The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 458 Taking it Easy to Vent Your Anger (Part 2)

These people were completely spoiled by Zhao Xiaochui's previous "easy-going" attitude! Did they really think that Qingsong Manxing was like those ordinary massage parlors that always said "the customer is God," where they could be manipulated at will?

She turned to Director Liu, her voice not loud, but every word was like a knife:

Why should we appease them?

Having said that, she fearlessly took two steps forward, standing at the very front of the protesters, her sharp gaze sweeping over them:

"If you have the money, then make an appointment according to our rules!"

“If it’s really difficult,” she said, her tone becoming more sarcastic, “the membership mini-program is right there! Just upload your medical records, and if you meet the requirements, you can go to the rehabilitation center and talent apartments. There are accommodation subsidies and all services are free! It’s just that the hours are outside of business hours, so you’ll have to wait patiently.”

She paused, then her voice suddenly rose, her question resounding throughout the room:

"Me, appease? Appease what? Appease people's insatiable greed?! A bunch of insatiable bastards!"

This rebuke, delivered without any mercy, was instantly broadcast across the internet via the live streams of numerous social media outlets at the scene!

The chat in the live stream was silent for a few seconds, then exploded:
"Holy crap! Who is this old lady? She's so tough!"

"Though the words are harsh, it seems... to make sense?"

"The free access has always been available, so what's the fuss about? People are never satisfied..."

"I'm on the shop's side this time! Being poor is no excuse for being unreasonable!"

"Everyone, don't let this old lady distract you."

"The problem now is not that they are being unreasonable, but that this massage parlor is arbitrarily raising prices. Someone posted a screenshot of their successful booking yesterday, which was clearly 2888, but this morning it changed to 8888. Don't want it? Sorry, the booking is canceled."

"Upstairs, you're downplaying the issue. Why didn't you mention that they refunded three times the prepayment? They didn't want to, yet they still made a profit of almost ten thousand yuan."

Is it about money?

"Isn't that a matter of money? If you're really rich, just go through the international booking channel, why are you spouting nonsense here?"

"You're someone who takes things easy and slow, aren't you?"

"Yeah, so what? What are you going to do about it, you poor bastard~"

"Holy crap!" Some netizens immediately went wild.

Clearly, under Zhou Yaqin's strong leadership, the veteran employees of Relax and Slow Travel today are all like African honey badger spirits, indifferent to life and death, ready to fight anyone who disagrees, and ready to bite anyone they can get their hands on!

Take a leisurely stroll in front of the door.

"Restore the original price! The original price must be restored!!" A wave of protests suddenly arose.

Standing on the steps, the old lady Zhou Yaqin's face revealed a cold, mocking smile upon hearing this. Her gaze was fixed on Director Liu, who was sweating profusely beside her.
"Restore the original price? Director Liu, tell me, should we restore it?" Zhou Yaqin's tone was laced with undisguised sarcasm.

Director Liu could only smile wryly and wave his hands repeatedly, not daring to respond. Logically, as long as the shop had enough customers, the higher the prices, the higher the tax revenue would naturally be, which he, as the official representative, would welcome.

But the current situation has long since gone beyond the realm of simple business, and it's not something he can easily comment on.

"President Zhou, what specific demands do you have? Please be frank," Director Liu tried to steer the conversation back on track. Zhou Yaqin, however, didn't answer directly. Instead, she glanced coldly at the protesters again, her voice suddenly rising and clearly echoing throughout the room:

"Restore the original price? Keep dreaming! Think it's too expensive? Well, the road is under your feet, so have a good farewell!"

Ignoring the uproar in the crowd, she turned to Director Liu, lowered her voice, but her words were as sharp as ice picks:
"Director Liu, I won't lie to you. If we don't bring our boss back, forget about top-tier technicians; in a week, all senior technicians' services will be subject to bidding!"

“Our boss used to be kind-hearted and didn’t care about those unsavory practices. Didn’t you always ‘appreciate’ that? But how did you protect him? Why are all sorts of messy things always going to happen to him?”

"Now look what's happened, the boss is gone. We'll do it the way you don't like! You say it's outrageous and resentful?" Zhou Yaqin spat. "Pah! Look at those self-proclaimed philanthropists, they'll throw away all shame for money! Outrageous and resentful? What's that? Making money, it's not shameful at all!"

Director Liu: "..."

He understood, of course, that the old lady's veiled criticism wasn't directed at him. In the past, if someone dared to make such outrageous remarks, someone would naturally step in to "reprimand" them.

But things are different now. Zhao Xiaochui's fate is uncertain, making everything unpredictable, and no one can figure out his true intentions.

Director Liu could only sigh heavily, feeling utterly helpless, and turned to leave this place of trouble.

The old lady, Zhou Yaqin, watched him leave, then turned to face the indignant crowd, a mocking smile playing on her lips.

Completely ignoring the even louder roar behind her, she turned gracefully and walked back to the Relaxing Walk Building at a leisurely pace.

The heavy glass door slowly closed behind her, completely shutting out all the noise and anger outside.

Inside the door, Sister Hua, who hadn't been seen for a long time, immediately came forward. She glanced at the tightly closed door with lingering fear before lowering her voice and asking with concern:
"Mr. Zhou, just now... you said such absolute things, are you sure nothing will happen?"

The old woman's arrogant expression had vanished, replaced by an undeniable weariness. She raised a hand to rub her temples and sighed.

"As long as the public opinion is focused on this issue, under the watchful eyes of the public, even if someone wants to do something underhanded, they will have to think twice about the consequences."

She paused, then her tone turned serious: "Go tell the girls that from today onwards, everyone will live and eat at the shop and is not allowed to go back to the dormitory. Without my personal permission, no one is allowed to step out of the shop."

Hua Jie's face turned pale, and her voice trembled slightly: "President Zhou, has... something serious happened?"

"It's nothing serious," Zhou Yaqin forced a smile and patted her shoulder reassuringly. "It's just that Little Hammer will be away for a while. We need to keep an eye on the house."

She quickly changed the subject, her tone returning to its usual efficient manner: "Let's hurry up to the second floor. Those VIPs who paid exorbitant prices must be served impeccably."

After seeing Sister Hua off, Zhou Yaqin ignored the customers watching the commotion in the waiting area and walked straight into the glass workshop.

Inside, Lei Zhen, the shareholder representative of "a certain company," was walking leisurely, anxiously waiting for her.

"Speak," Zhou Yaqin asked impatiently, sitting in Zhao Xiaochui's office chair, "What brings you here this time?"

Lei Zhen looked at Zhou Yaqin with a mixture of nervousness and anticipation: "He..."

"They came looking for you last night, didn't they...?"

Zhou Yaqin asked, "What does this have to do with you?"

Yeah, what does it have to do with us...?
Lei Zhen gave a bitter laugh, speechless. What did it have to do with them? And what could they possibly do?

There's nothing they can do!
(End of this chapter)