The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 61 Whether this is over or not, the chubby receptionist has the final say.
In the stillness of night on Fatou Road, on the quiet Jinchan West Road, a dim yellow light shines quietly in front of a massage parlor for the blind.

The employees all went to their dormitories to rest.

The massage parlor only had a dim desk lamp lit at the front desk.

Under the desk lamp, the chubby receptionist was calculating accounts, her phone screen flickering beside her.

Those were inquiry text messages from customers.

The backend of the appointment mini-program is not open, and appointment messages from existing customers have not been answered.

It wasn't until an impatient customer called that the chubby receptionist put away the ledger and picked up her phone.

What do you mean by "the problem is solved"?

The chubby receptionist asked the person across the hall with a blank expression:
"Is anyone in trouble?"

"Who asked you to help them solve a problem?"

"After the problem was solved, who told you the problem was solved?"

The chubby receptionist's tongue twister left the other person speechless.

“Well, Xiao Chen, look… Little Hammer accepted the other party’s apology and took the money, so they’ve settled things, haven’t they?”

The chubby receptionist smirked mockingly: "That's a traffic accident settlement. If the old man wants to stay in there for two days, he can stay without settling."

And what does this have to do with you?

Caller: "..."

After hanging up the phone, another call came in from a customer.

"Xiao Chen, the Zhao family has admitted their mistake and apologized, don't you think?"

The chubby receptionist: "Who did they apologize to?"

This message was not only sent back to the customer who called, but the chubby receptionist also shared it in the group chat.

One sentence stunned everyone, whether they were customers who had contributed their labor or those who were about to contribute.

The Zhao family apologized to all those who exerted pressure, and everyone accepted it.

Always leave a way out for others.

The matter was resolved; he had done his part, and Zhao Xiaochui was free of trouble and could continue working—everyone was happy.

As for what the nineteen-year-old was thinking, no one asked.

The chubby receptionist ignored them and instead sent a message using her police mobile terminal:

"Yu Xiaoning, when was the last talent recruitment negotiation?"

"Aunt Chen, it's not convenient to talk about this, but it won't be long."

"Alright, as a special guest, you can book Zhao Xiaochui's services every night, and the location must be near Fatou."

"Thank you, Aunt Chen."

The chubby receptionist put down her police mobile phone and looked out the door through the glass.

The alleyway not far from the massage parlor is diagonally opposite. If someone follows her gaze, they will find that the end of the gaze is the guardhouse of Fatou Police Station!
…………

Financial Street, an office.

Yu Xiaoning put down her special phone, touched her abdomen, and continued to immerse herself in her increasingly demanding work.

As she processed the jumbled documents, a smile involuntarily crept onto her face.

She felt that Zhao Xiaochui was like a lucky star. From the moment he appeared, everything went smoothly—his health was recovering, his work was progressing well, and the chubby receptionist, who usually seemed to be slacking off, was gradually returning to his original self...

very nice.

Yu Xiaoning did not lie to Zhao Xiaochui. Two years ago, when she was in a car accident, she was just an assistant and was caught in the crossfire.

In that incident, although she and her leader were injured, the strategic talents they had brought in were unharmed. The heavy losses were suffered by the operatives, including the chubby receptionist. She also lost her most important family member in the incident.

She owes the fat receptionist and the others.

They all owe them.

…………

Zhao Xiaochui also thought the chubby receptionist was really nice. The folder she gave him was very thick, and he took out a pre-selected document from it and put it into his crossbody bag.

Afterwards, he took Liu Li to a KTV, gave the girls a training session, and then brought breakfast to the massage parlor.

"Mom loves to eat fruit."

When Zhao Xiaochui brought breakfast to the child in the corner, he heard Yangyang's words and immediately thought of Guoguo. However, he shook his head. Guoguo had said that she gave birth at the United Family Private Hospital, and her ex-husband's family could not possibly have any connection with Fatou.

Patting the child's head to comfort him, Zhao Xiaochui, amidst the customers' disappointment and surprise, once again asked the chubby receptionist for leave.

It was approved without a doubt.

He originally thought he should thank the customer who made the purchase yesterday, and he even consulted the fat receptionist for her opinion.

"Who do you want to thank? Has anyone spoken to you about it?"

The chubby receptionist's voice was so loud that all the customers who arrived early could hear it.

Zhao Xiaochui suddenly realized that it had nothing to do with him and that he had been deluding himself. So he walked away.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" The chubby receptionist faced the noisy customers without any fear. "If you want to have a session, pay up. You can choose from a dozen or so technicians. Otherwise, don't bother me while I'm doing business."

The chubby receptionist was fearless; the improved skills of her staff meant she had no shortage of customers, and Zhao Xiaochui certainly wouldn't be short of business either.

She was very busy. The demolition of the small two-story building was completed, and she was about to enter the hard decoration stage. Because of Zhao Wuyou's interference, she also had to find a buyer for Sister Hua's KTV.

There's also a mischievous kid who's always pushing himself to the limit, someone who's always focused on his work but has this side to him...

I don't have time to deal with these noisy customers.

An elderly man was pushed forward; he was the only one who had the confidence to speak with the portly receptionist.

"Boss Chen, is there anything else you need, Little Hammer? If anyone can help, please do."

The chubby receptionist glanced at her sideways and sneered, "Were you making a scene here just now because you booked it for your family?"

Old Zhou nodded sheepishly.

"Your kid is quite busy, why don't you come in person for a massage?" The chubby receptionist said sarcastically, then looked down at her bill. "Your kid must be a leader, right? A leader said one sentence and the Zhao family apologized and backed down. That's quite fitting for someone of your status."

The old man's expression suddenly changed, and he stammered:

"I just wanted to help!"

"If you want to help, you should at least give the person involved a heads-up beforehand, right?"

The scene quieted down as many people realized what had happened.

"You didn't even give us a heads-up, and you think you can just accept their concession and call it a day?"
Little Hammer's girlfriend was frightened and hasn't recovered yet. Have you asked her about it?

"They've even used their hammer skills. This girl will need someone to look after her sooner or later. How terrified she is! Does anyone care about this?"

"That Zhao family, whose hand did they yield to? To whom did they apologize?"

"And what about the girls at the KTV? They're bruised and battered all over. Has anyone asked them for compensation? Who are they paying for that? Isn't that just money to save face for you?"

At this point, the chubby receptionist stared at Old Zhou and said, word by word:

"He didn't even say hello. The big boss just farted, and he thinks he can do us a favor by making us, the little hammers, do him a service? Who does he think he is!"

"The Zhao family thinks they're all set just because they admitted their mistake and apologized. They think they can bully people and then just spend some money to get away with it? Who do they think they are?"

The words that threatened to escalate the situation silenced the room, and the old man fled in panic.

Originally, they saved face and resolved the trouble; the Zhao family backed down and gave face, and the trouble disappeared; Zhao Xiaochui got rid of the trouble and received compensation, and everyone was happy.

The only contradiction here is that no one asked them for help, which dashed their hopes of being grateful.

This is perfectly understandable. If someone else received their help, that would be the scene. They're just used to it.

They were used to being flattered by countless people who would rush to fawn over them as soon as they opened a crack in the door.

They were used to many things, but they were not used to someone being indifferent to their needs.

After cursing, the fat receptionist pushed through the crowd and pulled a hunched figure out from the corner.

"Alright, stop pretending. Everyone knows your back is fine now," she said irritably.

Old Qin, dressed in rags, chuckled and pulled out a red envelope: "This is compensation from those people. Boss Chen, please help buy some nutritional supplements for that girl."

"Keep this safe," the chubby receptionist said, pulling the ragged Old Qin into the massage parlor and handing him over to Da Qiao. "Little Hammer instructed that your leg still has some problems, so let Da Qiao handle it first, and then he'll give you a training session."

"By the way, remember to go to the Fatou branch after you're done. Little Hammer has already made arrangements for you. Find Director Qiao to draw your blood and compare it in the gene bank. It's better than you just wandering around aimlessly every day."

After pulling the ragged old Qin onto the massage bed, the chubby receptionist called over another employee:
"Gu Qiang".

"Ah~"

"Some of the people who staged accidents yesterday are still in the hospital. Go and provide them with home visits."

"Alright." Gu Qiang, who called himself Zhao Xiaochui's disciple, picked up his white cane and went out with a 'tap tap tap' sound.

(End of this chapter)