The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 283 Giving Big Brother a Massage

The men were all impeccably dressed in suits, clearly well-off. They were discussing multi-million dollar projects, but what truly revealed their status were the expensive watches casually peeked from their wrists—some of which could be worth as much as a house.

Their female companions were dressed in gorgeous evening gowns and adorned with sparkling jewelry. Their smiles and glances were perfectly timed, as if they had been meticulously rehearsed, leaving no room for error.

Tonight, the theme of this grand event – ​​“Seeing the Future, Perceiving the Extraordinary” – has already spread throughout the industry.

Everyone knows that after failing to collaborate with the young masseur, Faraway Capital is preparing to return to its old ways—gathering five "sensory masters" poached from "Easy Slow Travel" is the gimmick created by Faraway Capital!
Their target is elderly people with pensions of several thousand or tens of thousands of yuan.

A capital feast ostensibly for "health" but actually based on "human nature" is about to begin.

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21:05. (Ignoring time difference) Bogota.

Zhao Xiaochui returned to his room. The four soldiers from a certain bureau who had been accompanying him on the trip had arrived ahead of time and had already set up the room.

Seeing Zhao Xiaochui enter, the four of them had a complex look of gratitude in their eyes—this journey was also a special kind of "therapy" for them.

They didn't speak, but nodded silently to Zhao Xiaochui in unison. Then, with a flash, like ghosts blending into the shadows, they quietly retreated to their respective guard positions and disappeared completely from every corner of the room.

Zhao Xiaochui walked to the huge floor-to-ceiling window, silently put on a pair of large sunglasses, and then covered the lower half of his face with a pure black mask.

Only after the last trace of his gentle tourist demeanor had completely vanished did he pick up his phone, tap the screen, and send a pre-edited message.

Almost the next second after the message was sent, the door was silently pushed open, and Ono, Tangtang, and Suzuran filed in, looking uneasy.

"Have you figured it out?"

After the three of them were seated on the luxurious sofas, Zhao Xiaochui asked.

"Little Hammer, why are you carrying all this stuff?"

Zhao Xiaochui took off his sunglasses in an annoyed tone: "What do you think? If you've figured it out, then start the massage. I don't want anyone to see me looking so pathetic afterwards."

Ono opened her mouth, her face darkening, and she lowered her head guiltily, as did the other two girls.

"Hey sisters, have you figured it out yet?" Zhao Xiaochui was getting anxious because she had a lot of things to do tonight.

“Little Hammer…” Linglan looked at him hesitantly and said softly, “If the price is too high, let’s forget about it.”

"cost?"

Zhao Xiaochui seemed to have heard the biggest joke in the world. He abruptly pulled down his mask, revealing a face that was a mixture of exhaustion and annoyance. His eyes, which always carried a hint of mockery, were now sharp as knives, piercing straight at the three of them.

"What do you think the price will be? Will I be exhausted like a dead dog? Or will you be screaming in pain?"

He stood up, paced around the room a couple of times, his voice filled with barely suppressed anger.

“Let me tell you, the biggest cost to me is the waste of time! And the way you look now, so hesitant and self-pitying! I went through all this trouble to bring you all out of the capital, just to hear you here with your long faces saying ‘Let’s just give up’?”

His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck like a hammer blow to the hearts of the three girls. A deathly silence fell over the room.

Ono, Tangtang, and Linglan all kept their heads down, none of them daring to meet his gaze. They knew that what Zhao Xiaochui said was true.

After a while, Ono was the first to raise his head.

“We…we’ve been thinking that we’ve made you give so much.” Ono’s voice was a little hoarse, but unusually clear. “From Fatou to the relaxed pace, and now to today…we’ve been receiving and taking. We’re afraid of becoming a burden to you, afraid of draining you dry.”

She took a deep breath, her gaze fixed intently on Zhao Xiao-Chui, and also on the other two sisters.

"But I've figured it out now."

“Little Hammer…” Linglan stood up as well. She wiped her eyes, a smile more painful than tears on her face, but her eyes were incredibly firm. “We’re ready. No matter how much it hurts, no matter how difficult it is, we’ll take it. We… want to help you.” Zhao Xiaochui looked at them for a while before putting his sunglasses and mask back on, hiding all his emotions once again.

"it is good."

His voice returned to calm, concise and powerful.

"Then stop talking nonsense."

He pointed to the massage bed that had already been laid out in the center of the room.

"Ono, you go first. Remember, no matter what you feel, stay focused, don't resist, and don't get distracted. I'll take care of the rest."

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Tangtang lay on the large massage bed, her hands folded under her forehead. Although she had made up her mind, her tense back still betrayed her inner tension.

Ono and Suzuran sat on separate single sofas on either side of the room, their breathing becoming softer, their eyes fixed on them.

Zhao Xiaochui did not make a move immediately.

He stood by the bed, closed his eyes, and his entire being seemed to blend into the quiet of the room.

A few seconds later, he slowly opened his eyes, his gaze now calm and undisturbed.

He reached out and gently lifted the white sheet covering Tangtang's back, revealing her smooth and delicate back.

Zhao Xiaochui held her left hand with four fingers together and slowly slid it down one side of the midline of her spine, starting from the Dazhui acupoint at the back of her neck.

His movements were extremely slow; he wasn't stroking, but rather conducting a kind of "exploration."

The rampant materialism and decadent lifestyles of the outside world first and foremost impact people's minds and spirits.

When the mind is disturbed, the flow of qi and blood becomes reversed; excessive worry leads to stagnation of spleen qi. The root of this circulatory breakdown lies here. To restore order, one must first calm the mind and stabilize the will, and then strengthen the spleen and regulate qi.

His fingers stopped on the inside of his scapula, level with the spinous process of the fifth thoracic vertebra.

found it.

Zhao Xiaochui quietly felt the barely perceptible stagnation under his fingertips, as if there was a tangled mess there, which was clear evidence of his pent-up emotions.

He slowly raised his right hand.

With a thought, the temperature of that palm began to rapidly differentiate. The index, middle, ring, and little fingers quickly became icy cold, while the thumb, on the other hand, instantly became scorching hot.

The next moment, he no longer hesitated.

The right hand descended from the sky.

puff!
A very faint muffled thud.

The warm thumb pressed precisely on that spot!

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage + heat flow.

Thumb massage method.

Foot Taiyang Bladder Meridian.

Xin Yu!

(End of this chapter)