The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 495 What are they planning to do?

A new day has begun.

Fatou, the flagship store of Xinqingsongmanxing.

It was a bright and sunny morning when Liu Lique took over Zhao Xiaochui's studio on the second floor.

Sitting by the bright window, Liu Li had a breakfast specially prepared for her by the cafeteria in front of her:

Avocado toast is made by thickly spreading whole-wheat sourdough bread, toasted until golden brown and crispy, with avocado puree simply seasoned with lemon juice, sea salt, and black pepper. Next to it, Greek yogurt is topped with homemade granola, fresh blueberries, and chopped figs.

Following the head chef's suggestion, Liu Li also drizzled a little amber-colored honey on top and garnished it with edible dried butterfly pea flowers.

Soothing jazz music flowed in her ears as Liu Li picked up her flat white latte with latte art floating on top. In the steamy atmosphere, she felt a little dazed. The "exquisite life scene" that she had fantasized about when she was a poor girl was now right in front of her.

But when she actually tasted it, she only felt a bitter taste on her tongue.

Toast and yogurt are just so-so.

With Little Hammer around, she might act a little bourgeois in front of him, but since the car accident, Little Hammer has been missing for more than a month.

There are only ten days left until the Chinese New Year. Liu Li stares blankly at her phone calendar every day, hoping that the missing guy will return safely.

The company opened the application channel for paid leave for all employees starting today, but the application list in the system is empty.

People in the office area were overwhelmed by the flood of cooperation proposals; while most of the veteran technicians on the front lines were homeless, and the newcomers were even more reluctant to give up their exorbitant commissions.

Having a lot of money definitely affects one's mindset.

But as long as their skills are solid enough and they can suppress their impetuousness, these newly promoted senior technicians would love to multiply their business several times over! After all, who would turn down money?

However, judging from the first month of full operation, there are generally fewer new technicians who can achieve this level of skill; the vast majority have returned to the Slow Weaving Life Community Service Center for further training.

Because of mindset issues, I lost my senior technician qualification. Now, becoming a senior technician is many times more difficult than when I first started learning.

Taking it easy and slow will give them a month to recover; if that's not possible, then we won't waste any more valuable training technician resources and time.

Just like those unscrupulous capitalists say, three-legged toads are hard to find, but two-legged people are plentiful.

These days, in addition to Beijing and Sichuan-Chongqing, the cities where the second and third branches are planned to open are making every effort to search for talent and send them to the flagship store of Relaxing and Slow Travel.

Liu Li didn't care about any of this. With Zhao Xiaochui and the other girls around, her life was simple, easy, and happy.

Even if she has mental health issues, Zhao Xiaochui will always be there to fix them. Someone asked, why?
She's just lucky!

Liu Li put down her coffee cup, smiled, and looked across the table at Zheng Lingling, a former food delivery worker, who was engrossed in gnawing on a chicken leg, her cheeks bulging.

Zheng Lingling suddenly looked up, her big, doe-like eyes wide open. She instinctively used her arm to protect her plate. This girl, whom Zhao Xiaochui had pulled out of the pile of takeout, now had skin so fair it could reflect light. She was no longer the tanned girl she used to be, but her foodie attitude remained unchanged.

Liu Li smiled and pointed to the mountain of lunch boxes piled up in front of Zheng Lingling:

"Ring ring~ How about I trade you your breakfast for this light meal set meal?"

Zheng Lingling froze, her cheeks puffed out, her eyes darting back and forth between the lunchbox and Liu Li—the thought of having to beg her later finally made her nod with a pained expression:
"...Then, then eat less mayonnaise!" she said, clutching the largest lunchbox tightly, looking aggrieved.

The Zheng Lingling of today no longer has the weathered, sun-tanned skin and the ever-present anxiety of struggling to make a living.

Now, she sits in a bright and clean restaurant, her cheeks glowing with a pampered, fair rosy hue, even her lips naturally curving upwards when she's lost in thought. This sense of ease, to put it bluntly, is the confidence built on money; she no longer needs to calculate the urge to snag a deal, no longer suffers from sleepless nights worrying about rent bills, and even her breath carries a slow, sweet scent.

The so-called "girl-next-door charm" is nothing more than the most natural rebound after life has loosened the tightly wound spring.

After the two finished breakfast, Liu Li glanced at the wall clock; there were less than ten minutes left before the store opened.

She wiped her mouth and asked, "You didn't come all this way just to have breakfast with me, did you?"

At this point, she suddenly waved her hand as if she remembered something: "If you want to use the back door to become a top-level technician, forget it, unless Little Hammer comes back and nods in approval!"

Liu Li knew that the senior technicians in the store were all speculating in private: if a master technician could train a senior technician, could a chief technician train a master technician?
From the very beginning, a small group of senior technicians were wavering in their minds. Before they could even approach Liu Li, they were rejected by the veteran employees. As a result, those people were sent back for retraining, and now, two weeks later, they still haven't been promoted again.

Upon hearing this, Zheng Lingling quickly shook her head: "I don't want to advance!" Then, clutching the hem of her clothes, she whispered, "When is the boss coming back?"

Liu Li gave a vague reply, but the other person hesitated and asked, "What's wrong?"

Zheng Lingling's face turned bright red, and she finally stammered:

“The customers have been so polite lately it’s creepy…” she gestured wildly. “I’ve never been this respectful to my own grandmother! Now they treat me like a goddess, they even bow to me when I hand them a towel!”

"..." Liu Li was stunned upon hearing this; she had never encountered such treatment before.

Although the foreign clients she received were all very polite, those international tycoons and Hollywood stars who spent hundreds of thousands to bid for her were just greedy and wanted to poach her. Who would really treat her like royalty?

(End of this chapter)