The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 95 Reality
On the massage bed, the customer, who had been overjoyed, realized something was wrong and slumped back down dejectedly.

"Little hammer."

At this moment, Sister Hua nudged Zhao Xiaochui from behind, "Come here."

thriving?

Zhao Xiaochui then noticed that Hua Jie, with her disheveled hair, had dark circles under her eyes and her waist was noticeably stiff when she walked.

He quickly stepped forward, supported Sister Hua's waist, and gently pressed down with his internal energy.

The two of them immediately increased their speed considerably.

…………

The relaxed and leisurely bar was originally a self-service area, fully equipped with various tea and beverage machines. It was only after it was packed with customers that Sister Hua came over to help.

Behind the bar is the tea and relaxation area.

Sister Hua brought Zhao Xiaochui here and showed him this messy yet 'thriving' scene.

Sister Hua tucked her stray hairs haphazardly behind her ears and tapped her knuckles on the marble countertop with a series of rapid, muffled sounds.

The steam from the tea machine hissed, the white mist blurring the weariness between her brows. She suddenly reached out and turned off the machine, the abrupt "click" making Zhao Xiaochui shudder.

Hua Jie handed Zhao Xiaochui a cup of black tea and sat down in front of him. "He's made some money over the years. He said he'll pay the amount stipulated in the non-compete agreement as compensation, consider it your tuition fee."

Zhao Xiaochui held the bone china teacup, remained silent for a moment before speaking:

"Of the four types of lumbar disc herniation, only one is suitable for conservative treatment. He wants to use the techniques I taught him as a family heirloom, but he'll get into trouble sooner or later."

"Just leave others alone," Sister Hua said wearily, gulping down her black coffee. "Little Hammer, don't blame Sister Hua for being impatient."

Zhao Xiaochui waved his hands repeatedly: "I don't blame you, I don't blame you, Sister Hua, just tell me what's wrong."

Sister Hua put down the bone china cup: "Little Hammer, what's your position in the store?"

“Massage therapist,” Zhao Xiaochui thought for a moment, “technical director, essential oil blender, hmm…”

"And there's the store director, operations manager," Hua Jie added for Zhao Xiaochui when he couldn't name them, "blind massage supervisor, SPA area supervisor, TCM consultant, although he's unlicensed, and..."

As each word appeared, Zhao Xiaochui covered her head and looked helplessly at Sister Hua.

Do you know what my position is?

Sister Hua didn't let him off the hook. "Receptionist, receptionist, barista, tea master, sighted and disabled person's assistant, bed-making specialist, linen lady, door-to-door cleaning staff, SPA area soundproofing attendant, customer service system record clerk, accountant, cashier, also a part-time etiquette driver, plus other miscellaneous tasks, it's even more chaotic than the author's terrible writing..."

Sister Hua pointed to her haute couture business suit, her eyes vacant, and continued, "And..."

"Sister Hua, please stop talking, we're hiring!"

Zhao Xiaochui wanted to settle the matter once and for all.

"Where are you going to recruit? I spent three whole nights learning how to make a bed. Our SPA area has such high requirements for the appearance and age of its employees. Where are you planning to recruit from? Are you going to poach people from five-star hotels? Who will poach them, and from which hotel?"

"Find Secretary Liu!" The name 'Foreigner Shang Yang' mentioned by the distinguished teacher popped into Zhao Xiaochui's mind again, and immediately became his lifeline.

“I did look for him!” Sister Hua stated calmly, “but he ignored me.”

Sister Hua doesn't blame anyone. She knows her own limitations. Apart from being richer than the average person, she is nothing in this society.

Before she could finish telling Zhao Xiaochui the surprising news, Sister Hua got up and pulled a disheveled middle-aged man out of a corner after walking a short distance.

Zhao Xiaochui knew him; Shen Yan was his new colleague, but not as a massage therapist, but as a computer technician.

Easy Slow Travel hires highly paid customer service system maintenance engineers, one of the talents that Ali sends to society every year.

Shen Yan originally thought she was here to enjoy a relaxed and leisurely retirement, but unexpectedly...

He retrieved some data from the system backend using his tablet, handed it to Zhao Xiaochui, and then slumped onto the sofa, looking exhausted. The customized system, worth millions, was very sophisticated, and the financial data was presented in simple tables, but Zhao Xiaochui couldn't understand the contents.

"You still have over seventy medical reports uploaded by clients that you haven't reviewed. Leaving aside whether you can handle that, let's talk about the pre-deposits..."

Hua Jie spoke again, her expression complicated—it was that number that had kept her going until now: "Little Hammer, we've almost recouped all our investments. Jiang Ying alone has saved 200 million."

1280 million.

This number made Zhao Xiaochui tremble again.

Jiang Ying received 200 million yuan, Yu Xiaoning received 80 yuan, and the backend data also shows a list of people whose applications were temporarily rejected by the major shareholder's privileged access point:

Film star Wang Churan, big boss Zheng Dehua, president of the massage association...

Zhao Xiaochui asked, bewildered, "Who are all these people?"

Seeing that he had truly forgotten the guests at the opening ceremony, Sister Hua shook her head and waved her hand weakly, "You keep watching."

What to look at next? Zhao Xiaochui turned his gaze back to the tablet and was then drawn to the highlighted names.

The names are unfamiliar, but the department labels preceding them are not.

The National Audit Office, the J Commission, and a certain ministry.

"What is this now?" Zhao Xiaochui was truly panicked.

Hua Jie's eyes were also vacant as she murmured, "Miss Yu needs an invoice."

"Don't we have a tax portal in our backend?" Zhao Xiaochui asked, puzzled. She had already received many tax benefits from Fatty, so there was no need for her to resort to tax evasion; she could simply pay taxes according to the law. "Couldn't she just retrieve the electronic invoices directly from the mini-program?"

"She applied for publicly funded medical care through a special channel."

"..." Zhao Xiaochui asked in confusion, "Then why not just come for a check-up? Why book a massage?"

"A large advance payment of 800,000 yuan, yet it was specifically designated for this run-down place, Fatou, and a newly opened upscale shop. Little Hammer, doesn't this remind you of officials profiting for their relatives?"

Zhao Xiaochui was bewildered.

Sister Hua sighed deeply: "Little Hammer, have you ever heard Tangtang sing? Have you ever seen Xiaolu dance? Also, Guoguo always fights against strong men in multiple situations, so why does she only get so few injuries?"

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head; he had never asked the girls about their past.

"When my KTV first opened, it was supported by Tangtang singing. Once the business stabilized, Tangtang never sang again."

“Little Hammer, if it weren’t for Sister Chen,” Sister Hua explained, seeing Zhao Xiaochui’s confusion, “it would be your Fatty Sister.”

Zhao Xiaochui nodded knowingly, signaling Hua Jie to continue.

"If it weren't for Sister Chen, and you were put into the same situation that those girls had experienced in the past, do you know what would have happened?"

“In the case of Zhao Wuyou, you won’t be released from the prison that very night.”

"You will be detained for 24 hours, or 72 hours."

"You won't get a temporary residence permit either, and you might even be deported."

"After you leave, you'll be ostracized by your colleagues at the massage parlor. No matter how good your skills are, you won't even get a turn."

"You might think you'll have regular customers ordering from you, but the unfamiliar receptionist who benefits from this will find an excuse to arrange for another technician."

"You can quit your job, but you don't have the capital. You can only buy a second-hand massage bed and try to attract business at Fatou Park, but someone will be watching you and reporting you."

"If I were a little more ruthless, I would keep an eye on you no matter where I go, until I destroy you!"

(End of this chapter)