The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 50 Uh

Zhao Wuyou had heard from his subordinates that the receptionist at that KTV was just an ordinary pretty girl before, but after this kid 'developed' her for a while, she suddenly became a rare beauty.

With the addition of those girls who were already of above-average quality, Zhao Wuyou was very optimistic about this move by the KTV group to enter the adult entertainment industry.

Indeed, Zhao Wuyou's impression of SPA was that it was a gray industry, and he had two foot massage parlors under his name that had opened this project.

They were all technicians with a bit of good looks, using cheap essential oils costing a few dozen yuan to rub all over the customers' bodies, while also letting the customers take advantage of them on their hands and feet.

The only legitimate service is an aromatherapy back massage, but this kind of legitimate service doesn't make money. A full-body aromatherapy massage after a shower costs at least 800 yuan, and even then, the technicians are only of average appearance.

What if it were those KTV girls instead?
Zhao Wuyou couldn't imagine how much money he would make.

Actually, this is because he has never been to a proper high-end club. If he had, he would know that it would be a more profitable business than he imagined. Of course, the prerequisite for making big money is a good customer base!
Zhao Wuyou's clientele, with their unhealthy mindsets, couldn't possibly generate that kind of revenue.

Zhao Wuyou had a sullen face, while Zhao Xiaochui remained calm as they walked together toward the gate.

When they reached the front desk, Zhao Xiaochui stopped and saw the 'uninvited guest' out.

"Mr. Zhao."

A group of idle young men walked over and gathered at the entrance of the massage parlor. The chubby receptionist raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything, while Zhao Xiaochui's expression finally changed.

Because he saw someone.

A robust man.

The chubby receptionist followed his gaze and introduced, "His name is Lai Chenggong, he's that child's scoundrel father. Oh, by the way, that child's name is Yangyang."

These words surprised Zhao Xiaochui once again, but his expression quickly returned to calm, a calmness that seemed very strange to the fat receptionist.

Such a strange expression shouldn't appear on the face of a naive child like Zhao Xiaochui.

Amidst the electronic voice saying "Hello, welcome back next time," Zhao Xiaochui pushed open the massage parlor door, ignoring Zhao Wuyou who was being fawned over, and walked straight up to Lai Chenggong.

Before his rebirth, it was this man who approached him with a sinister air and uttered the village committee's number, word by word.

"If you don't pay back the money within two hours, we'll call you and make a scene at home. Don't blame us for not giving you face then."

…………

Lai Chenggong noticed Zhao Xiaochui's actions, and he deliberately revealed a vicious smile:
"Kid, I haven't thanked you yet for treating my son."

Zhao Xiaochui stared straight at him.

His face was calm.

However, this calm expression suddenly made the muscular Lai Chenggong feel uneasy.

It was a kind of calm that came from being driven to a dead end and intending to perish together with others.

That was a state of calm where nothing mattered anymore, a calm prepared for destruction.

But him?
A nineteen-year-old boy, just starting out in society?
Lai Chenggong laughed at his own overthinking.

He reached out, intending to pat Zhao Xiaochui on the shoulder and say a few harsh words, but his elbow was grabbed by a hand that suddenly appeared just as he raised it.

Press with your thumb.

The Large Intestine Meridian of Hand Yangming.

Quchi acupoint.

Zhao Xiaochui easily grabbed the outstretched arm.

Lai Chenggong's forearm suddenly went weak and drooped down.

"Lai Zi, let go."

Zhao Wuyou spoke up at this moment.

Lai Chenggong looked at his arm, which he couldn't use, and his face instantly turned red.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaochui let go and took two steps back, unsure of what to do next.

In a society governed by the rule of law, unless it comes to the point of mutual destruction, ordinary people really have no good way to deal with such scoundrels.

"Little Hammer," the chubby receptionist said as she came out. She was a little surprised that Zhao Xiaochui had suddenly confronted Lai Chenggong. "Is there something you need?"

"It's nothing." Zhao Xiaochui smiled at Lai Chenggong, ignoring Zhao Wuyou who had come to his rescue, and turned around to help the chubby receptionist back to the massage parlor.

"You're fighting with that kid's scoundrel father because of that child?" the chubby receptionist asked, somewhat puzzled.

Upon hearing this question, Zhao Xiaochui's expression lost its chilling calm; he suddenly laughed and nodded.

"It's all for that child."

"You're just pretending to be kind!"

The chubby receptionist said irritably.

"You should think more about that Mr. Zhao. He seems to be doing business around here, and he'll probably cause you trouble."

As mentioned earlier, the chubby receptionist wasn't a local; it was just that her complicated social relationships and the type of business she did kept her out of the public eye.

How do I cause trouble?

Zhao Xiaochui asked without a care in the world, and before he knew it, he was speaking without any restraint next to the fat receptionist.

"Just pretend you're stupid."

The chubby receptionist tapped Zhao Xiaochui's head, then waved her hand dismissively and said, "Get back to work. If you run into trouble, just tell me."

"No trouble at all," Zhao Xiaochui retorted stubbornly, dodging the fat receptionist's taps, and went off to attend to the customers.

Outside the door, Zhao Wuyou asked his subordinates:
"Everyone says his cooking is good, but I don't think it's that good."

The subordinate asked confidently, "Mr. Zhao, did you say you've encountered this kind of skill before?"

“This…” Zhao Wuyou hesitated. This wasn’t a problem he hadn’t encountered before. He wasn’t at the age where he would start feeling uncomfortable all over. Usually, the massage service he received was provided by his female masseuses, whose skills were far inferior to that kid’s.

"Anyway, if he can train those girls in KTV, I'll definitely go and experience it for myself."

Zhao Wuyou thought about it and realized that this made sense.

He asked again, "By the way, is it true that the KTV reception desk you mentioned has changed drastically?"

"Confirmed!" This time, all the subordinates nodded in agreement.

"Mr. Zhao, to be honest, it hasn't changed much, it's just..."

"It's perfectly ripe."

"Yes, she's ripe, from her face to her figure, she's ripe. Mr. Zhao, in my opinion, you can't find anyone like her in the entertainment industry without filters."

"Let's go check it out tonight."

Zhao Wuyou said expectantly.

"Get out of the way, get out of the way~ uh~"

Suddenly, a chubby middle-aged woman made an "uh" sound and said with disgust:

"Spending all day wandering around instead of going to work, uh~ and getting in other people's way~ uh~"

"You~"

"Alright, let's go."

Sometimes these middle-aged women are even more shameless than scoundrels. Zhao Wuyou wouldn't bother getting into trouble if there were no conflict of interest.

"Little hammer~ uh~ little hammer~ uh~"

This was a member of the chubby receptionist's sisterhood, so no one scolded her for shouting. Seeing that she was not in a good state, the chubby receptionist quickly ran into the studio and pulled Zhao Xiaochui out.

"What's wrong?" Zhao Xiaochui asked, completely bewildered. "Sister Qian, where did you twist it?"

"Uh~uh~uh~" Sister Qian kept groaning. This situation became more and more serious after she entered the room, and she could no longer control herself.

"No, uh~ I didn't twist my stomach, uh, my throat, uh~ feels uncomfortable."

Zhao Xiaochui understood what was going on. He immediately grabbed Sister Qian's wrist and said to the chubby receptionist, "Sister Pang, get a few bottles of mineral water. Sister Qian, let's go inside."

"Here it is, little hammer." At this moment, an old man who was a regular customer in the studio came out and said awkwardly, "I feel much better after you massaged my stomach, but I couldn't hold in that fart, so the room smells a bit."

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

Sister Qian: "Uh...uh...uh~"

(End of this chapter)