it feel like to have someone who can easily cure these minor ailments right next to you, in the massage parlor downstairs for sixty yuan?
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Apart from the most attentive chubby receptionist, no one witnessed what Zhao Xiaochui did during this period.

Even Zhao Xiaochui didn't know what it would mean for some people if he suddenly disappeared from Fatou's social circle.

The parties involved were all confused, and Zhao Wuyou on the other side was even more clueless. All he knew was that he needed to seize this promising new opportunity.

Northwest of Fatou, within the Fourth Ring Road, lies Jinmao Mansion.

Inside the luxurious mansion with a floor area of ​​over 200 square meters, Zhao Wuyou was facing his family elders.

The old man has been retired for many years. Although he does not hold a high official position, he still has many relatives, friends and acquaintances and his influence remains.

"Xiao Liu made a phone call and advised us to let it go. What are your thoughts?"

Zhao Wuyou thought for a moment about who the old man was talking about, Xiao Liu, and frowned: "He's a leader in Fatou Subdistrict. What kind of connection could he possibly have with a KTV in Shibalidian?"

The old man was also puzzled and shook his head: "I can handle Xiao Liu, so why are you in such a hurry to make a big fuss?"

Zhao Wuyou quickly took out a file folder containing a paid market research report:

"Sir, I have a brother who experienced the skills those girls were learning when he was singing in the past, and the effects are real."

And they're really willing to go all out and switch careers now. I calculated that if we set the price for a single service at 800 and up, the annual profit is expected to be several million. I don't want much of this business; half will be enough.

Zhao Wuyou paused to catch his breath, "At first I spoke to them politely, but they ignored me. Now they're just going to let this go with anyone? I don't want that."

It's no wonder Zhao Wuyou wouldn't let go. With the rise of short videos, society has become increasingly restless and impatient. He hasn't seen a woman who is still willing to settle down and learn something in a long time, let alone a young woman with good looks.

Upon hearing the numbers, the old man fell silent. Given the current economic climate, such a large sum of money was indeed a rare temptation.

He was silent.

Zhao Wuyou was relieved and smiled, "Master, I've been busy with some things lately. Could your great-grandson help me look after him for a few days?"

Before the old man could even speak, the old lady next to him agreed with a beaming smile.

What a family with four generations living together!

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In the dormitory building, Liu Li was still fast asleep like a child.

Zhao Xiaochui sat on the table, flipping through the documents.

He now envies Zhao Wuyou, who has parents and elders who provide shelter from the wind and rain, and whose relatives and friends are spread throughout all walks of life in the old capital.

Being born into such a family means that your life is completely planned from the moment you are conceived (when you register at the hospital).

Although Zhao Xiaochui's career is now on the right track, he still feels like he has nothing to lose.

The chubby receptionist can't leave the front desk. He doesn't know why, but he can manage not to hold his chubby sister back.

What about the rest?

The customer pays, he puts in the work, and neither of them owes the other anything.

On the contrary, he owes these girls something. Without their trust, he might still be eating pancakes, and it wouldn't be so easy for him to earn extra money and eat well.

Without them, in the event of an accident, the lost heat flow would not be replenished quickly, resulting in a loss of effectiveness and damaging his reputation.

What's more, there's the grudge between him and Zhao Wuyou from their past lives!
Not much time had passed.

He clearly remembers jumping down with tears in his eyes.

He pleaded repeatedly, saying he wasn't deliberately trying to renege on his debt; he had genuinely learned the skills, was capable of earning money, and would definitely pay it back in the future.

Unfortunately, those people only wanted to earn their own commission and didn't think about the future. When they couldn't get the money from him, they would call someone who could get the money for them.

How could Zhao Xiaochui possibly drag down those who had silently helped him?

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Zhao Xiaochui's life is simple: work, learn skills, keep working, and make money.

He had never encountered such a social event before, let alone had any experience in handling it.

But Sister Qian, the chubby receptionist, once told him: "Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose."

Then do it!

At his desk in the dormitory, Zhao Xiaochui finally stopped flipping through the documents, his eyes fixed on a piece of paper. After a long while, he put the documents away, returned to his bed, hugged the silly girl in his arms, and fell into a deep sleep.

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When did this start?
You have the final say.

But when will it end?
Unless I jump again, no one's opinion matters!
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The next day, near dusk. I've described the dawn in Fatou many times before, because at this time, there's still at least a glimmer of hope in the dilapidated streets of Fatou.

Perhaps by the time this book ends, we will never see this street at dusk.

We should look with hope and anticipation at a place just 12 kilometers away from here – Baiziwan South Second Road.

At 3:30 p.m., Baiziwan South Second Road had already entered the evening rush hour. There is only one reason for the evening rush hour at this time: school is letting out!

A matte black Rolls-Royce stood to the left of the school gate, its Spirit of Ecstasy emblem gleaming subtly; the gull-wing doors of a Tesla Model X slowly rose, revealing a corner of a limited-edition Birkin bag; uniformed drivers stood silently; the watches on the wrists of parents picking up their children subtly displayed enamel moon phase halos…

The shadows of the sycamore trees sliced ​​the sunlight into fragments of gold, sprinkling them onto the "NO PARKING" sign in both Chinese and English.

Not far away on the other side of the road, the glass curtain wall of Jinmao Mansion reflects all of this as a flowing oil painting.

Lecheng International School has an annual tuition fee of 25 yuan for kindergarten and a registration fee of 2.5 yuan. The most famous student here is the girl who sang at the Olympics.

The Jinmao Mansion, which is 500 meters away from here, is also very famous because Wang Baobao's agent used to live here.

The old man from Zhao Wuyou's family was involved with both of these things because he lived in Jinmao Mansion and his great-grandson attended kindergarten there.

He drives his electric car to pick up his great-grandson and get home quickly, saving the child more time to play.

As for the seizure? Well, as we mentioned earlier, Zhao Wuyou's relatives and friends are spread across all walks of life in the capital.

So after picking up his great-grandson, the old man drove his electric scooter rather recklessly, cutting off electric bikes and darting into pedestrian lanes whenever possible.

Turn right from Baiziwan South Second Road onto Xidawang Road, then cross a pedestrian crossing to reach Jinmaofu residential area.

It's not that the old man has low moral character; it's just that this is how all the old-man entertainment vehicles in Beijing are operated.

The old man was proud of his superb skills, having never had an accident while driving his electric car, and was showing off his past achievements to his great-grandson.

result,

"Bang~"

An elderly man driving a car hit someone while turning right.

The old man wasn't panicked, but rather annoyed: Why didn't this young man who was hit watch out for cars while walking?

Even though the light is green for you and you're still on the pedestrian crossing, you should still check if there are any cars before you cross, right?
"I'm in a hurry!"

Lying on the ground, Zhao Xiaochui had no heat to protect himself, and the blood from his head flowed down the creases of his nose into his mouth.

He smiled at the old man getting off the bus, revealing his bright red teeth, which made him look even more ferocious.

"Wow~"

The sound of crying could be heard.

Zhao Xiaochui was still laughing:

"This child is adorable, we must keep a close eye on him."

The old man, who had seen it all, immediately understood the implied meaning of those words and stood there dumbfounded!

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A crowd began to gather, and the person who caused the accident and the person who was hit made their phone calls at the same time.

The uniformed officers arrived quickly because they were maintaining traffic order right at the school gate.

As the uniform arrived, the walkie-talkie and telephone on their bodies also rang.

Connecting the two phone calls—one involving the person who caused the accident and the other the person who was hit—the police officer realized that one was a public matter and the other a private one.

"Are there any objections on site?" he asked.

The old man stared at Zhao Xiaochui with a stern face and furrowed brows. After a long while, he slowly asked, "Young man, do we know each other?"

Zhao Xiaochui didn't answer, but just smiled and looked at him.

The chubby receptionist once said, "If you can't speak well, then do more and talk less."

The old man chuckled in exasperation: "Fine, even though you're faking it, I'll admit it..."

The old man uttered the word "insurance fraud," but Zhao Xiaochui, of course, wouldn't let him finish. He blurted out the words he had already memorized:

"Comrade, please determine the nature of this 'old man's car' and issue a traffic accident report."

Uniform: "You're injured, go to the hospital first."

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head and continued reciting: "There is a dispute on site, please issue a certificate of determination."

The uniformed officer glanced at the blood on his head and then asked the old man, "Is there any controversy?"

The old man slowly shook his head and said no more. He was completely in the wrong and there was no room for argument. He needed to know which deity he had offended!
Before the ambulance arrived and was carried inside, Zhao Xiaochui recited one last line:
"Comrade, I saw someone recording the scene."

The uniform-wearing man frowned upon hearing this.

I was initially quite curious about the thoughts of the readers who criticized the book from beginning to end, but since comments are always welcome, I'll offer some explanations to those who have read this far:

The child named Yangyang is a character in this volume. A long time ago, the author accompanied a social worker to see the child who crawled out from under a cardboard box. The local government tried its best to intervene, but there were too many helpless situations in reality. His parents were still alive and unwilling to take care of him.

The child is a fictional character, exaggerated as in online novels; Zhao Xiaochui is very pure. The previous text did not describe his personality in much detail, but let him grow up through a series of small events, which are his ambitions in reality.

May all book lovers who are dedicated to their work reap the rewards of their labor!
And that's how it is.

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(End of this chapter)