The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 348 Temporary Waitress, Old Lady Customer

After the treatment ended, Jiang Ying did not linger.

Every minute Zhao Xiaochui spends here is extremely precious. Any guest waiting outside is no less important or powerful than Jiang Ying, and may even be more so.

She took her leave gracefully. The waiting area remained quiet, and two more well-dressed guests arrived and sat there quietly, waiting.

A slight commotion caught Jiang Ying's attention. She saw the familiar young woman politely declining a blonde girl who had come to apply for a waitress job.

"I'm sorry, but we need a professional who can get up to speed immediately, is proficient in both Eastern and Western etiquette, and is willing to work short-term. Your experience may not be... a good fit for our requirements at the moment."

The young lady's voice was very gentle. Jiang Ying looked at the somewhat familiar face and understood the temporary predicament the studio was facing. Zhao Xiaochui's foundation in this place was too shallow, and his stay was uncertain, making it difficult to attract top service talent; while ordinary applicants could not meet the demanding service standards here.

A thought suddenly struck Jiang Ying.

She needed a reasonable reason to stay here and urge Zhao Xiaochui to finish what he was doing here and return to China as soon as possible.

She took a deep breath, a confident smile appeared on her face, and she walked calmly toward the young woman.

"Pan Xiaoli?"

After seeing the blonde girl off, the young woman turned around and a warm smile appeared on her face: "President Jiang."

"Why is it just you who came? Where are the others?" Jiang Ying asked.

Pan Xiaoli helplessly spread her hands and lowered her voice: "Everyone else's visas... are stuck, they say there are problems with the materials. Only mine was processed a long time ago, so I was able to come and help out."

Jiang Ying knew exactly what the material issue was. It was because those people back home were afraid that these girls would come, so they stayed here with Zhao Xiaochui and didn't go back.

“Perhaps,” Jiang Ying looked sincerely at Pan Xiaoli, her tone earnest, “you could consider me?”

"You? A waitress?" Pan Xiaoli looked at her in disbelief. "President Jiang, you must be joking."

"You? You're here to work as a waitress?" Pan Xiaoli's eyes widened slightly in surprise, then she shook her head with a laugh. "President Jiang, please don't joke with me."

“I’m not joking.” Jiang Ying said seriously, as if reciting a familiar story: “I am proficient in the daily conversations of the four countries, and I am familiar with the dining etiquette and social taboos of both the East and the West. I have been practicing the ‘Calling Technique’ for about half a year, and I insist on using essential oil massage to regulate my meridians every day. I have also learned about 70 or 80 percent of the techniques and procedures of the girls in the shop by observing them.”

She paused, her tone relaxed yet undeniable: "Most importantly, I have flexible hours now and can stay here 'long-term.' My salary will be calculated according to the intern standard, and room and board will be provided."

Pan Xiaoli: "..."

……

Jiang Ying, dressed in a linen-colored haute couture gown, is welcoming her first customer in her new role as a waitress.

The villa door was gently pushed open. An elegant elderly woman walked in slowly.

She appeared to be in her early fifties, with a tall and straight figure, firm and radiant skin, wearing a well-tailored classic tweed suit, a silk scarf around her neck, and bright eyes. Time seemed to have left only a few elegant lines of wisdom at the corners of her eyes. "Good morning, Mrs. Olivia," Jiang Ying greeted her with a smile in fluent English, having already familiarized herself with this important guest beforehand.

"Good morning, dear." Mrs. Olivia's voice was clear and crisp, with a touch of old-fashioned European accent. She looked Jiang Ying up and down. "A new face? You have a great presence."

"Thank you. I'm Jiang, and I'm here to serve you today." Jiang Ying nodded slightly and guided her to a seat.

In fact, she was already quite familiar with this lady.

Mrs. Olivia von Heinzberg is over seventy years old, actually seventy-eight.

Through extreme self-discipline and significant investment in cutting-edge biotechnology skincare and regular Swiss cell activation therapy, she has successfully maintained her physical condition at around fifty years old.

The largest individual shareholder of L'me (Soul), a European salon fragrance and organic skincare group that controls high-end essential oil extraction technology and sales channels in top department stores across Europe and America.

However, despite such meticulous care, years of high-pressure work have left her with marks that are difficult to completely eliminate—severe chronic cervical and shoulder fascia adhesions and intractable neurogenic migraines. These two conditions are extremely sensitive to climate and stress, often causing her great pain. After learning about a magical studio in San Francisco, she became a loyal customer there.

Jiang Ying was not surprised that Zhao Xiaochui's "magic" caught the old lady's attention so quickly.

For those truly in a certain social class, the world holds almost no secrets. Information flows not through public networks, but through the most private conversations between private doctors, family advisors, and close friends, with a speed and precision far exceeding the imagination of ordinary people.

When she was in China, she relied on this invisible yet highly efficient network to grasp certain key trends.

"Is Mr. Zhao ready today?" Mrs. Olivia asked softly, her voice filled with anticipation.

“It is ready for you, madam.”

Jiang Ying answered with a smile, but couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

She could clearly feel the genuine respect the old lady held for "Mr. Zhao" in her tone, something almost unimaginable in China.

Even she herself never truly viewed the young masseur as an equal, beyond the role of a service provider.

Just then, Mrs. Olivia's gaze lingered on Jiang Ying's face for a moment, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes before turning into realization: "Wait... I recognize you. We met at the 'L'me' private dinner in Paris last year. You're... President Jiang of the Jiang Group in China?"

Jiang Ying was slightly startled, but she maintained a polite smile: "Madam has a good memory. It was a very pleasant exchange."

The old lady nodded thoughtfully, her gaze sweeping over Jiang Ying's simple uniform and the surrounding environment. A hint of envy flashed in her eyes as she said softly, "It's a very lucky thing to be able to work by Mr. Zhao's side and experience his 'magic' up close. President Jiang, you've made a wise choice."

These words, spoken in a calm tone, sent a jolt through Jiang Ying. In the old lady's eyes, being Zhao Xiaochui's "waitress" seemed to be far more valuable than her former status as a "president."

Entering the inner room, Zhao Xiaochui was bending over arranging essential oil bottles. Hearing the noise, he immediately turned around, grinning to reveal a set of white teeth: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Olivia! You look fantastic today, this suit suits you perfectly!"

It was then that Jiang Ying realized that Zhao Xiaochui actually spoke fluent everyday English.

(End of this chapter)