The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 284 The Difficulty of Restoring Technicians
At the same moment, a thousand miles away. Beijing, Park Hyatt Hotel, rooftop ballroom.

The crystal chandelier cuts light into millions of dazzling diamonds, scattering it onto the gleaming marble floor.

Without the uninvited, grassroots masseur, the atmosphere felt exceptionally "pure," and the distinguished elites arrived at the venue early.

In the corner, Wei Lan no longer maintained the mystery she had before her appearance, and Leng Xiao no longer acted as a doorman signifying their noble status. The two swirled the deep ruby-red liquid in their glasses and gently clinked them together.

Drink it all in one gulp.

To be honest, if it were at a roadside stall, the two of them wouldn't have seemed particularly enthusiastic, since what they were drinking down was just the bottom of a glass of red wine.

However, for an average delivery rider, earning just one cup's worth of food would likely require braving wind, rain, and scorching sun to complete at least eight hundred orders. Working tirelessly, without sleep or food, weaving through the city's traffic, praying no accidents, no bad reviews… all to earn that one cup's worth of food…

There's no need to delve too deeply into how Wei Lan and Leng Xiao acquired their wealth and status.

All we need to know is that they were so reserved... yet so composed, when drinking the red wine at the bottom of the glass!
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"Ugh..." Tangtang groaned.

Fine beads of sweat had already seeped from Zhao Xiaochui's forehead.

But he knew this was just the beginning.

The "hmm" sound is only the first step in clearing the silted-up river. Without a source of fresh water, the internal circulation channels will eventually dry up again.

He had to strike while the iron was hot, taking advantage of the moment when Tangtang's mind was most at peace and her meridians were most clear, to rekindle the internal circulation of the "Six-Character Mantra" for her.

His left hand moved.

Instead of the previous hovering and pressing motion, the five fingers were slightly closed and precisely "pressed" on the Spleen Shu acupoint on Tangtang's back.

Then, he slowly raised his warm right hand. This time, the warmth no longer gathered at one point, but spread out and evenly distributed throughout his palm.

He leaned down, his voice extremely low, yet it reached Tangtang's ears clearly, as if echoing directly in her mind:

"Tangtang, relax, don't think, don't resist. Listen to my voice, feel my hands."

The heel of his right hand, carrying this warm heat, gently pressed against Tangtang's left rib area, precisely covering the area below the free end of the eleventh rib.

Traditional Chinese medicine internal massage + Golden Finger heat flow.

Palm heel massage method.

The Foot Jueyin Liver Meridian.

Zhangmen!

"Feel it!"

As soon as Zhao Xiaochui finished speaking, Tangtang, who was lying on the bed, involuntarily made a sound:
"Whoo~~~~~~"

This was not merely a simple utterance; it was a sound vibration that achieved the unity of spirit and breath! It carried the joy of rebirth, cleansing away the last remaining impurities within the body.

"Plop~~"

A dull, heavy thud.

Under the horrified gazes of Ono and Suzuran, Zhao Xiaochui seemed to have all his bones removed, falling straight backward and crashing heavily onto the floor!

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Park Hyatt Beijing.

"Finally, some peace and quiet." Wei Lan swirled the deep ruby-red liquid in her glass, a hint of sarcasm playing on her lips. "Without those low-class tricks of the martial arts world, the air here smells much better."

Leng Xiao paused in his drinking, looking at the other person in surprise: "You think he's fake?" "Does it matter if it's true or not?" Wei Lan's smile was sarcastic. "If it were true, I don't think anyone in this world could vomit in that kind of situation, in that kind of place. This is the first time I've ever seen such a shameful and embarrassing excuse."

Leng Xiao: "..."

He opened his mouth and then closed it again, before slowly asking after a while, "You think it's fake?"

"Is there any need to ask whether it's true or not?" Wei Lan chuckled softly, raising her chin towards the corner. "At least the skills of Old Gu's five men are real."

Leng Xiao frowned as he looked at the five technicians he had poached from QingSongManXing.

During this short period, he was in charge of suppressing the relaxed and slow-moving affairs and forcing them to come out and negotiate; Wei Lan was in charge of cleaning up the mess from the previous banquet, so he was unaware of Wei Lan's plans.

"Five people, what can they do?"

“By that kid’s standards and that shop’s rules, five people really can’t do anything,” Wei Lan sneered. “Rules? Those are things small workshops need to screen customers and maintain their pitiful success rate. What we’re doing is the ‘big health industry,’ a trillion-dollar blue ocean market riding the wave! How can we be bound by such things?”

At this point, she picked up a glass of red wine from a passing waiter's tray, saying, "We must lower the barrier to entry for our users to the bare minimum! What confirmed cases? Our customers don't need to be 'patients,' they just need to be sub-healthy individuals who 'feel tired'!"

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Bogota.

Zhao Xiaochui was in an extremely disheveled state.

The large black sunglasses on his face were knocked askew, revealing one eye that was tightly closed due to exhaustion.

The black mask was completely soaked with sweat and stuck tightly to his mouth and nose, rising and falling slightly with his rapid and weak breathing.

His forehead, temples, chin... every exposed part of his skin was dripping with large beads of sweat, quickly soaking a small patch of the floor beneath him. He looked as if he had just been pulled out of the water, curled up on the ground, his body even twitching slightly uncontrollably.

"Little hammer!"

Lily of the Valley was the first to react, letting out a short cry of surprise and rushing over in one stride.

At the same moment, Ono, who was standing to the side, was trembling violently and froze on the spot.

The moment Tangtang uttered that "whoosh," Ono's breathing stopped abruptly.

The soft sound seemed to resonate only deep within her own soul.

In the countless days and nights since leaving the relaxed and leisurely lifestyle, she has been trying to use her remaining memories to contemplate, imitate, and search for that lost resonance.

But the door remained locked, and her mind was already prepared. What she lacked was that final "trigger"!
At that moment, the key turned!

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Beijing.

Wei Lan was still describing her meticulously designed grand plan.

"Old Gu and his team's techniques are indeed useful, but they are too inefficient. We need to come up with scientific and quantitative standards. There's no need to insist on deep massage of 1.5 to 3 centimeters under the skin. From a professional point of view, that's not massage; that's treatment with risks!"

Leng Xiao somewhat disagreed with this short-sighted approach. Although he was also that kind of person, having achieved great success, he still felt that Wei Lan was being too radical.

"Did they consider the issue of repeat customers when they did this, or is it just a publicity stunt to make a quick buck and run away?"

The strong-willed Wei Lan shook her head and said confidently, "What we need to do is, of course, seize this opportunity."

My plan is to standardize the techniques learned by the five existing customers and train fifty to five hundred more in the shortest possible time. During massage services, we'll follow the golden fifteen-minute theory, dedicating the first and last minute to ensuring the customer feels comfortable, and spending the rest of the time on ineffective, superficial massage!

(End of this chapter)