The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 191 It's your turn for a foot massage
"Try not to come again in the future."

For Brother Lin right now, this statement is more serious than being laid off by a major company.

He's become obsessed with high-intensity fitness; the dopamine rush is irresistible. Quitting? For someone already addicted, that's easier said than done!

So it's no wonder he was in a hurry.

"Boss, Boss Zhao."

Brother Lin practically leaped off the multi-functional massage bed, not even bothering to put on his shoes, and tried to chase after him barefoot.

Unfortunately, Zhao Xiaochui seemed not to hear him and walked toward the female HR who had been following him.

"Little hammer!"

Brother Lin used the way his regular customers always addressed him.

Zhao Xiaochui stopped in his tracks!

Seeing this, Brother Lin was overjoyed and staggered to Zhao Xiaochui, leaning forward slightly and adopting the lowest posture:
"Little Hammer, on-site service for businesses! Have you considered on-site service for businesses?" He spoke very quickly, as if afraid the other party would turn around and leave at any moment. "I happen to have some authority here, and I can arrange on-site service from my department! You can decide the time and location, and we'll provide you with the best places for the meeting room and rest area!"

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui's brows slowly furrow, Brother Lin's heart jumped into his throat. He quickly added, "Double, triple, whatever you want, set the price however you like, as long as it's for the department I'm in charge of..."

Lin Ge was interrupted by Zhao Xiaochui's question before he could finish speaking:

Which major manufacturer?

A spark of hope ignited in Lin Ge's eyes. He straightened his back slightly and proudly announced his home address:
"Qiandu!"

"I'm not going, goodbye!"

"..." Brother Lin confirmed some of his previous guesses about Zhao Xiaochui. Seeing that Zhao Xiaochui was about to leave, he quickly asked, "Why don't you name a price?"

His tone and attitude were beyond reproach; flattery was the best way to describe his current attitude.

However, Zhao Xiaochui didn't even turn his head, showing no interest whatsoever in the "get rich quick" opportunity he had offered.

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"Why are you following me?"

"Following you, let's find out exactly what makes this 'unique technician' you're talking about so unique?"

"Do you understand now?"

Zhao Xiaochui led Cheng Jin toward the glass workshop, asking questions as he went.

The female HR looked at the excited people in the waiting area with a puzzled expression, and said with a wry smile, "If these people weren't extras you hired, then we probably have some clues."

Upon entering the studio, Ms. Pan Xiaoli had already set up all the massage beds, and the multi-functional massage bed worth 100,000 yuan was being used for the first time.

Zhao Xiaochui gets foot massages, and the young lady had only heard of it but never actually seen it.

The legend of that foot massage festival is still talked about today. After all, it didn't last very long, but the effect was remarkable. Those who had their feet massaged by Zhao Xiaochui are still the envy of the residents of Fatou.

"Little Hammer said I had a bad stomach, and the few times he pressed on my stomach, my stomach still feels warm to this day."

"Me too. Little Hammer said I have kidney problems and told me to give up the habit of taking Chinese medicine randomly. Hey, you know what, I've really felt much better lately."

Applying the reflex zones to the soles of the feet is indeed more effective than applying it directly to the body!
For the past month, customers have been trying to find treatment options on the mini-program, but to no avail.

Now it exists, but the technician isn't Zhao Xiaochui.

Many people left messages in the comments section, hoping that Zhao Xiaochui would personally take charge, and they were willing to accept a shorter time and a higher price.

To be honest, Zhao Xiaochui's current basic service price of over 4,000 yuan for 20 minutes was driven up by this group of people.

As Cheng Jin listened to the young lady's chattering description, his expression gradually changed from disbelief to understanding.

As an HR professional, she knows that when a person's skills reach their peak and become a scarce resource, their value is no longer measured by a fixed price, but by the market itself.

She took the tea offered by the young lady, sat in the corner, and carefully observed everything in the studio.

This is the place the lady described as "a place many customers want to get into but can't," with two massage beds and a multi-functional bed, which now also offers foot massage services.

There were also two private rooms, clearly prepared for special customers. Cheng Jin had heard that the studios upstairs were all like that, with incredibly luxurious decor.

Between the two cubicles was a desk with a bookshelf, which was crammed full of large books, clearly indicating that it had been frequently read.

Zhao Xiaochui sat there working, staring at the computer, carefully reviewing the information uploaded by customers.

Lin Wei's guests, filled with excitement and trepidation, were already soaking their feet on the multi-functional bed; a pair of parents with a child sat at the desk carrying a lot of gifts, constantly expressing their gratitude.

Zhao Xiaochui seemed used to this kind of scene. He didn't refuse the gifts or deal with the parents' gratitude. Instead, he carefully checked the child's eyes.

"Eyes are for reading, not for playing games."

"Your uncle traded your future potential for normal vision now. If you don't take care of yourself, your uncle won't be able to help you recover."

The child listened to Zhao Xiaochui very well. He was impatient with his parents' urging, but nodded repeatedly when Zhao Xiaochui spoke.

Upon learning that she would not be coming back and would no longer be able to enjoy the cool sensation in her eyes, she cried with reluctance.

Cheng Jin: "..."

Surely a child who shows such genuine emotion can't be just an extra.

After seeing the three children off, the foot massage customer over there had already had her feet cleaned by the young lady.

Zhao Xiaochui sat down on the edge of the multi-functional bed and began applying essential oil to his hands.

In Cheng Jin's eyes, Zhao Xiaochui's technique was very professional, but even more so, it was beautiful!

Indeed, amidst the guests' screams, Zhao Xiaochui seemed to be playing musical instruments with their feet.

The strength and rhythm of his hands gave Cheng Jin a pleasing feeling.

Keep in mind, this is a foot massage, and the customer's feet were covered in calluses and dead skin, to the point of being unsightly.

But Zhao Xiaochui ignored it, pressing the buttons with great enthusiasm while constantly explaining the science behind them.

He introduced the traditional Chinese medicine foot massage theory of "stopping when you get the Qi" to the customers, and advised them that if they go to a foot massage parlor on the street, they should just pay to enjoy the emotional value and never let the technician add pressure randomly.

Zhao Xiaochui emphasizes the principles of 'moderation, safety, and effectiveness' to all foot massage customers.

But in Cheng Jin's view, those customers didn't listen to him at all. They came with the feeling of winning the lottery, and were shouting "Aww~" the whole time. Then they left with words of gratitude and a look of satisfaction and smugness.

Keep in mind that, excluding the foot soaking time, each customer only spends five minutes, so what kind of expressions do they have on their faces?
Are the acting skills of extras these days really that good?

Before four o'clock, Lin Wei had finished serving her guests, and the young lady began to tidy up the multi-functional bed, while Zhao Xiaochui continued to serve the children.

Excluding conversation time, a child's massage takes two to three minutes, but costs more than four thousand. Is it worth it?

Cheng Jin quietly called out to a parent and joined a vision protection group.

The group chat was full of what she called 'extras'.

There was no idle chatter inside; everyone was exchanging relaxed and leisurely travel tips and reservation strategies. Judging from the lively atmosphere, it was clear that all the children who were able to sit in front of Zhao Xiaochui were lucky.

After pondering for a moment, Cheng Jin posted his question in the group chat.

Immediately, enthusiastic parents provided her with some basic information:

A slightly better imported orthokeratology lens, suitable for 200 degrees of astigmatism, costs more than 15,000 yuan, not including fitting fees, nursing fees, and follow-up examination fees. And these expenses can only control myopia.

Not to mention the complicated wearing process and the effort required.

According to this parent, a relaxed, slow-paced approach would only require a maximum of three visits.

The price is less than 13,000 yuan.

Most importantly, children and parents no longer need to go through the orthokeratology (OK) process.

The female HR manager learned more about her new boss.

At this moment, the young woman came to her side, pointed to the multi-functional bed that had already been refilled with water, and said softly under Cheng Jin's questioning gaze:
"Director Cheng, it's your turn for a foot massage."

(End of this chapter)