The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 318 Zhao Xiaochui's Exchange Conditions
Su Wan sat in the corner, her inner turmoil far outweighing the calm on her face.

Looking at all this, she felt a strong sense of unreality.

This is not that exorbitantly priced children's spa in Silicon Valley that charges by the minute, nor is it the spa room of a private hotel in Switzerland.

This is in Fatou, Beijing, deep in a dilapidated, bustling street, in a massage parlor that is even facing the risk of closing down.

However, what her son was enjoying at that moment—the precise massage techniques, the immersive narrative with its sci-fi elements, the multi-sensory design that engaged his sight, hearing, and smell, the complete dedication of the two top-tier technicians, and the seamless teamwork of the entire group—

Its high standard and exquisite experience completely overturned her entire understanding of the word "service" as a Chinese person.

Aren't we used to the idea that "when there are many people, we have to make do"?

Haven't we implicitly accepted that "free equals poor quality"?

Haven't we already accepted the social operating principle of "efficiency taking precedence over experience"?
But everything before my eyes silently refuted all these deep-seated ideas.

It turns out that it wasn't that we couldn't do it, but that we chose the simpler, more profit-driven path.

Su Wan finally understood that the conflict between this store and that distant capital was fundamentally irreconcilable.

She only hoped that the young boss could protect these girls—all women who are self-reliant and want to live a good life through their own efforts deserve to be protected.

Regardless of what they have been through in the past.

The service has now ended.

The child entered a light sleep, and at the young lady's gentle suggestion, Su Wan also lay down on another massage bed.

A young woman, with warm essential oil on her fingertips, applied just the right amount of pressure to her taut temples and around her eyes.

The strange, deep vibrations seeped into the skull in subtle ways.

Just over ten minutes later, when Su Wan opened his eyes again, his brain, which had been exhausted by various financial reports, PPTs, and video conferences, became unusually clear.

His son, Gu Chengze, also slowly sat up.

He didn't immediately jump around; instead, he subconsciously and forcefully blinked his already bright eyes, his little face filled with surprise.

"mom!"

He turned his head, his voice brimming with excitement, "It works just like Brother Zhao's! My eyes feel so comfortable!"

A child's innocent praise is the highest affirmation of skill, instantly filling the room with a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.

The girls looked at each other and smiled, their eyes crinkling.

Guoguo gently tapped his little nose with her fingertip, her tone tender:

"Young man, our boss only needs five minutes and doesn't even need essential oils! We can't compare. We have to ask all these uncles and aunties from the 'ground command center' for help."

As she spoke, she gestured with her eyes to the surrounding environment and equipment, "It will take another half hour to help you complete this 'interstellar cruise'."

"..."

Before parting, Su Wan looked at the girls with a complicated expression:
"if……"

She nodded slightly and said in a tone that carried a barely perceptible seriousness:

"If... if there's anything I can help you with, please don't hesitate to ask."

Her words were a little hesitant, but they conveyed a sincere respect. Hearing this, the girls exchanged smiles, and the cheerful Guoguo nodded vigorously at Su Wan, her smile bright and genuine.
"Thank you so much! Your words are more valuable than anything else! This is the greatest affirmation of our work!"

Su Wan knew her words were somewhat superfluous, so she sincerely thanked them again before leaving the magical room with her son.

I am about to embark on a busy work schedule, and my son will also begin a long academic journey.

The same goes for other customers. Whether they are healed by the shop owner or other technicians, as long as they continue to work hard and struggle for a living and for tomorrow, like her and her son, they will never be able to leave this magical shop.

Machines need regular maintenance, but human aging is irreversible!

Su Wan no longer worried about the future of the store; she only hoped that the young owner would truly protect these girls.

…………

Zhao Xiaochui was panting heavily as he wiped away the beads of blood seeping from his brow bone with his sleeve.

He could no longer spare a thought for the plight of the girls in the capital—he had overestimated himself and underestimated the dangers of this hellish road.

In just half a day, he seemed to have aged several years, the bruises on his cheekbones and the torn corners of his mouth clearly showing the mess he had made along the way.

“The seventh time…” He gritted his teeth and punched the jaguar’s thick shoulder again.

The beast whimpered in pain, but dared not resist any longer, burying its massive head in the decaying leaves.

The "customer" doesn't understand human language and only acts on instinct, which is why he was almost thrown into a crevice in the rocks where poisonous snakes were hiding.

If it weren't for the heat within his body holding him back, he would have died seven or eight times over.

The jungle is teeming with poisonous insects, camouflaged snakes, and poisonous vines that can cause festering sores all over the body... each one can be deadly.

Fortunately, some more was extracted from the crocodile and the leopard, otherwise—

"Take the animal path! Don't you understand? The animal path!"

He roared hoarsely, raising his foot to deliver a light but firm kick to the leopard's belly. The giant beast flinched, letting out a low, almost aggrieved growl.

After venting his anger, Zhao Xiaochui wearily climbed onto the leopard's back, wrapped his arms around its striped neck, and nudged its lithe hindquarters with his right leg.

A warm force flowed from his palm, both intimidating and guiding. He squinted, sensing the energy deep within the mountains, and casually pointed to the misty north.

"Heading north, let's go!"

He no longer dared to hope for the "fastest" arrival.

There's no time to lose.

A chilling, suffocating feeling gripped his heart. He dared not imagine what the girls were going through, yet memories from before his rebirth flooded his mind.
Zhao Xiaochui doesn't know how cyberbullying became the final straw.

All he knew was that the microphone, camera, and keyboard were once pointed at the child's mother, but later turned to the father.

They initially watched, speculated, and maliciously targeted the child's mother, but later turned their attention to the father.
What magnificent digital heroes! They don't need capes, just anonymous accounts; they don't need superpowers, just screenshots taken out of context. Every successful cyberbullying attack is a medal they award to themselves, using the suffering of others to prove their own worthlessness.

And now, behind all of this, are a group of people who only care about profit and have no humanity.
Zhao Xiaochui's only thought now is to survive this ordeal, and then, with the green dollars in his purse, open a small massage parlor where he can make a living.
When the time comes, call all the girls over—that's something the bureau can do; they still owe them a favor!

Then, she lived her quiet and peaceful life.
As for
The idea that "fighting evil with evil is dangerous and ineffective"...

Zhao Xiaochui: "Hehe~"

(End of this chapter)