The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 249 Bang

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses was slightly taken aback by his retort. When he saw that it was Qian Mankun, he paused for a moment, but ultimately chose to ignore him and turned his gaze back to Sister Hua and the glass-partitioned lounge behind her.

Through the glass, you can see the female technicians on the second floor inside.

A dozen or so senior, quiet attendants were gently keeping them company. Among them, two girls were sobbing softly.

It's candy and lily of the valley.

Qian Mankun's pupils suddenly contracted, a surge of anger rushed to his head, and the hairs on his body stood on end.

He strode forward, wanting to see the two girls, but was stopped by two tall, stern-looking security guards in front of the glass door.

Qian Mankun opened his mouth, but ultimately let out a sigh. He turned around, his gaze calm yet cold as he swept over the guests dressed in silk bathrobes, and asked softly:

"Who did it?"

Do you think you can't get dressed just because no one serves you?
Those who are dressed neatly are considered reasonable; the only ones capable of doing outrageous things are these people in silk bathrobes!
He stared menacingly at the man with the gold-rimmed glasses, memorizing his face, while glancing at the calm, beautiful woman, her family background flashing through his mind.

"Everyone."

Behind me came Sister Hua's calm voice.

Qian Mankun thought for a moment, then turned around and looked at Sister Hua without saying anything more.

Hua Jie's gaze met Qian Mankun's, and a barely perceptible smile quickly appeared on her lips, which then turned into a soft sigh: "Easy Walk is closing now, everyone please go back."

"I need an explanation."

The gold-rimmed glasses still wouldn't give up.

"An explanation?" Qian Mankun looked at him defiantly. "I have one here, do you want it?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses still didn't even glance at him.

"I also want an explanation."

The beautiful woman finally spoke.

"I also want."

"We demand an explanation!"

The guests, dressed in silk bathrobes, echoed each other, deliberately ignoring Qian Mankun—in their view, a wealthy man with no real business and only involved in finance had an unstable foundation and was nothing to be afraid of.

Qian Mankun fell silent.

He looked at the group of people, suddenly smiled slightly, turned around and sat down on a single sofa, just like the other neatly dressed men, quietly and with great interest preparing to watch the show.

"There's no explanation," Sister Hua completely ignored everyone's clamor and began preparing tea on her own.

She remembered each girl's preferences, and after making each cup, she would hand it to a senior, quiet waiter beside her and whisper the instructions:

"This cup is for Tangtang; she likes it a little sweeter."

"Okay, Sister Hua."

The silent waiter responded softly.

"..."

The entire hall was deathly silent.

This was the first time any customer had ever heard a silent waiter make a sound.

So... they can talk...

Qian Mankun was stunned.

He carefully examined the waitress, only to find that he had no recollection of her face.

He knew Tangtang, Linglan, Liuli, Guoguo, and every female technician who brought him the ultimate enjoyment, but he couldn't recognize any of the silent waitresses who had served him tea and water.

In his world, they were merely higher-level tools, part of the process, and didn't even deserve a code name.

Qian Mankun slowly lowered his eyes, a strange emotion welling up in his heart.

He silently took out his phone and started replying to messages in the group, but this time, his mind was no longer on the interrupted treatment.

The air in the hall seemed to freeze.

Hua Jie's silence and her methodical tea-making movements were a silent form of contempt, making the faces of the guests wearing silk bathrobes increasingly unpleasant.

Just as the man with the gold-rimmed glasses was about to launch another attack, the glass door to the lounge slid open silently.

The person who stepped out was none other than technician Guoguo. As one of the first people to be modified under Zhao Xiaochui's command, she was tall and had a perfect figure, embodying the ideal young woman in the hearts of countless young men.

If we disregard the advantages of status and education, the woman in the silk bathrobe has no chance of winning against Guoguo.

Guoguo didn't look at anyone, walked straight to Hua Jie's side, picked up the freshly brewed tea for Linglan, turned around, and stared directly at the group of bathrobe-clad guests led by the gold-rimmed glasses.

A girl from Northeast China can be the gentlest technician or a tough karaoke girl.

"Although this is called a spa, it has essential oils, technology, and many devices whose functions I don't even know," she said, her voice cool and clear, echoing in the lobby.

“You are all very rich and could have gone to more upscale and expensive places. Why did you have to come here?”

Before the bathrobe-clad guests could answer, Guoguo asked and answered herself, her tone becoming increasingly sharp:

"Because you know in your hearts that no other place can give you what 'relaxed and slow travel' can give you! Isn't that right?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses frowned: "What do you mean? Just say what you mean."

"Okay, I'll get straight to the point." Guoguo took a step forward and slammed her teacup heavily on the bar, splashing tea everywhere.

"The first rule of the membership clearly states: To ensure the technicians remain calm and provide service throughout the entire process, guests should not communicate with the technicians unless absolutely necessary. Can't you read the words, or do you think this rule is only for others?"

Her gaze was like a knife, scraping across the face of every guest in a bathrobe.

"Why do we need to ensure that the technicians are in a calm state of mind? Are you genuinely unaware of this, or are you just pretending?"

Guoguo's voice suddenly rose, filled with barely suppressed anger, "We're not here to simply apply oil and massage! We're practicing! We're using a calm mindset to guide you through the practice, increasing the penetration of the essential oils to break through the barrier of the stratum corneum and maximize their effectiveness! If your mindset collapses, the practice will fail! Your breathing rate will be disordered! What effect can you expect then!"

Her words instantly made the faces of the well-dressed guests serious; they were true connoisseurs and immediately understood the gravity of the situation.

Guoguo, her face as cold as ice, extended two fingers, like two guillotines about to fall:

"Regardless of your intentional or unintentional 'good intentions,' judging our girls by your dirty pricing—today, Tangtang and Linglan, two technicians, have had their mental breakdowns. Their skills are ruined. When they can recover... no one knows."

"What???"

This time, it wasn't the guest in the bathrobe who exclaimed in surprise, but the group of guests in suits next to them!
They all stood up almost instantly, staring at Guoguo in disbelief. Then, a dozen angry gazes were directed at the group with the gold-rimmed glasses.

"Boy, did you do this?"

"We couldn't get any appointments to begin with, and now we're even worse off, with two fewer people left!"

"You really don't know where this place is?"

The reaction of these "insiders" completely panicked the bathrobe-clad guests, who realized they had stirred up a hornet's nest.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses' face changed from red to white, and then from white to green.

He was publicly reprimanded by a lowly technician and then collectively criticized by his peers, his dignity utterly shattered. He glared at Guoguo, and roared in fury and humiliation:

"A massage girl, you think you're so great! Fine, according to you, the two masseuses are bad, right?"
Wouldn't it be better to poach them by paying double or triple the price than to suffer here?

"Tch~" Qian Mankun looked at the gold-rimmed glasses with a strange expression. "These abacus beads are practically jumping into my face."

Guoguo laughed, a laugh filled with contempt and sorrow.

"Money? What else can you talk about besides money?"

She shook her head, speaking each word clearly and deliberately, as if delivering a verdict:

"Some things money can't buy. You became a member of Easy Slow Travel not because you're rich, but because Easy Slow Travel didn't find out you were a 'dirty person,' allowing you to pass the screening and become a member by sheer luck!"

This statement completely overturned the host-guest relationship.

It's not that you chose us, but rather that we bestowed this qualification upon you. Having money is merely a threshold for entry, and even that requires our scrutiny and approval.

Being treated this way by a massage parlor in the service industry caused the man with the gold-rimmed glasses to lose his composure. He forgot to stay calm and started swearing.

"Who the hell are you calling filthy!"

Guoguo tilted her head slightly, revealing a pitying smile:
"Mr. Wang, do you know why the essential oils I use on you are always a 'soothing' formula?"

She gently opened her tablet and brought up the information about the gold-rimmed glasses, "The kidney care routine hasn't even started yet and it's already causing problems..."

“In other words,” her voice suddenly turned cold, “you filthy man, you didn’t come here to relax at all; you came with dirty, despicable thoughts, looking for women!”

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses completely lost control. His rationality snapped instantly. With a roar, he leaped across the coffee table and raised his hand to slap Guo Guo across the face!

He wanted to use the most primal violence to shut up that mouth that had made him lose face!
"Snapped!"

(End of this chapter)