The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 76 On the Verge of Collapse
The essence of a top-tier spa is to run a service industry using the logic of luxury goods.

From the color temperature deviation of a single light tube to the temperature control of the therapist's fingers (the palm must be kept at 36.5℃±0.3℃), every detail creates an "overwhelmingly different experience".

This kind of investment is destined not to yield quick returns, but it is the core weapon for maintaining the lifetime value of top-tier SPA customers.

Excluding the property itself, the total renovation budget for this semi-finished shop is 1200 million yuan.

It's also a stepping stone to entering a certain circle.

What circle?

The luxury goods industry.

The shop's decor and Zhao Xiaochui's craftsmanship can both be described as luxury items.

After finalizing the plan, Zhao Xiaochui rushed back to the massage parlor, handed the now-cold lunch to Yangyang in the corner, and as he passed the front desk, his lips moved slightly as if he had something to say, but he hesitated and just pursed his lips before turning and walking towards his workspace.

"Zhao Xiaochui," the chubby receptionist called out to him.

Zhao Xiaochui stopped and stood in front of the front desk.

Two faint bluish shadows floated under his eyes, marks left by exhaustion, which he was too busy to even smooth with a warm compress.

The plump receptionist looked him over and, seeing the signs of exhaustion all over his body, nodded in satisfaction.

Young people should be busy. You're still a child yourself. It's fine to take care of other children out of kindness, like bringing them food or treating their illnesses. But don't overdo it.

Do you want to be a dad?
The chubby receptionist was extremely worried about the unruly child, not only silently correcting his behavior behind his back, but also keeping up with the anger that hadn't subsided in his heart.

"Old man Zhao will be moving in a couple of days to Cuicheng Xinyuan. His Jinmao Mansion has already been listed for sale."

I was a little surprised to hear from this person whom I hadn't heard from in a long time.

"The Zhao family has reached an agreement with many victims that Zhao Wuyou will receive a reduced sentence if the compensation is paid in full."

“Zhao Wuyou…”

After a moment of silence following the news, Zhao Xiaochui suddenly spoke up, his neck flushed red, his fingers unconsciously tugging at the hem of his clothes, "Zhao Wuyou has done so many wrong things, and even caused his whole family to suffer..."

The plump receptionist looked at him calmly, and only spoke slowly when he was speechless: "That's right, but his family didn't give up on him."

He's done so many wrong things, and the law has already determined that. But I'm telling you to keep an eye on the Zhao family, not to give up your grudge. You can hate him as much as you want, for as long as you wish.

I want you to realize your own shortcomings by observing how the Zhao family handles things.

Zhao Xiaochui, Zhao Wuyou made many mistakes, but what did he do right? If he had jumped that night, you, his enemy, would have been happy, but what about his loved ones?

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui remained silent, head bowed, and returned to his studio without saying a word. He continued working in this manner until the evening's door-to-door visits concluded.

6 month 21 day.

The Daikin VRV system, IQAir medical-grade purification system, and lighting control system have been installed, and all embedded systems have been pre-installed.

With sufficient budget, the construction team began working at full speed to finish the floors and walls.

As usual, Zhao Xiaochui brought Yangyang lunch when he had some free time, and while chatting, he helped him recall all the information about his mother.

The chubby receptionist noticed all this and the next day added the task of supervising the construction to his responsibilities.

"You go with the supervisor to argue with the construction team."

Be direct, don't be too polite, and don't compromise easily.

Meet all sorts of people and toughen up your mental fortitude.

Anyway, Zhao Xiaochui was needed to host the opening ceremony. Although he was a little timid after hearing the news, he wasn't worried about not going because it was a task that would help him develop his interpersonal skills and was related to his future workplace. June 22nd.

Most of the equipment arrived on this day, was unpacked, and stored in a partitioned room to allow it to acclimatize to the temperature and humidity of the Fatou area.

From that day on, Zhao Xiaochui also set aside an hour each day to patrol the premises with the chief manager's staff and argue with them...

"MLGB..."

The problem occurred only halfway through the day's patrol.

Two employees from the supervision company were pulling the rampaging Zhao Xiaochui back with all their might; their faces were flushed, clearly indicating they were using all their strength.

However, Zhao Xiaochui didn't use any force at all. He faced the twenty-odd construction workers with unwavering composure, his face also flushed, and shouted loudly:
"Is it because we didn't pay you enough? We specially opened a makeshift toilet for you. If you think the makeshift conditions are not good enough, just around the corner is the neighborhood office, and there is a toilet for you there."

Zhao Xiaochui originally thought that since everyone was from the bottom of society, no one should make things difficult for anyone else, but when faced with workers whose ideas were not on the same wavelength, he really couldn't hold back:
"MLGB's people defecated in our room, and the person involved doesn't address the issue, acting like the problem doesn't exist. What a joke!"

"If you can do it, do it; if you can't, get out!"

The older foreman looked calmly at the hothead and said slowly:
"I can leave, but the client won't allow it." Considering Zhao Xiaochui's youth, his tone was quite polite.

After all, the money was given, but it didn't reach them.

Just as Zhao Xiaochui was about to continue his outburst, Gao Ya immediately called to apologize.

Two minutes later, Zhao Xiaochui gave up and walked away dejectedly amidst the construction team's laughter.

As the actual client of the construction team, Gao Ya had no choice. There were only two construction teams in the entire capital city with experience in constructing these top-tier products, and both of them were working on-site at the new store. If these people left, the opening of the new store would be a long way off.

Thinking of the location of that pile of poop, Zhao Xiaochui's eyes twitched.

According to the rendering, barring any unforeseen circumstances, Jiang Ying, 'Madam Jiang,' will soon be lying directly on top of that pile of poop.

"How about it?"

Inside the massage parlor, the chubby receptionist asked with a grin, "I heard you were planning to order lunch for those workers before you went?"

Zhao Xiaochui remained silent and walked into the studio with his head down.

In the nearly three months since his rebirth, he has come into contact with more people from all walks of life than he had before. He couldn't understand why, sometimes, the richer the person, the easier they are to communicate and get along with.
He didn't have high expectations for the people he dealt with. He didn't ask them to be kind to others, and he thought that was the most basic requirement.

Why is it so difficult?

What's even more outrageous is that the heat flow affected those people just like normal people.

In other words, their actions are commensurate with their salaries and the social conditions they live in.

"The complexity of society is far beyond your imagination!"
No matter how kind-hearted you are, you're like the farmer and the snake; if you only focus on working hard, you're like the ox grinding grain; if you're always risking your life, you're like a moth drawn to a flame!

The chubby receptionist always took the opportunity to stuff strange things into his head.

Zhao Xiaochui remained noncommittal.

His ingrained beliefs, formed from childhood, make it difficult for him to change after just one or two setbacks.

The chubby receptionist didn't mind at all; he'd get his comeuppance eventually. She just wanted to provide some insight for the brat to reflect on his actions when she was no longer around.

Considering that Zhao Xiaochui was already working at full capacity every day, adding more tasks would probably cause him to collapse, so the fat receptionist didn't say anything more.

At the same time, the chubby receptionist also felt a sense of admiration for the young man.

If it were someone from the older generation like them, even if time could be reversed, they couldn't guarantee they would work as hard as he did!
Three more chapters tomorrow, and this volume will end.

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