The Self-Cultivation of a Reborn Massage Therapist

Chapter 72 Cruel Realization

Is it worth 20?

Jiang Ying doesn't ask for more. As long as she can continue working in her current state, she can earn dozens of times more money in a day!
So 20 is definitely worth it!
Zhao Xiaochui wasn't asking for an exorbitant price, because this price was set by world legend champion Chen Yanqing. 20 yuan for a national championship and Olympic qualification is a good deal!
Although the two services had different effects, and internal massage cannot be compared with hot water, the effort required was about the same.

He felt that 20 was too low. Lying on the ground, Zhao Xiaochui thought dejectedly. Feeling his strength returning, he finally got up and placed his wet right hand on the woman's waist.

He ruthlessly withdrew the last trace of heat remaining in Jiang Ying's body.

"You can see what I look like. Although this is my first time doing a full set of internal energy massage, 20 yuan is really not much."

He finally remembered that he was a waiter, and patiently explained, "However, it seems that my abilities are a bit lacking. I will not rashly attempt this kind of full-body massage again in the future."

Ms. Jiang, I am still young and don't want to die young.

Even the most innocent person has their own hidden agenda, and Zhao Xiaochui was just lying through his teeth.

He pulled out a towel from the tugging and pulling, and while the woman was still lying on the bed, he admired the beauty on the bed as he wiped himself.

This body, every curve of it exudes a languid charm.

So even if the woman seems to be playing tricks on him, he still hopes that this body can remain healthy.

"If you're really rich, find someone to hire a master of internal energy massage to do it. Three full sessions like this can eliminate all the negative effects of hormone drugs."

Jiang Ying turned her head and asked with her expressive eyes if she could get up. After the energetic young man agreed, she slowly got up.

"Zhao Xiaochui, I want to ask, if we invite those old men over and have them do something like you again, how long can they live?"

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui scratched his head, turned around and packed up his massage supplies to cover up his embarrassment.

Yes, unless the master is tired of living, who would dare to use internal energy massage on such a large scale as him?

It seems he's found the right way to unlock the cheat code?

With her mind on something, she didn't slow down her hands and tidied up the things neatly and efficiently, including the high-end towels and bed sheets that were originally given to the client.

People would probably think it's beneath them to use something that costs a few hundred dollars.

"Zhao Xiaochui".

Jiang Ying was also wet from the pain. While he was packing his things, she changed into her silk pajamas and came closer with the bag.

Zhao Xiaochui glanced at it and quickly took two steps back to keep his distance.

This wasn't a situation where a man and a woman were alone together. Besides the female assistant he had met before, he also sensed several heavy breathing sounds coming from another room.

When it comes to women, Zhao Xiaochui isn't very confident in her self-control.

If such a beauty were to force him, would he give in, or would he give in?

"Change your clothes before you leave."

Jiang Ying didn't mind his rudeness; she'd seen plenty of pretentious men.

"mine?"

Zhao Xiaochui was a little surprised.

Jiang Ying smiled slightly, exuding a domineering female CEO vibe.

"Although Fatou is isolated and people are reluctant to talk about you to outsiders, there is still a national competition being broadcast live."

She was in a good mood at the time, not only because her health had improved, but also because she discovered that the energetic young man was actually just a greenhorn outside of work.

"The warm-up field for the national competition is also monitored."

The words were phrased tactfully, but Zhao Xiaochui understood their meaning: he knew Zhao Xiaochui would sweat during his internal energy cultivation and was making preparations in advance.

The packaging bag was made with a lot of material and must have been quite expensive. Zhao Xiaochui accepted it cautiously, treating it as a reward for his service.

“Thank you, Ms. Jiang,” he said, then hesitated before adding, “The service fee is not discounted.”

"Of course," Jiang Ying replied with a smile.

Zhao Xiaochui didn't look at her again and left quickly.

It was late at night, and the energetic young man just wanted to get home quickly and hold Liu Li to cool off.

Jiang Ying gazed at his retreating figure with a deep look in her eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

Does this energetic young man even realize how terrifying a social resource his skills would be?

And that fat boss.

The smile on Jiang Ying's lips gradually faded.

What gives her the confidence to release this young man?

...The night was deep in Fatou, bathed in a dim, silent stillness.

The streetlights struggled to emit a dim light, their shades covered in years of dust. They should have been retired long ago, but because no one cared, they became the most loyal night watchmen of this neighborhood.

This makes the headlights of the motorcycles appear exceptionally bright.

Zhao Xiaochui, pulling his cart, greeted Brother Guihuo warmly. He always felt that these people were unofficial staff of the Fatou Police Station because they provided pick-up and drop-off services for commuters working overtime late at night.

The fact that the son of the police chief of Fatou Police Station was involved provided assurance for the safety of these people.

Once the brightly lit, ghostly figures disappeared, Jinchan West Road returned to its quiet and dim state. Zhao Xiaochui, pulling his trolley, was almost at the entrance of the massage parlor.

Suddenly, he dodged, lifting the heavy cart into the air and pulling it aside.

"Bang~"

The sound of a flowerpot hitting the ground.

Zhao Xiaochui looked up and saw a woman's cold gaze.

Zhao Xiaochui smiled gently at her, not pursuing the matter or saying anything more. He took two steps forward, opened the door of the massage parlor, and went inside.

The chubby receptionist is still at the front desk.

"came back."

The emotionless voice made Zhao Xiaochui laugh awkwardly: "Fatty, I messed up."

"What did you mess up?"

Zhao Xiaochui stepped forward like a sycophant and pounded on the fat receptionist's shoulder:

“I refused her unreasonable demands and then squeezed all her prepayment.”

The chubby receptionist seemed to have expected this, her face remaining expressionless as she quietly watched him.

Seeing her like this, Zhao Xiaochui lowered her head like a child who had made a mistake.

"That expression of yours, that... 'I'm just a greenhorn' look," the fat receptionist's face was cold, so cold that Zhao Xiaochui felt a chill, "Can you still pull it off?"

Zhao Xiaochui raised his head, looked at the fat receptionist, carefully considered the underlying meaning of her words, and then his expression gradually changed, becoming expressionless and chilling.

"Right, that is it."

The chubby receptionist was oblivious and stretched out her finger. Zhao Xiaochui quickly stuck his head out.

The chubby receptionist tapped him hard on the head:

"Do you think someone like Jiang Ying would be afraid if you gave her that look?"

Zhao Xiaochui stood frozen in place, motionless like a log.

"To perish together? To burn one's boats?"

The chubby receptionist stared at him, a cold smile on her face: "Do you think it's hard to find a desperado like you in this city?"

What is their identity? An orphan, or a terminally ill patient?
Zhao Xiaochui didn't answer; he was thinking seriously: There are tens of millions of people in the capital, aren't there?

"How many people do you think she could contact in a day, given her financial resources and social connections?"

"Can you threaten her by being a scoundrel? Or do you think that because you're skilled and fast, you can threaten her family no matter where you are?"

Zhao Xiaochui thought for a moment, then shook his head dejectedly.

"Right, isn't that clever?" the chubby receptionist asked irritably. "You know they have the ability to equip their family's bodyguards with firearms?"

"..."

Zhao Xiaochui raised his head blankly.

"..." The chubby receptionist stared at him blankly. "So, you think you're already incapable before we even get to the point of using firearms?"

Zhao Xiaochui nodded repeatedly.

"Pfft~"

The chubby receptionist couldn't help but laugh. He reached forward with his muscular arm, pulled the energetic young man into his arms, and slapped him hard on the back.

"Jiang Ying is a decent person, but if you don't rein yourself in, do you know what kind of people you'll run into?"

"Those people's desires are endless; they are greedy and fearful of death."

"Some people might covet your skills and want to use them for their own purposes. But if you don't cooperate and show that kind of expression, what do you think you can keep?"

"To preserve wealth and status, or to preserve one's life and fortune?"

"Child, your chubby sister can't stand here forever..."

(End of this chapter)