The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 58 Surrender
The accident site is opposite Hopson One and next to Baiziwan. It's not surprising that someone would be recording video in such a place where young people gather.

A fair and impartial approach is sufficient.

The problem is the parents in the luxury cars who are watching.

The old man's car doesn't often appear at the school gate, but it definitely has. Everyone knows the reason why it wasn't impounded.

If nothing goes wrong, that's fine. But if something does happen, it concerns the safety of children, and who can guarantee that those parents of luxury cars won't speak out?

The uniform was only for frontline officers; he confiscated both the person and the vehicle. As for the rest, let the tall guy handle it!

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"Sister Pang, I scared that child, I'm really sorry."

In a sparsely populated massage parlor, the chubby receptionist received a text message from Zhao Xiaochui and burst out laughing:

"Stay in the hospital and recover well."

She patiently gave instructions, but she wasn't worried about Zhao Xiaochui's injuries, because she still had the surveillance footage of that night in the KTV lobby on her police mobile phone. The inhuman speed of that figure left a deep impression on her.

"Little Hammer, you don't want to bother others, but you should also remember that some people are not afraid of trouble. This is not even a trouble for them."

"If you just want to settle things, this is enough. When negotiating the lost wages, just tell the uniformed staff the names of the two customers, Yu Xiaoning and Jiang Ying, and the service prices. The uniformed staff will investigate the customers' backgrounds, and then all the trouble will disappear. Those people will also avoid you in the future."

The chubby receptionist didn't explain why it was okay to give these two names; she hoped Zhao Xiaochui would figure out the intricacies herself so that she could handle things calmly in the future.

Instead of giving up and doing things at the cost of harming yourself.

He's not barefoot anymore.

"Sister Pang, there will always be times when customers don't need me anymore."

Zhao Xiaochui's reply made the chubby receptionist cover her face. She didn't want to deal with this brat anymore. She put down her phone and looked at Lao Zhou, who was waiting beside her.

She called Lao Zhou over:
"Brother Zhou, was what you told everyone a couple of days ago true?"

The chubby receptionist asked about the effectiveness of the training.

Old Zhou didn't answer. He placed his hands on the handrails of the partition and the front desk, and then propped himself up.

Fat receptionist: "..."

Putting himself aside, Lao Zhou lifted his shirt again, revealing his normally loose abdomen.

The chubby receptionist looked closely; her skin was soft and inelastic, and she also had age spots.

"The subcutaneous cavities are decreasing; before, this piece of skin could be completely stretched out," Old Zhou said in a very happy tone.

Great, now the chubby receptionist has an explanation for Zhao Xiaochui's inhuman speed at the KTV.

She smiled with relief and complained softly in a tone that had softened three octaves:

Why didn't he teach me?

Old Zhou glanced at her sideways. The chubby receptionist was no longer considered chubby, but rather robust. Everyone knew perfectly well how this woman, who spent all her time holed up at the front desk, had lost weight.
"Xiao Chen, do a gesture with me and make a sound after me. Remember, use the word 'shh'."

The chubby receptionist watched Lao Zhou's simple movements and followed suit. Because she was unfamiliar with the process, she did it quickly. Before Lao Zhou could even utter a sound, a slight warm current suddenly surged through her body and rushed to her throat.

"Shh~"

"Buzz~" The glass partition resonated with a hiss.

Fat receptionist: "..."

Old Zhou: "..."

His good fortune stemmed from the child's casual act, and the woman before him was the child's biological mother!

He was incredibly lucky to have mastered the Six Healing Sounds, but he still needed to get up early every day to practice. However, this chubby receptionist didn't have to do anything; a kind-hearted child helped her practice every day!

Old Zhou looked at her with a complicated expression: "Did you save the world in your past life?" The chubby receptionist's chest heaved, her pearl necklace swaying gently with her rapid breathing, and she murmured to herself with a complex expression:
"When that kid came in, he was carrying a shoulder bag, and he looked so much like my son. He didn't even have a change of clothes. I thought that no matter if he knew how to cook, I should just let the kid settle down first. Who would have thought..."

Who would have thought that a blind massage parlor without any sycamore trees would attract such a magnificent phoenix?

A sense of absurdity also rose in Lao Zhou's heart as he looked at the plump receptionist standing calmly behind the front desk:

"The child is in trouble now, and you're just going to stand by and watch?"

The portly receptionist didn't move an inch, and asked Old Zhou with a smile, "And you?"

Old Zhou glanced at his watch: "Zhao Wuyou has an aunt who happens to live in the city. My son happens to have a few letters of complaint. The message has already been sent out. If there's no reply by tomorrow morning..."
Launch an investigation!

Your family has friends and relatives all over Beijing, while mine doesn't?
An old man who couldn't even reach the deputy director level before retirement is showing off to me? So what if he can have a lot of children? We're not comparing quantity, we're comparing quality. One of my children is worth a whole litter of yours!
The chubby receptionist had no idea what Lao Zhou was thinking. Zhao Xiaochui didn't understand what she had done, but she knew that although she didn't plan to do anything, if these old men and women didn't do anything, she was sure she wouldn't do anything in the future either!
Old Zhou was very shrewd; he arrived as soon as he was called and even explained what he needed to do, all so that he could get a better number at the front desk if he ever needed anything in the future.

No need to be too far ahead, just line up behind Old Qin, the ragpicker. That guy is really going all out, he got a concussion and sent three young men in at once.

By the way, Lao Qin doesn't negotiate. He treats those people the same way they treated the girls. He ignored the calls from the Fatou Police Station in Shibalidian. And now, well, the Fatou Police Station is ignoring their calls too, going straight to the procedures!
As more and more customers who had made appointments were unable to receive massages, the situation began to be addressed through proper procedures.

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Shibalidian, KTV.

The young people who were relatively restrained in Fatou seemed a bit unrestrained here, perhaps because they wanted to show off in front of the boss.

Zhao Wuyou was very satisfied because he needed his subordinates to create some pressure, and the slightly flustered girls in front of him would become much easier to communicate with.

He smiled and asked Guoguo and Sister Hua, who were blocking his way:
"How have you considered it?"

“Nothing to consider,” Guoguo refused without hesitation. “We won’t do anything for you.”

"Your child is old enough to understand by now, isn't he?" The cold words made Guoguo stiffen. Zhao Wuyou gave her a disgusted smile. "Should we let him know that the allowance his biological mother gives him every month is borrowed?"

Hua raised an eyebrow: "Mr. Zhao, this is going too far. You should know that this is..."

“In a society governed by the rule of law,” Zhao Wuyou pointed to a group of subordinates behind him and said with a grin, “we abide by the law, but we also need people who take responsibility. Sister Hua, you have money to retire, but I wonder what will happen to your sisters if they don’t work for a long time?”

What else will happen? Without a place to stick together for warmth, they'll all go their separate ways. Girls without skills will either go back to their hometowns or find another fire pit to jump into.

These days, even entertainment venues are being ripped off.

Sister Hua turned to look at the girls, biting her lip as she said:
"Mr. Zhao, I need some time."

Zhao Wuyou's smile vanished, replaced by a sinister expression.

"The price will change over time."

Just then, one of his men rushed over and whispered something in his ear.

Zhao Wuyou's expression changed, but he quickly concealed it:

"Sister Hua, I'll give you one night."

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Leaving the twilight at Fatou and stepping into the night, full of energy.

In a foot massage parlor that Zhao Wuyou opened in Fatou, Yunlong was lounging comfortably on the foot massage sofa.

Every street has its thugs, but the difference is that Fatou Street doesn't have room for big thugs; small thugs like Yunlong have to go out and make their way in the world.

Yunlong, who had gone out to make his way in the world, was called back by his biological mother, whom he hadn't contacted for a year, to help him. What else could he say but go without hesitation? Even if he might not be able to get her to acknowledge him as her biological son, it would still be a way for him to fulfill his filial duty.

There aren't many ways for a small-time thug to deal with a big-time thug. In a society governed by the rule of law, unless it's a matter of mutual destruction, there are only a few options.

After the service, feeling refreshed both physically and mentally, he began to elevate his spirit—he took out his phone and, under the horrified gaze of the foot massage therapist beside him, made a call:
"Hello, I have just received ** services, and I want to turn myself in."

(End of this chapter)