The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 42 High-end Door-to-Door Service Begins

Some parents would risk their lives for their children, while others would risk their children's lives!
This world...

By this time, the police officers in the car had already moved the fruit and gifts into the massage parlor. The district bureau leaders, seeing that Zhao Xiaochui still showed no signs of getting off, were somewhat amused and exasperated.

The child is angry with them and can't be bothered to talk to them!
How long has it been since he received such treatment?

"Once he gets his high school diploma, we'll sign him a logistics consultant contract, providing him with three meals a day. I'll personally oversee the budget for this when I get back."

In fact, Zhao Xiaochui has saved many people's careers, because no matter the reason, if that oddball were to die from overwork, the consequences would be...

"clear."

"This incident should serve as a wake-up call for us. We must strictly implement the annual physical examinations. A document will be issued soon, and Lao Qi, you need to set a good example."

"Yes."

With Director Qi's cooperation, the leader, having finished his bureaucratic spiel, nodded in satisfaction and prepared to leave.

Before getting into the car, the district leader suddenly rubbed his lower back and asked, "Is he really that capable?"

The question was asked in a very low voice.

Director Qi stepped forward and said mysteriously, "Director, please don't spread this around yet. You'll know once you take the time to try it."

I tried it once, so it's even less likely to be leaked now.

"Hmm...make some arrangements for this weekend."

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After seeing the leaders off, Director Qi approached the front desk with a hint of resentment.

The chubby receptionist laughed when she saw his expression: "Don't blame me, I really couldn't stop him. He makes phone calls without hesitation, and he just keeps spouting things like 'abusing' and 'exploiting' his colleagues."

Director Qi shook his head: "This is just a series of coincidences. We can't blame anyone. In fact, we should really thank him."

"what happened?"

"His life was hanging by a thread!" Director Qi said thankfully. "During the consultation, he met the emergency surgery criteria of at least three departments. If it weren't for Zhao Xiaochui, that person could have really died just like that!"

"You're so strong!" the chubby receptionist exclaimed.

"Do you know what he said? 'I'm used to the pain!'"

"...For the sake of the children?"

The chubby receptionist shook her head, unwilling to think about it anymore, and pointed to the gifts piled up at the reception desk, asking, "Is your department so generous?"

"The vast majority of them were brought by patients' families," Director Qi explained. "Actually, the student studying abroad is a good kid. He was looking for a job without telling his family while writing his master's thesis. I heard he got an offer from a lawyer with 20-23 years of experience. He plans to tell his family after he gets a job because he doesn't want his parents to work hard to support his doctoral studies."

“That’s good, now both sides are on good terms, so it wasn’t all for nothing,” the chubby receptionist pulled out two packs of cigarettes from the pile of gifts and handed them to Director Qi. “Take these. This matter caused you trouble, so this is Little Hammer’s apology.”

Director Qi refused: "I've given it up."

"What?" The chubby receptionist stared at the director, a 30-year smoker, in disbelief.

"Um... my son is almost 30, and he's still not doing anything productive all day. And what about the housing prices in Beijing...?"

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On the second floor, a little boy devoured a bowl of plain porridge with a few pickled vegetables, and then Zhao Xiaochui began to take his pulse.

His pulse was so steady that even he found it hard to believe, so he used a warm current to confirm it again.

All right.

The boy, whose face had regained its rosy hue, was looking at him with his big, dark eyes.

"Where is your biological mother?" When asking this question, Zhao Xiaochui looked away, as if afraid of hurting the child.

"I forgot." The boy's voice wasn't like that of a typical child; his tone carried a hint of worldliness.

So worldly-wise, Zhao Xiaochui lost interest in talking. After telling him to wait for her at the usual place for dinner, she turned and went downstairs.

Back at the massage parlor, he found the owner of the tobacco and alcohol shop across the street counting a pile of cigarettes, alcohol, and gifts, and paying the chubby receptionist in cash at the original price using a calculator. The chubby receptionist handed the gifts directly to Zhao Xiaochui: "These things are mostly gifts from customers' families. I'm accepting them for you; otherwise, there will be trouble."

You exchanged the fruit you didn't need for cash; you can decide what to do with it.

Zhao Xiaochui happily accepted the money, counted it, and found it to be about 2 yuan. He then ran to the police station to deposit the money.

While you're at it, summon the Ghost Fire Guy, give him some high-end fruit, and ask him to deliver it to the girls at the KTV.

It was only then that Zhao Xiaochui learned from the fat receptionist that the baby-faced young man who rode a modified Nissan electric scooter all day was actually Director Qi's son, and that he was almost thirty years old, so he should be called "Big Brother".

Zhao Xiaochui washed and cut up the remaining fruit, then distributed it to her colleagues and customers.

For the rest of the time, Zhao Xiaochui did not return to the studio. He ate fruit and chatted with customers, giving them massages and rubs as he went. He made money amidst laughter and chatter, and that was how he finished his day at the massage parlor.

Next up is the high-end in-home service time.

However, Zhao Xiaochui was shocked when he saw the list and the prepared items for the delivery from the chubby receptionist.

"what is this?"

Oakworks lightweight folding massage bed.

"Are these massage sheets and massage towels?"

"Oh, right, it's a Prestige microfiber massage towel and a Cannon pure cotton thick massage sheet. We'll give each customer a set after their massage."

"How much is this set?"

"200-300, don't worry about it, the money comes from the customer anyway."

Zhao Xiaochui wasn't worried about the money; he was worried about himself. The Oakworks massage bed cost 2 to 3 yuan. Even if it was lightweight and foldable, wouldn't he have to be careful to protect it when moving it? That would take a lot of effort.

But the plump receptionist was prepared. She pulled out a high-end trolley from under the counter and then easily piled all the items neatly on it, one in each hand.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at her arm and then noticed the calluses on her palms. Without saying a word, he easily pulled the cart and set off for work.

"Bang! Crash!"

With a loud bang, Zhao Xiaochui, who had just walked out, rushed back.

"You little bastard, you dare to smash the glass? I'll beat you to death!"

The small figure flashed past the entrance of the massage parlor. Seeing that no one was chasing after him, Zhao Xiaochui slowly walked out. Turning around and looking up, Zhao Xiaochui saw the burly figure.

It was too late for Zhao Xiaochui to see what he looked like, but he knew that he was that rogue father. He vaguely saw him smear something on his neck and then point at himself, a clear provocation.

Zhao Xiaochui smiled, turned around, and easily pulled the handcart away.

The upgrade in service prices has led to an upgrade in the service area. Zhao Xiaochui's high-end customers at night no longer include residents of Fatou.

OCT Beijing, a high-end residential complex that has been on the market for 20 years, initially had a clientele mainly consisting of artists and senior executives of foreign companies. Now, the clientele is becoming more diversified and is gradually becoming the main source of Zhao Xiaochui's customers.

Upgrading customers is something every service industry professional dreams of, but Zhao Xiaochui accomplished it effortlessly.

OCT No. 1 Courtyard features rare, well-ventilated, large-sized apartments. In the OCT community, where the average price is around 7 yuan per square meter, the price of apartments here is as high as 9 yuan per square meter or more.

Note that this is an old building complex that is over ten years old and does not have a school district.

The security guard was young and very responsible; he only let Zhao Xiaochui in after getting the resident's permission.

Walking through the tree-lined community, surrounded by native northern tree species such as ginkgo, Chinese scholar tree, and ash, and with cherry blossoms blooming along the roadside, it truly lives up to the slogan "Go downstairs and enter a garden."

Zhao Xiaochui felt increasingly constrained as he walked. The dramatic change in environment from the old tenement building to this upscale neighborhood with its shady trees could easily affect his mindset.

However, Zhao Xiaochui quickly overcame his change of mindset. The fat receptionist had said that in addition to the pre-quoted price, he could also accept tips for her high-end private services, which did not involve a share of the profits.

What could be more important than making money?
Zhao Xiaochui took a deep breath, arrived at the door of the largest apartment, and rang the doorbell.

The first guest was a woman named Guo Ruixue.

(End of this chapter)