The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 8 Opportunity
What is the purpose of this certificate?

In high-end clubs or certain circles, it is considered an added bonus.

Elsewhere, let alone a blind massage parlor that charges 60 yuan an hour, even a foot massage parlor on the street that charges 299 yuan, you'd be considered a scoundrel if you tried to use this certificate to serve customers.

Before his rebirth, Zhao Xiaochui overheard someone talking about this certificate and took advantage of the cheap price to get it done.

In two or three months, when the issuing body becomes the International Association of Beauty and Cosmetology (CIDESCO), the price will be different.

3 dollars.

Secretary Liu was both amused and exasperated. He pointed at Zhao Xiaochui and said to the middle-aged man, "I've tried this kid's technique. One massage can keep me comfortable for three days, and my symptoms are getting milder and milder. I think it's already having a therapeutic effect..."

"Hey, Secretary Liu," Zhao Xiaochui quickly interrupted, "There's no treatment, only relief. Don't you want to harm me."

Zhao Xiaochui turned to the middle-aged man and said seriously, "Sir, if you are feeling unwell, I can offer some relief; it should be quite effective. If you would like treatment..."

"Not to mention I'm not qualified, this place is also wrong."

Indeed, there are sports injuries suffered by provincial-level professional athletes and blind massage parlors that operate for 61 hours.

It can't even touch it.

“Dad,” the chubby girl who had been watching the commotion spoke up, looking at Zhao Xiaochui with interest, “you try it first.”

The middle-aged man thought for a moment, then suddenly laughed and said, "I was being stubborn. Okay, I'll give it a try."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xiaochui didn't say anything more. He took out the relevant items from the disinfection cabinet and quickly laid out the massage bed.

What's wrong with you?

A middle-aged man took off his clothes and lay face down: "Lumbar muscle strain."

Do you know what a tender point is?

The middle-aged man pointed to two spots with his fingers behind his back.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at it but didn't say anything.

One Zhibian acupoint and one Shenshu acupoint, are these really tender points?

Zhao Xiaochui suppressed his anger: "Sir, these two are acupoints. You will press them after relieving the pressure points."

"I do not know."

He's a difficult and harsh person. If it were an ordinary customer, Zhao Xiaochui, who doesn't lack customers, wouldn't bother serving him.

60 yuan, what are you even doing checking it out?
However, considering Secretary Liu and the identity of that chubby girl, Zhao Xiaochui had some guesses about this middle-aged man:

A division-level cadre and leader of the Beijing Sports Bureau, who has had regular contact with certified rehabilitation therapists.

Is this the opportunity he's been waiting for?
I guess so.

If this person is easy to talk to, Zhao Xiaochui will take good care of the fat girl.

Through him, I met a rehabilitation expert and spent some money to become his apprentice.

The "Traditional Medicine Apprenticeship Completion Certificate" is Zhao Xiaochui's path to success.

He didn't ask for much; a simple certificate would suffice. As for those massage styles that have been included in the intangible cultural heritage list, he didn't even dare to think about them.

Zhao Xiaochui pursed his lips, carefully examined the middle-aged man's lower back, and then raised his right hand.

The heat is concentrated in the thumb, but only slightly.

He has a knack for getting things done, and Secretary Liu knows more than just him. As long as he can break into new circles, what does it matter if he doesn't need a certificate?

The right hand falls.

Thumb pushing method.

Extra points outside the meridians.

Seventeenth vertebra.

"Ah."

A muffled groan was heard.

The chubby girl's eyes lit up, and she went to the bedside to observe carefully.

Twenty seconds later, the acupoints were moved, and amidst the middle-aged man's muffled groans, the tender points discovered during the physical examination were addressed one by one.

Flat push: Press firmly on the target area with one thumb, apply pressure of 1.75 kg, and push in a straight line at a frequency of 65 times per minute, gradually reducing the pressure as the symptoms subside.

Note: Press firmly with your fingertips, hold for 10 seconds, applying 1.25 kg of pressure.

Zhao Xiaochui's body remained completely still, but the changes in his right thumb's movements were dazzling.

"I remember the experts at the hospital saying that these areas would take at least a minute to treat, right?" the chubby girl asked again.

"This is not treatment, it's relief."

"Oh." The chubby girl smiled, stepped aside, and remained silent.

A moment later, she looked at her sleeping father in astonishment.

Zhao Xiaochui stopped and let out a long breath. He had gained quite a bit this time; the heat flow caused by lumbar muscle strain in middle-aged people is greater than that in ordinary people.

Half an hour later, the middle-aged man who had woken up looked at him with a complicated expression.

"You can just call him Director Li, he's from the State General Administration of Sport."

Secretary Liu finally introduced the middle-aged man's identity.

“Director Li.” Zhao Xiaochui nodded cautiously.

Director Li nodded, his expression softening considerably, almost to the point of being amiable.

"Xiaoying has a meniscus tear in her knee."

"The experts at the hospital said that conservative treatment is possible, but training and competitions must be stopped." "The National Championships and National Team Selection Tournament are in two weeks."

At this point, the middle-aged man hesitated for a moment before speaking:

"As long as you can guarantee Xiaoying's condition..."

"These are symptoms, not treatments!"

Ignoring his status, Zhao Xiaochui interrupted, not allowing anyone or anything to disturb his normal life.

He only had four thousand yuan and couldn't afford the fine.

Old Gu, who was watching closely from the side, had already secretly raised his phone.

“Okay.” Director Li became much more agreeable.

There are extraordinary people in the countryside who can sleep for half an hour more effectively than they can sleep for five hours at home. This is not only because of Secretary Liu's introduction, but also because they trust their own feelings.

He can't even remember how long it's been since he felt his waist.

"Xiaoying's team needs a rehabilitation therapist."

“I can do odd jobs, but I don’t know anything about rehabilitation therapy.”

"Then I'll take the odd jobs."

"What about the cost?"

Secretary Liu glanced around the massage parlor and chuckled, "It's more expensive than this place."

Zhao Xiaochui didn't say anything, but took out his phone, pulled up yesterday's WeChat income statistics, and showed them to Director Li.

"..."

"This is my fee for the home visit service after get off work."

Looking at his phone, Director Li glanced at Secretary Liu.

Secretary Liu shrugged. He was also among the payers in that service because his elderly family members had difficulty going out, so he ordered a month's worth of service at once.

After thinking for a moment, Director Li entered a number on his phone.

Zhao Xiaochui looked at it and nodded to Secretary Liu.

Secretary Liu picked up the phone and called the shop owner.

Zhenqingsong is a chain organization, and the so-called store owners are regional chain operation managers.

Hearing the flattering voice coming from the phone, Zhao Xiaochui sighed inwardly.

This is just the neighborhood committee secretary~~~
As a result, Zhao Xiaochui gained the privilege of not having to clock in or out.

…………

What happened to the neighborhood committee secretary?

At night, at a newly opened Beijing cuisine restaurant on Jinchan West Road, Liu Li was rummaging through the dishes with her chopsticks.

"I still need you to help me gain favors."

After saying that, Liu Li suddenly shouted:

"boss."

"You're here, what's up?"

What kind of dish is this?

"Fish-flavored shredded pork".

What kind of shredded fish-fragrant sauce?

Shredded pork.

"What about the meat?"

"..."

After the boss, blushing, took the dishes and left, Zhao Xiaochui continued the previous topic:

"The favor was repaid on the spot."

"A dormitory building in a tenement building, with one room, one bathroom and one kitchen, costs 500 yuan a month."

"Is this what you call a favor?" Liu Li said dismissively. "Those dilapidated houses are for civil servants, and even with subsidies, they only pay around a hundred yuan."

"We don't even own that dilapidated house. If someone else wanted to live there, it would cost 2000 yuan a month, and they wouldn't even qualify."

"..." Liu Li pouted, "Don't be so mean."

Her voice was loud and affected, attracting the frequent glances of the men at the two nearby tables.

Liu Li is very beautiful and daring to show skin. She often wears tight shark pants and doesn't wear platform shoes, so her legs are really long.

Zhao Xiaochui noticed the drinkers, but there was nothing to worry about.

In the capital in 2020, the nearby urban villages had long been demolished, and there was a police station right next door. If anyone dared to cause trouble, he would lie down and face consequences.

He used to envy others; now it's their turn to envy him.

What are you envious of? You're envious of the beautiful women around him.

"What are you looking at?"

"Look at you, you're beautiful."

(End of this chapter)