The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 69 Price and personnel in place
The person in question is Zhao Xiaochui.

But I'm sorry, even if the price is right, I might not be able to book an appointment.

Those who claim that the price is right and it will be right are simply boasting.

Did he study hard? Did he put in any hard work?
If not, he won't be able to do a good job when someone actually makes a bid.

For five years, Zhao Xiaochui persevered through cold winters and hot summers, mastering the meridians and acupoints to the bone, and internalizing the massage techniques. While others were engrossed in short videos, he buried himself in medical classics; while others rested, he tirelessly made house calls; while his peers grew weary, he honed his profession into a lifelong career in this small space.

In every industry, only people like this are qualified to say that. Are there many people like this?

If there were more, Zhao Xiaochui wouldn't encounter those VIPs who came knocking on his door.

For this rare expert skill, the chubby receptionist even came up with a "special appointment registration" service.

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However, the problem Zhao Xiaochui is facing now is that some customers are offering more affordable prices, so his service is not keeping up.

Just like Jiang Ying's wife, who offered prices that were above the industry average, can you, Zhao Xiaochui, deliver on that promise?

In that run-down massage parlor for the blind?

That kind of decorating style and the mixed-up environment?

Putting aside Jiang Ying's identity, just looking at her appearance and body, some men would go crazy without even drinking when they saw her.

Therefore, to achieve top-tier pricing, more top-tier talent and products are needed to justify that price.

For example, top-notch service venues, top-notch decoration teams, and top-notch designers.

The chubby receptionist could handle these three things; that was her promise. The preparations for the new store were to be done by her and Sister Hua, so Zhao Xiaochui had nothing to do with it.

But then a problem arose: the chubby receptionist needed Zhao Xiaochui to help her select products from top brands with a professional eye.

Zhao Xiaochui knew that his previous feeling was correct; the impatient emotions emanating from Fatty Sister were not only directed at him but also at him.

I will definitely find him something to do.

So from the time the training ended at noon until 10 p.m. when she got off work, Zhao Xiaochui was either providing services or communicating with relevant personnel and checking information.

Not knowing or not understanding is not an excuse; it's dereliction of duty. Otherwise, one wouldn't deserve such a high price.

Fortunately, before Zhao Xiaochui was reborn, he had received training at a high-end SPA store and had a basic understanding of the industry. With the cooperation of the designer and relevant professionals found by the fat receptionist, things are going relatively smoothly for now.

However, he had no decision-making power. From the moment Jiang Ying's astronomical figure appeared, a process of ensuring that the price, product, and service were in place had already begun.

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Yu Xiaoning is away on business abroad, and there is only one VIP customer coming to provide services tonight.

At 10 o'clock sharp, after the chubby receptionist gave him a thousand instructions, Zhao Xiaochui hurriedly pulled the high-end trolley away.

At the entrance of Building No. 1 in OCT, Zhao Xiaochui met two anxiously waiting middle-aged people at the stairwell.

The woman's name is Gao Ya, she has won international awards, and she is a commercial designer who can provide excellent service at a reasonable price.

The man's name is Qian Yuzhe, head of the P49 Deesign China office, a top spa solution architect, and all the projects he is responsible for have received a five-star rating from the Forbes Travel Guide.

See, when the price is right, we need to know how to greet that right price.

It's hard work and talent, not background or shortcuts!

In the service industry, the only standard for measuring industry elites is...

Full house!

These two are like Zhao Xiaochui; they're hard to get a date with.

The three of them started communicating in a WeChat group at noon.

After meeting, the two remained composed. When they saw the young Zhao Xiaochui, their eyes changed slightly, but there was no scene of them showing off or slapping each other in the face.

Zhao Xiaochui had a very good impression of the two people. Chatting with them was like a gentle breeze, and they were able to keep up with the conversation and offer valuable suggestions.

On the contrary, he was sometimes completely confused by their conversations and didn't understand them at all.

If the chubby receptionist knew about this, she would definitely gloat and say to him, "Silly kid, this is a complete and utter crushing defeat of your emotional intelligence and emotional intelligence; if they wanted, they could provide you with any emotional value you needed, like telepathy or perfect understanding..."

If these two are involved in fraud...

Zhao Xiaochui doesn't need to worry about these things because he has no ambition and doesn't believe in getting something for nothing. He can easily make money by tapping his phone, but what about the consequences?
Therefore, he devotes himself to his work with enthusiasm and seriousness every day.

He has a knack for it, and like these two, he's someone who takes his work to the extreme.

...While the three were talking, Qian Yuzhe subtly observed Zhao Xiaochui.

His cases all highlight top-of-the-line equipment as a marketing point, with a single treatment costing 3888, and every store is fully booked.

Jiang Ying was one of his major clients.

The young man in front of me, however, used people as a marketing highlight. He was the first person to encounter a massage therapist who could steal customers from top-notch equipment, and these were super customers.

I don't have much of a feeling about elegance. We're from different professions, so I don't know much about it and won't comment. As long as I do this small project well, I'll get a bigger project reward.

The relevant information had already been handed over to Zhao Xiaochun, but when the time came, the two still went over the same details repeatedly.

Zhao Xiaochui listened patiently and took careful notes, which made the two of them feel much better about each other. They only reluctantly let go of him when the appointment time was approaching.

This is the predicament of part-time salespeople. Clients are hard to meet. These two aren't Zhao Xiaochui; they can actually call out "Mrs. Jiang." It's about making money, not something to be ashamed of.

"Come up with me."

Because he had a good impression of the two, Zhao Xiaochui couldn't help but say something at the end.

"..."

The two stared at him blankly. How long had it been since they had seen such an honest young man?
“Mr. Zhao,” Gao Ya couldn’t help but ask, “what is your relationship with Mrs. Jiang?”

If he had a closer relationship with that 'Mrs. Jiang,' they might actually have gone up there without an appointment.

“She’s my customer,” Zhao Xiaochui said honestly. “I’ve only met her once, and I’ve never even served her.”

"And then Mrs. Jiang will invest in you?"

The two were speechless.

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head: "The major shareholders are two other people. They didn't know her before, and this isn't an investment; it's a service fee paid in advance."

Well, how should I put it...?

Zhao Xiaochui drew a square in the air with his right hand: "She has high requirements for the service environment. Because she booked a long-term service package, she hopes to customize an exclusive VIP room."

The two knew the reason, but the fact that it wasn't an investment but a service fee made them very curious about Zhao Xiaochui's professionalism.

"Mr. Zhao, please let us know when your store opens."

Qian Yuzhe made the request solemnly, and then he and Gao Ya declined the suggestion to go upstairs together.

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The top floor of the OCT (Overseas Chinese Town) building.

The luxuriously renovated house underwent a thorough cleaning as quickly as possible after the transaction.

What would be considered an enormous bathroom by an average person felt rather cramped to Jiang Ying.

But there was nothing he could do; the fat boss was unyielding and simply refused to let Zhao Xiaochui go to more distant places to do door-to-door services.

This is the capital, the most important place. How could a grown man be in danger?
Jiang Ying, of course, had no idea that in the eyes of the chubby receptionist, she was the source of danger.

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The water in the bathtub rippled gently as she lazily rose, her snow-white skin adorned with crimson petals, water droplets sliding down her collarbone.

The female assistant stepped forward, and Jiang Ying wrapped herself in her robe, a subtle fragrance wafting through the air, leaving only scattered red petals on the ground.

"The scent is off this time."

Jiang Ying frowned slightly, somewhat dissatisfied.

The female assistant quickly explained, "This is Technician Zhao's request. He said that the fresh petals air-shipped from Kunming are no worse than the French Centifolia Roses."

Privately, the female assistant agreed with the request. Putting flower petals in the bathtub was just a gimmick. The service fee for air-freighting flower petals from France was 3800 yuan per trip, just for taking a bath?

Zhao Xiaochui also didn't understand why he had to cater to so many unreasonable demands from this woman.

However, he somewhat understood what the fat receptionist meant: to let him get to know this level of customers in advance and prepare for the future.

The heat gave him a strong sense of perception. The fat receptionist not only felt a sense of urgency about certain things, but also a sense of being forced to grow too fast.

Fortunately, Jiang Ying is easy to talk to, so there's no harm in fulfilling her request and getting to know her better.

Zhao Xiaochui had been waiting in the entryway for five minutes.

(End of this chapter)