The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 317 Su Wan, the Outsider
The gatekeeper's words were like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, breaking the previously lazy and tranquil atmosphere in the waiting area.

The customers exchanged glances, and hushed whispers began to spread among them.

The sound wasn't loud, but in such a quiet environment, the rest area closest to the door was so quiet you could hear a pin drop. All the customers who were waiting quietly heard it clearly.

"Did you hear that? Even Old Tao, the dry cleaner, got his hands on them. Back when the previous owner closed down, Old Tao was frantically searching the world for someone to take over, and it was Little Hammer who solved his immediate problem..."

"Sigh, the bigger the tree, the more the wind blows. 'Relaxed and leisurely' has been targeted."

A middle-aged man wearing gold-rimmed glasses shook his head and whispered to his companion, "Did you see that on the way here? The two high-end leisure clubs that went bankrupt before have both opened Six Fingers branches, just to steal customers."

An older woman carrying a thermos cup immediately leaned closer: "Those two 'Six-Finger' shops? I know them! They're really big-name. They offer a 'recharge 3,000 and get 3,000 free' deal, and they hand out flyers at the intersection every day, specifically saying that their shop is the 'authentic lineage,' while subtly implying that 'Easy and Slow Travel' is a scam."

An old man who took the tea from the young lady chuckled dismissively: "The authentic lineage, that 'Old Gu' they're promoting with the red ribbon, isn't he taught by Little Hammer?"

"Sigh~ What's the point of saying all that? It's like we can't do anything. By the way, will Jin Dayang's stock go up later?"

"It's bound to go up, the atmosphere is so tense, how could it not go up? But if Easy Slow Travel really wants to acquire it, it will be difficult."

Amidst the hushed discussions, the low-price dumping by "Six-Fingered Man," the media frenzy, the online harassment, the stock market disruption, and the immense pressure that Zhao Xiaochui and Zhou Yaqin were silently enduring gradually became clearer from the information pieced together by the customers.

As Su Wan listened, a barely perceptible smile appeared on her lips.

The keen insight and clarity of these ordinary people in front of her gave her, someone who had long held a high position, a rare sense of authenticity.

In this era, some people think they are being discreet, but they can never escape the discerning eyes of ordinary people—when scattered pieces of information are gathered together, the truth has nowhere to hide.

Just then, a waitress quietly approached with little Gu Chengze, gently interrupting her thoughts: "Ms. Su, the room is ready. Please come this way with your child."

Su Wan nodded and stood up, taking her son's hand, following that gentle figure toward the familiar glass studio.

Services that were once so difficult to book and had a starting price of 4888 are now being offered for free at this store, which is currently facing a capital siege.

This is not about attracting customers—this store has never lacked customers, and never will.

All of this is for safety. Not for our own safety, but for the safety of our customers.

Only by filtering out customers who will never report the incident can we continue to serve more people even amidst turbulent times.

Perhaps this is the reason why "Easy Slow Travel" continues to operate even in difficult circumstances.

Stepping into the studio's cubicle, even Su Wan, who was used to grand occasions, was slightly taken aback by the lineup before her.

Not only was Ji Wenfeng, the special skills technician on the first floor, there was also Guo Guo, the top-level technician on the second floor, with seven or eight girls standing behind her.

They weren't wearing heavy makeup, just matching solid-colored haute couture outfits, yet each of them had radiant skin and a well-proportioned figure, as if they radiated a soft glow, a kind of health and brightness from within enveloping the entire space.

Five-year-old Gu Chengze looked up, his eyes shining, and blurted out, "The sisters are so pretty!"

Children's praise is the purest and most sincere, which immediately made the girls smile.

Guoguo, who was closest to him, bent down, her eyes like crescent moons: "Thank you, handsome boy, you're handsome too."

Their smiles were warm and genuine, without any affectation, as if a child's words had brightened up their tired morning.

Su Wan sat quietly in the corner. Although she preferred to sit outside and felt at ease with the leisurely pace, she knew that her companion had to be accompanied by a parent.

Guoguo gently arranged for the child, Gu Chengze, to lie down on his back.

The other girls stood quietly against the wall, observing intently.

Ji Wenfeng, a top-level technician on the first floor, sat on the edge of the bed and held the child's wrists with both hands.

With Su Wan's consent, all of the child's information had been uploaded to the backend. At this moment, the waitress gently put an invisible earpiece on the mother in the corner.

Just then, a gentle male voice came through the earpiece. "Hello, customer's mother, I am sensory designer Li Muqingfeng. I am responsible for the design and implementation of this service."

Main theme: "Bright Eyes and Stars"

"The storyline follows astronauts as they undergo eye training and journey through interstellar space, guiding them through acupressure massage around the eyes."

"Technician Guoguo, I will give you relevant tips during the service, so please be prepared."

"Sensory system countdown, 3, 2, 1, begin."

The moment the countdown ended, the entire environment began to magically transform before Su Wan's eyes.

The starry sky projection on the ceiling glowed softly, and a deep blue nebula slowly rotated, with the brightest "master navigation star" gathering directly above the child.

The auditory and voice guidance systems are seamlessly integrated.

The ethereal and soothing background music spread like a thin mist, completely isolating the outside noise.

That gentle male voice rang in Su Wan's ears again, no longer an introduction, but a steady command: "Command received. 'Navigator' Guoguo, please guide our little astronaut. Route setting: Jingming Outpost, prepare for the first energy docking."

The olfactory system is also activated.

A very light, slightly sweet chamomile scent quietly spread in the air, almost imperceptible, effectively soothing the children's unfamiliarity and nervousness.

In the arena, Guoguo's expression was focused and devout.

She followed the instructions perfectly through the earpiece, her fingertips landing as gently as feathers on the child's Jingming acupoint, her voice so tender it could melt water: "Little astronaut, we've reached the first energy point. Close your eyes and feel it..."

Every movement she made was precise and full of patience.

What kind of scene is this?
A genuine Chinese child receives services from a genuine Chinese massage therapist at a genuine Chinese massage parlor.

However, Su Wan only enjoyed this kind of service when she gave birth in a private hospital in the United States, at a high price.

At this very moment, in China, Beijing, and Fatou, it's all free!

What shocked Su Wan even more were the girls standing against the wall around her.

They held their breath, their eyes fixed on Guoguo's every technique and expression. Some even unconsciously mimicked her movements with their fingers. Their thirst for knowledge and reverence for her profession were almost overflowing.

She knew about their past—among the overwhelming "dirt" circulating online recently, it had begun to emerge that they had frequented KTVs and other brothels, and were typical examples of "uneducated" and "relying on their looks."

Worldly prejudices have long branded them as "frivolous" and "unable to endure hardship."

However, at this moment, these girls are showing a kind of cherishing as if they were grasping at a straw, an extreme dedication to mastering a skill, and an amazing focus on wanting to be reborn and be properly regarded by society.

This focus, however, turned into a chilling coldness in Su Wan's eyes, rising suddenly from the depths of her heart.

As a senior executive who has been immersed in the bloody battles of the business world for many years, she knows all too well the rules and bottom lines of the capital game.

The "dirt" about the girls coming from KTVs was systematically and precisely released online, with a clear intention—this was not a simple loss of public opinion, but a blatant warning from "distant capital".

The target of this warning is the young boss who has yet to show his face.

"If... if he continues to 'disappear' and refuses to come forward for negotiations..."

Su Wan's gaze slowly swept from Guo Guo's focused profile to the girls who were also observing attentively, their eyes filled with anticipation for the future.

So, the hard-won focus they possess at this moment, the dignity of starting anew...

(End of this chapter)