The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 271 Ono
Director Lao sat down on the recliner next to her and poured himself a cup of tea.

This is all thanks to that kid. He sends good tea and other nice things to the bureau every now and then. Chen Guifen herself doesn't really enjoy them, but everyone in the bureau has become quite picky about food.

Chen Guifen did not respond to Director Lao's words immediately, but quietly turned her gaze to the window.

Director Lao took a sip of tea, the aroma filling his mouth, before slowly speaking: "That child was able to refuse tonight thanks to your preemptive planning."

Chen Guifen turned her gaze from the window to Director Lao, her eyes as calm as a deep pool: "And then?"

"I guarantee his safety!" Director Lao's words were firm and resolute.

Upon hearing this, Chen Guifen chuckled lightly, her laughter carrying a hint of barely perceptible mockery, which instantly made Director Lao's face turn red.

"Does he need your protection? Or shouldn't we be more worried about him going crazy?"

Director Lao sighed, then said with a hint of relief, "Luckily, those self-important guys tonight didn't actually do anything to provoke him."

Chen Guifen shook her head, her tone resolute: "As long as he's on this land, that child won't cause trouble; he has his bottom line."

Director Lao pondered for a moment, then nodded in deep agreement.

"Do you need me to do anything?"

Chen Guifen shook her head slightly, her voice gentle: "You can work for a few more years, but once you retire, some things will inevitably come up to him sooner or later. Why not let him face them on his own?"

Upon hearing this, Director Lao immediately expressed his disapproval, patted his chest, and said in a strong voice, "I'm in good health, I can fight for another ten years!"

"Pfft—" Chen Guifen was amused by him and laughed out loud, but then her face showed pain because it aggravated her injury, and she subconsciously covered her abdomen with her hands.

Seeing this, Director Lao sighed with concern and asked again, "Are you sure there's nothing I can do?"

Chen Guifen pondered for a moment, then said softly, "Give him an environment. That kid, he won't mess with the country, but that doesn't mean he won't target someone who angers him. After all... he's only nineteen."

Director Lao frowned slightly: "What kind of environment?"

Chen Guifen's gaze returned to the deep night outside the window, and she slowly uttered two words:

"fair."

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Bai Ling Spa is one of the most luxurious spas in Beijing, and all three of its branches are known for their ultimate luxury and private services.

For more than a month, Ono has been frequently seen moving between these three quiet places.

She is no longer the SPA technician on the second floor of "Relaxed Stroll" who only needs to focus on the customer's body.

Today, she wears the uniform gray work clothes of Bailing Therapy, pushes a cart, and shuttles between floors and warehouses, and even between stores, responsible for delivering customized formula essential oils, changing customized fragrances, and counting and transporting high-end linens.

She had worked very hard to get this job.

The "Six-Character Formula" within the body has long since collapsed, and the massage effects that once attracted customers have also disappeared.

Compared to the rigorously trained professional technicians at Bai Ling Therapy, she was merely a KTV girl with some professional knowledge.

Therefore, she could no longer appear as a technician, but could only work as a "handyman," shuttling back and forth between the three shops. She seemed busy, but in reality, she was also very "busy," busy observing.

Her observations were done secretly.

When delivering essential oils to the preparation room, she would casually glance at the technicians' postures during breaks; when changing fragrances, she would listen intently to catch snippets of their private conversations; when checking linens, she would pay attention to their habitual movements during work breaks, and even the occasional messages flashing on their phone screens.

She observed more than just the finger techniques and methods of professional technicians, or their superficial professional skills.

The technicians at Bai Ling Therapy are all elites who have undergone rigorous selection and intensive training, and their professional skills are impeccable.

Ono is more interested in their character and everyday details.

She knew exactly what kind of person she was looking for, and she was also well aware of the enormous challenges involved. Unlike her eleven sisters, with whom she had known each other intimately for years, she now had to start from scratch, patiently and meticulously observing everything.

She had seen one technician whose technique was precise and whose service was attentive, but during breaks she would constantly browse shopping websites, her brows revealing a longing for luxury goods; another technician had a sweet smile and communicated politely with customers, but Ono overheard her arguing on the phone while delivering linens, her tone sharp and her emotions extremely volatile. And then there were those who seemed composed, yet privately complained about the intense work and meager commissions, their eyes filled with resentment.

However, at Bai Ling Therapy, all professional technicians receive the highest salaries in the industry.

In today's materialistic society, phenomena such as short videos, massive amounts of information, consumerism, and the desire to keep up with the Joneses are not merely external disturbances; they have profoundly altered the mindset, thought patterns, and physiological habits of modern people.

With worldly desires and emotions taking over their hearts, it's incredibly difficult for ordinary people to achieve that kind of purity... By the way, how did Little Hammer manage to get a worldly woman like her into this world?

It was another night, and Ono dragged her tired body out of the Financial Street branch of Bai Ling Therapy.

The night breeze wiped away the fine sweat from her forehead, but Ono's thoughts were still on Xiaoli, the technician she had just met.

She is one of the most popular technicians in the shop, and her appointments are always fully booked.

She never ordered meals from the company; instead, she accepted the entire monthly meal allowance.

During dinner, I would sit in a corner of the lounge and quietly eat the lunchbox I brought.

The dishes inside were simple, but neatly arranged, looking very homey. As she ate, she took out her phone, not to scroll through short videos, but to video chat with her husband and children, speaking softly about everyday things, the three of them smiling gently on and off the phone.

This was Ono's fourth time meeting Xiaoli, and his impression of her was gradually becoming complete:
A simple home-cooked dinner, a brief chat with family, doing a good job, and satisfying customers.

She had no grand goals or excessive desires; she simply lived her life quietly, making each day fulfilling and enjoyable.

Ono chuckled softly, muttering to himself, "One is enough! Little Hammer, I'll give you back one person for every one I lose. As for the rest, I'll deal with them later..."

Just then, a sudden, urgent ringtone interrupted Ono's thoughts.

She took out her phone, saw the caller ID, and immediately answered.

"Sister Guoguo?" came Sister Guoguo's urgent voice from the other end of the phone: "Xiaoye, take your documents and luggage and come back right away!"

Ono stood on Financial Street Avenue, looked around, a troubled expression on her face, and whispered, "Sister Guoguo, I..."

"Stop with the sentimental talk!" The girl from Northeast China interrupted Xiao Ye crisply on the phone, her tone turning serious. "We're going to have some trouble later; we'll need to go on a 'trip' for a while."

Trouble? Travel? Ono held the phone that had just been hung up, looking completely bewildered.

Just then, a familiar luxury car slowly pulled up beside her. The back door slid open automatically, revealing her boss's boss.

"Come on in," Jiang Ying's voice came. Xiao Ye sat down somewhat awkwardly and greeted her respectfully, "Hello, Ms. Jiang."

"I was attending a banquet nearby and was passing by when I unexpectedly ran into you." Jiang Ying looked at Xiao Ye, sighed softly, and continued, "I happen to have something to tell you."

Upon hearing this, Ono immediately sat up straight.

"No need for that." Jiang Ying smiled gently, her tone mild. "I just wanted to say that you should go back."

Ono was taken aback upon hearing this: "President Jiang?"

Jiang Ying raised her hand to stop Xiao Ye from speaking: "Zhao Xiaochui paid off the breach of contract fee for you a long time ago. He's been waiting for you to get over that hurdle in your heart so he could take you back, but..."

Jiang Ying sighed again, her tone becoming heavy: "You'll be in a lot of trouble, and I can't guarantee you won't get hurt. So, Xiao Ye, I'm sorry, you should go back."

"Oh..." Ono felt a chill run down her spine. She realized that something big must have happened and wished she could return to her sisters immediately.

She was about to open the car door when Jiang Ying stopped her.

“I’ll take you back.” Jiang Ying pressed Xiao Ye’s hand and continued urgently, “Zhao Xiaochui isn’t answering my calls, so you’ll have to pass on my message—those people are moving very fast. The person in charge at the essential oil company in Chuncheng just sent word that a problem with a previous procedure has been seized upon and blown out of proportion. Bai Ling Medical Domain has decided to take on this trouble and can no longer pass it on to Easy Slow Travel.”

"Xiao Ye, please tell Zhao Xiaochui that this is just the beginning!"

(End of this chapter)