The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 7 Certificate
That night, Zhao Xiaochui's massage skills relieved the five girls' tired bodies, and they fell into a long-awaited deep sleep.

The five girls were all quite young. With the booming development of short videos, five years from now, there won't be such young girls in KTVs of this level.

So in less than an hour, Zhao Xiaochui earned 300 yuan, unintentionally getting a good deal.

The girls always demanded the same treatment as Guoguo, so Zhao Xiaochui was both upset and happy for a long time.

Balance: 355.9.

Not only that, he also gained other benefits.

He discovered that whenever his right hand successfully relieved a customer's symptoms, he would feel a small warm current circulating through their body.

He has read all kinds of books on Qidian and thinks this is a good thing.

Even if it's a bad thing, what can he do?

That's all he knows how to do, and that warmth is the foundation of his livelihood in this city.

He might even go further.

Zhao Xiaochui fantasized that if he were to give a massage to the secretary of the Xicheng Financial Street, the group of people at the restaurant entrance today would definitely greet him.

Back at the massage parlor dormitory, Zhao Xiaochui fell asleep in blissful daydreams.

If Liu Li heard Zhao Xiaochui thinking like this, she would definitely despise him:

Can't you be a little more ambitious? Why are you always arguing with the neighborhood secretary?

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Therefore, society is a circle, one circle within another.

Without that ladder to climb out of the circle, we would never know what's outside, or what kind of demons and monsters lurk inside.

As for what the ladder represents—the college entrance exam? A benefactor?

Or perhaps an opportunity?
Liu Li underestimated the street secretary.

Even if Fatou is poor, it's still a street committee in Beijing, with cadres at the division level.

Secretary Liu is a native of this area.

In his previous life, Old Gu missed the opportunity given by Secretary Liu.

However, he also made money by providing in-home massage services to those quirky girls at the KTV.

He makes money not because the girls pay him well, but because these weird girls make noise every day in order to enjoy life.

Now, Zhao Xiaochui has seized this opportunity.

.........

Half a month passed in the blink of an eye, and Zhao Xiaochui made money by providing door-to-door services to KTV girls.

Of course, Zhao Xiaochui never enjoyed the same good fortune of sitting on a girl's back as he did on the first day. The girls were free-spirited and unrestrained, but they respected those who were capable.

When he had saved up a thousand, he calculated his monthly expenses and then spent two hours for free to ask the chubby receptionist to help him obtain a residence certificate and an employment certificate.

The police station was just down the next street, and the staff knew who he was. However, because of his connections with the chubby receptionist, he was able to get a residence permit issued without any trouble, even though he hadn't been in Beijing for six months.

After getting this thing, Zhao Xiaochui secretly asked an acquaintance in his hometown to pay the outstanding amount for his parents' New Rural Cooperative Medical Insurance.

When he had saved up two thousand, Zhao Xiaochui paid his social security contributions. Although he didn't choose a high amount, his eyes welled up with tears when he paid.

And so, he fulfilled his greatest wish from his previous life before jumping off the building—to become a normal person.

The balance is 4736.3, with both whole and odd amounts.

He can live a normal life, and when he gets sick, he has the confidence to go to the hospital, instead of piecing together his fate from fragmented information on the internet; there are no sudden disturbances, and he doesn't have to deliberately bother others. He yearns for this kind of life that is not dazzling, ordinary, but warm enough.

It was as warm as his right hand was now.

If we disregard his shabby living conditions...

So this is reality: when you feel a little warmth, you tend to want more. However, this cruel society will tell you, brother, you're overthinking it. There is no such thing as an ordinary, quiet, and warm life. The high housing prices will ultimately leave you adrift.

Your life will not be ordinary, but rather full of excitement. Perhaps it's because of the old water pipes, the leaky ceiling, the mottled walls, and the landlord who breached the contract. So young man, enjoy the messiness of your wandering life.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't think too much about it; he was already satisfied enough.

He could have saved more money, but apart from breakfast, he had to eat out for the other two meals because the Golden Finger's heat flow needed energy, and the more greasy the food he ate, the greater the benefits of that heat flow.

Now, Zhao Xiaochui's health is getting better and better, and the faint outline of his abdomen has long been the object of the girls' infatuation at the KTV.

As for his job, Zhao Xiaochui had been working here before his rebirth. He wasn't exactly integrated into the business; he had long since become one with it.

The relationship between colleagues was lukewarm. Zhao Xiaochui did not try to please them as he had in his previous life, especially Lao Gu, whom he had tried to pick a fight with several times, but Zhao Xiaochui always managed to shut him down.

After that, he dared not cause any more trouble. Young, strong, and able to "see," Zhao Xiaochui could easily have easily taken advantage of someone like him, a severely visually impaired person. However, the apathy among his colleagues was Zhao Xiaochui's own perception; in reality, apart from the chubby receptionist, no one paid him any attention, not only because he was "visual," but also because of his technical skills…

Everyone he touched became a regular customer.

It's so easy now. All the technicians take turns working according to their numbers. Zhao Xiaochui doesn't have to. As long as the shop is open, he's busy from morning till night. Only Zhao Xiaochui has a half-hour lunch break. The others eat whenever they have free time.

When regular customers couldn't get a turn with Zhao Xiaochui, they would just ask Da Qiao and Lao Gu for help. If neither of them was available, they would just leave.

Having experienced Zhao Xiaochui's professional skills for 60 yuan, and then looking at that bunch of mediocre people, it's better not to spend that money.

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On a quiet afternoon, the massage parlor was unusually quiet as there were no customers.

The chubby receptionist was dozing off, while the masseuse, whose turn was fast approaching, leaned against the massage bed, holding her phone to her face and scrolling through videos.

Three customers with queue numbers were sitting on plastic stools against the aisle wall.

Needless to say, the technicians who have free time but aren't on duty are all waiting for Zhao Xiaochui.

It's his lunchtime now.

I waited until 1:30 before strolling back, humming the popular internet song "Youth".

"Hello, Secretary Liu."

Zhao Xiaochui called out.

Secretary Liu always comes at this time, and he always lies down on the bed to wait instead of sitting like he is now.

"This is my friend and her daughter. They came to you for a massage."

Friend? Do I need you to personally show me around?

They are either of the same rank or have a higher official position than him.

Secretary Liu's speech is hard to understand. Every time you have a lively chat with him for half an hour, after he puts you to sleep, Zhao Xiaochui's own head is also blank. What was we talking about?

"Hello."

The middle-aged man, dressed in a jacket, did not extend his hand when he greeted the man.

Zhao Xiaochui nodded in response, and then quickly walked towards the disinfection cabinet to prepare for the work.

"and many more."

Zhao Xiaochui stopped in his tracks.

Here's the problem: Old Gu from the previous life was stuck here.

As for Zhao Xiaochui? It seems that unless he gets to do it himself, given his age, nothing he says will be convincing.

Looking at the chubby girl next to the middle-aged man, she really looked like Li Huizhen, the female internet celebrity and weightlifter from her previous life. Her chubby figure, round face, and fair skin made her look cheerful, and she was also very beautiful.

Li Ying, from the Beijing Women's Weightlifting Team. This is information I knew from my previous life.

Silently recite the girl's name and occupation.

Zhao Xiaochui shifted his sunglasses-wearing eyes toward Secretary Liu, as if asking: What's going on?

Secretary Liu coughed.

The middle-aged man seemed oblivious to his subtle actions and asked directly, "Do you have a certificate of apprenticeship?"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head.

"What about other certifications?" the middle-aged man frowned. "For example, a rehabilitation therapist?"

"I only have a junior high school education, I'm not qualified to take that exam."

The middle-aged man remained silent.

"But I do have a certificate?"

The middle-aged man's solemn expression eased slightly.

"International Gluteal Therapist."

The pronunciation of these words was something Zhao Xiaochui specifically learned from a student customer at Beijing Union University.

"What the hell?" Secretary Liu finally spoke up.

"International Buttock Therapist".

(End of this chapter)