The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 77 Uniform
And so, the date came to June 30th.

The last day of June was also the day before the fat receptionist requested the opening date.

Zhao Xiaochui, hunched over, brought the cold breakfast to the corner.

"Yangyang, just eat this."

The child had been beaten by his stepmother the night before, and he endured the physical pain, pretending nothing had happened as he accepted the gift.

"uncle."

"Ok?"

"Besides the fruity taste, I can't remember anything else about my mother."

"fine."

Zhao Xiaochui shakily raised his left hand and placed it on the child's head.

He just wanted to offer comfort, regardless of whether it was his left or right hand.

After the upgrade, the heat flow he could control made it no difference which hand he used.

However, this caused him to miss the opportunity to find out about his child's physical condition at that time.

"Let me think of another way!"

Zhao Xiaochui was thinking about which uniformed officer he had served was the most easy to talk to and had access to the latest generation of police mobile phones when he ate at the Fatou Police Station every day.

"Uncle, you're exhausted. You should rest first."

"Ok?"

Zhao Xiaochui looked at Yangyang in surprise. The shadow in the corner made the child's face blurry, and he couldn't observe the child's expression.

But this is something a five-year-old child can say.

"It's alright, Uncle isn't tired. I'll be done by tomorrow. Yangyang, think about it patiently. If you still can't remember, Uncle will find a way to look it up."

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui's tired face and drowsy eyes, the child opened his mouth but didn't say anything more.

They were eating and drinking heartily in the shadows.

Zhao Xiaochui stroked his hair again, put the opening invitation aside, and slowly got up, dragging his tired body into the massage parlor.

Physical fatigue can be relieved by warmth. But mental fatigue is beyond the power of warmth.

So he didn't see the child's bloodshot eyes while he was eating.

He used to think that the worst person in the world was Old Gu, because he always made things difficult for him and lied to him.

Who knew that after interacting with people from all walks of life, I would discover that Old Gu was actually a kind person.

He was forced by the fat receptionist to "learn the skills and go down the mountain to enter the world". In that brand new world, no one knew his abilities or his specialness, and treated him as an ordinary person.

No one could understand his result.

Everything requires communication and some back-and-forth.

Being too refined makes one vulnerable to being bullied; easily sympathizing and compromising only leads to being deceived and humiliated.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't understand why this was happening, but he didn't need to understand it for the time being.

The renovation of the new store was completed and handed over today.

Once he gets through tomorrow's opening ceremony, the fat receptionist will have no excuse to 'exploit' him anymore.

This is Zhao Xiaochui's way of comforting himself.

These days, he ignored the fat receptionist's nagging and always responded with silence.

It's natural for young people to be impatient with others' teachings, but he listened to everything the fat receptionist said. He doesn't understand it now, but he'll understand it later.

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July 1st is D's birthday, and also the opening day of the new store.

6:00 AM.

Today, Liu Li skipped her usual early "Six-Character Formula" practice, but still got up early.

After preparing breakfast—steamed buns and pre-made porridge from the shop downstairs—she snuggled into the arms of the energetic young man who was fast asleep in bed, wriggling around a bit to wake him up.

Then, before the energetic young man could lose his temper, he ran out of the house laughing and went to the public bathroom to wash up.

She was carrying a free makeup tool kit worth 12800 yuan.

She has quite a few looks to go for the 'non-aggressive makeup' look.

By the way, apart from Guoguo, the other girls all failed their assessments in their own ways.

No one made things difficult for them, since they had really tried their best, so they were all hired.

The same applies to the veteran masseuses at blind massage parlors.

For a while after the new store opened, everything depended on Zhao Xiaochui to keep it afloat.

6:40.
In the grove of Fatou Park, after a day of exercise, Old Zhou, feeling refreshed, bought breakfast.

The Six-Character Formula is effective regardless of whether you've mastered it or not; the only difference is the time it takes to practice it.

Old Zhou was lucky; under Zhao Xiaochui's cheat-like teaching, the results were even better. Now his blood pressure is stable, and he has stopped taking all sorts of random health supplements.

He is a retired teacher from the university with a senior professional title and a pension of over 10,000 yuan.

He only has minor health problems that don't prevent him from traveling. The only reason he didn't go was because of his family living in a dilapidated old house in the western part of the city.

To pay for their grandson's schooling, they emptied their savings on a property worth tens of millions.

The son and daughter-in-law are an elderly couple who both work in the city's sub-center and hold relatively high positions of power, so they have very limited energy to take care of their family.

Because of his professional sensitivity and the difficulty in finding a reliable nanny, Old Zhou had no choice but to take matters into his own hands. He was willing to do it all for his grandson.

Every day, I travel from outside the East Fourth Ring Road to inside the West Second Ring Road, responsible for picking up students after school, preparing dinner, and then returning to Fatou.

Is it too much trouble?
For the sake of his family, Lao Zhou didn't mind the trouble.

However, he declined his son's offer to stay with him, because back here, there were daily exercise support groups and that energetic young man...

Old Zhou was then confident that he could take his eldest grandson to junior high school.

He only feels at ease living here.

…………

"I guess I can rest easy now."

At Jinmao Mansion, Old Zhao packed up his beloved tea set and fishing gear, took one last look at the mansion, and sighed.

Behind him, his relatives and friends were all there, and they felt sorry for the old man seeing his condition.

They could actually raise the compensation, but Old Man Zhao refused, since he was the only one involved in his grandson's matter and it was he who put in a good word for Zhao Wuyou.

The old lady beside him was holding her great-grandson. Gone were the sighs and groans from a few days ago. There was no reluctance in her eyes to leave the mansion; instead, she looked mostly at ease.

No amount of money, even a multi-million dollar property, is more important than family. Losing money to save family is worth it.

It's also reassuring.

The great-grandson may not be able to become a civil servant in the future, but that's okay. The elderly couple still have several old properties, which is enough to ensure that the child will have no worries about food and clothing.

and,

I feel at ease...

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7:30.
When his stepmother came downstairs for breakfast, Yangyang crawled out from under a tattered cardboard box on the old sofa in the hallway.

He went into the house, stole two eggs, and hid them.

He planned to cook the food and give it to his stepmother when she went to work.

Having known Uncle Zhao for a short time, he felt he had something important to do today, and if he didn't do it now, he might never have the chance again.

Children don't have many thoughts, but the pain and physical instincts made the child subconsciously feel that something was wrong.

His biological father got into trouble, and his stepmother took out her resentment on him, beating him every three to five days until he was beaten every day. He planned to give away the eggs and then do something else.

His stepmother throws flowerpots at Uncle Zhao every night in the middle of the night, and he can see it.

Perhaps all of this is because of myself?
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8:00.
Morning light filters through the gauze curtains, casting a soft, warm glow on the dormitory building.

Zhao Xiaochui saw the text message confirming that her salary had been deposited into her account yesterday.

After tax, it was over 187,000.

This figure is mainly due to the contributions of door-to-door services and Jiang Ying, 'Mrs. Jiang'.

After paying the investment amount again, his balance once again approached 500,000.

Zhao Xiaochui was in a good mood. He put down his phone and looked at his custom-made clothes on the bed.

The stand-up collar is bluish-gray, with mother-of-pearl buttons that subtly shimmer, and the shoulders are crisp, with the silk draping naturally.

He put on his clothes one by one, fastening the last mother-of-pearl button, and his breath hitched as he turned around.

Liu Li was bending down to adjust the silk sash around her waist. The silk fabric flowed like water along her curves, and the milky white fabric peeking out from her neckline swayed slightly with her movements.

Liu Li is very beautiful. I never expected her to look so beautiful after wearing a haute couture dress and having her makeup done so carefully.

In addition, her figure...

How can I possibly stand it?
(End of this chapter)