The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 237 Projected Foreign Exchange Income
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Under the relaxed and leisurely membership system, a pure exchange of commercial resources was completed seemingly unintentionally.

Wang Churan has earned back hundreds or even thousands of times the amount she spent here!

Qian Mankun was certain that if he dared to have any improper thoughts, without Qian Mankun having to do anything, these members would tear him apart!

Mr. Li understood this as well, and he handed the phone back to Qian Mankun: "Why are their evaluations so detailed?"

"integral!"

Qian Mankun glanced at his points and smiled slightly. "Points can be exchanged for the privilege of not needing to make an appointment, which is very valuable!"

Mr. Li understood and put away his previous greedy thoughts: "Let's take another look, let's take another look..."

As they pushed open the door, the two happened to see a waitress leading a young man into the VIP room next door.

"Why does this look so familiar?" Mr. Li asked, puzzled.

Qian Mankun thought for a moment and said in a low voice, "He is a Grand Slam winner in table tennis."

For those like Mr. Li who have the ability and ideas, there's not much that can be done for a relaxed and slow pace.

Because many influential figures will become its clients, putting it in the spotlight and nipping any budding ambitions in the bud.

Given its headstrong and stubborn demeanor when facing billions of ugly donkeys, anyone who dares to have any "thoughts" about it will find themselves in an extremely dangerous situation.

In China, there is a term called 'public opinion'.

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Zhao Xiaochui didn't care about the guests' identities.

For guests who use the international reservation channel, there is no positive feedback from the hotline.

Especially when the first foreigner appeared, the fact that the heat flow remained completely still further illustrates that its reaction was only directed at people of Chinese descent.

Zhao Xiaochui found it amusing that his "golden touch" was that of a racist.

However, this did not stop him from massaging foreigners. The heat maintained his vitality, and Zhao Xiaochui used his internal energy cultivation techniques to ensure that every international client who made an appointment felt that it was worth the money.

From 5 PM to 9:30 PM, all five guests except Mr. Li experienced the full service.

The spa and sensory system were open to them, and five to eight support staff worked silently to assist them. From guiding them, helping them change clothes, and giving them a bath, to providing refreshments after the massage and seeing them off, every step was smooth and professional.

The complicated problems faced by these international clients also led Zhao Xiaochui to change his uniform three times.

In his view, this money was earned through 'real hard work'.

But whether it's hard or not is not up to Zhao Xiaochui to decide.

Its performance in the first month of operation has already made it a focus of attention for the government and tax authorities.

That night, Zhao Xiaochui served a total of six customers. After the third customer completed the payment, the background data of Easy Slow Travel, a pilot project of the Golden Tax Phase IV, directly triggered an alert, alarming all the relevant departments.

First came the phone inquiry from the tax inspection department—the exorbitant price for a single service at a massage parlor inevitably raises doubts about its legality and authenticity.

Upon learning the specifics, tax leaders arrived to provide on-site guidance, followed by Secretary Liu and his direct superiors, and then city leaders... The lobby and office area on the first floor were brightly lit and bustling with people, the atmosphere serious yet tinged with an unbelievable excitement.

Why is it so lively?

Having changed into casual clothes, Zhao Xiaochui peeked out from the office area entrance. After facing difficult cases for five consecutive hours, all he wanted to do now was relax and rest.

Exhausted after a long day, Ou Xiaokui rubbed her temples and explained softly:

"They're treating you like an animal, boss. Even if you work all year round, you're still only paid for five hours a day..."

At this point, our chief assistant took a deep breath, his eyes shining with disbelief: "Your foreign exchange revenue alone accounts for one percent of the capital city's projected annual revenue."

Zhao Xiaochui walked behind Ou Xiaokui and gently patted her lower back. A warm current instantly dispelled the fatigue on the assistant's face, invigorating her. Seeing the fatigue disappear from the assistant's face, Zhao Xiaochui nodded in agreement: "Then you really are going to use me like an animal."

“You don’t understand the significance of this,” Ou Xiaokui said, her eyes filled with shock, complexity, and a strange light. She looked at Zhao Xiaochui as if he were a human printing press: “The core source of foreign exchange in Beijing is service trade, including information technology services, financial insurance services, and cultural and entertainment services. This is the first time you’ve included leisure massage services, and with such exaggerated figures, you’ve directly raised the expectations of the entire city.”

"Boss, what if all our technicians were trained..."

Zhao Xiaochui shook his head: "It's all just a prediction. Let's talk about it when we arrive."

Ou Xiaokui understood Zhao Xiaochui's intention and rolled her eyes inwardly.

"Are you okay?"

If the boss wants to slack off, what can the assistant do? Ou Xiaokui thought for a moment and said, "Many people are buying traffic and giving tips for us on Yin Fu short video platform. There may be members doing this spontaneously. You need to know this. There's nothing else to worry about."

"Then you guys deal with those people, I'm leaving." Zhao Xiaochui waved his hand, turned around and left without looking back.

"Goodbye, boss."

Ou Xiaokui sighed. Although the overtime pay was high, she no longer cared about the money.

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A smart-looking security guard greeted him, but Zhao Xiaochui, standing at the entrance of the Relaxing Walkway, had nowhere to go.

Five hours of work is a high-intensity physical and mental workout, and Zhao Xiaochui didn't want to go back to face those voluminous books. He planned to take a good rest.

But today is midweek, not the time for a bed date, and the short video that went viral has brought Liu Li to the peak of her life, so Zhao Xiaochui doesn't want to disturb her at this time.

The female academic star has gone missing again.

So, Zhao Xiaochui picked up his phone; it was the text message from the school beauty inviting him to dinner every day.

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When Zhao Xiaochui arrived at the barbecue stall, it was already late at night, and the air was filled with the enticing aroma of cumin and grilled meat.

Guo Ruixue and her classmates had already occupied a large table and were busy around the oven.

Upon seeing him, the school beauty's eyes lit up instantly, and a bright smile appeared on her lips.

"Zhao Xiaochui, over here!" She waved, gesturing for him to sit in the empty seat next to her.

Zhao Xiaochui sat down, surrounded by vibrant college students. He, however, had already become a hidden billionaire.

The topics of conversation among students at Beijing United University rarely relate to academics; even when they do, it's usually about whether they failed any exams.

Students with anxieties occasionally mix vague hopes for the future with complaints about current trivialities.

More often, it's about games, parties, and travel.

Zhao Xiaochui learned a lot from what he heard.

Not far away, a group of young people were quite noisy, talking loudly about their newly purchased car, last night's drinking party, and gossip about a certain "hot girl." Their rough laughter could be heard from time to time, which contrasted sharply with the students' clear laughter.

Zhao Xiaochui glared in that direction. Just as the neighbors who had been watching him were about to get up, the shop owner walked over with a smile and whispered something to him.

The arrogant young man, who had just been so domineering, glanced at Zhao Xiaochui discreetly, paid the bill, and slunk away.

Zhao Xiaochui: "..."

The college students stopped their lively conversation and exchanged smiles.

Guo Ruixue picked up a skewer of grilled lamb and handed it to Zhao Xiaochui, her fingertips casually brushing against the back of his hand...

(End of this chapter)