He glanced at the man behind the elder brother out of the corner of his eye.

The man lowered his head, covered his head, and stood behind without saying a word. From time to time he would raise his hand and hit his head a few times.

"The effect was good after I went back yesterday, but the pain started again today. By the way, I brought a brother with me. He also has some problems with his head. Let's try and see if it can relieve the pain."

"Which of you comes first?"

"Let him go first, I can still bear it."

"Okay." At this moment, Dai Moli had consciously put down her phone, adjusted the angle of the massage chair, took out a disposable face towel, and spread it on the massage chair.

During the day, under the guidance of Uncle Zeng, Dai Moli finally looked like a technician.

"I'm making rapid progress. I'm much more professional than the last time I came here."

"Listen to the feedback from the guests. My name is Zhang Yi. What do you call me brother?"

Zhang Yi stretched out his hand towards the man.

"Zhuang Ning." Zhuang Ning pointed to the man lying on the massage chair: "This is my friend, Jiao Fei."

"Brother Zhuang, if you come here often, you can apply for a card. It costs 1,000 yuan for 10 times, which is equivalent to a half-price discount. If the two of you come here often, it is still a good deal."

“A good deal.”

Zhuang Ning nodded, still very satisfied with the strength of this offer.

But he glanced at Jiao Fei who had already closed his eyes and enjoyed it on the massage bed.

"Forget it, let's all go our separate ways. We'll talk about it next time."

"good!"

Zhang Yi took out the prepared cigarettes and handed them over.

For this kind of repeat customers who can steadily provide turnover, he is still happy to close the relationship with each other.

Dai Moli's movements were very slow, but her skills were obviously much more proficient than last time. Zhang Yi even saw that Dai Moli's facial slapping technique was quite similar to Uncle Zeng's style.

The force was gentle and crisp, and combined with Dai Moli's cold hands, Jiao Fei, who was lying on the massage bed, could exhale from time to time, and his body had completely relaxed.

After about half an hour, Dai Moli stopped and put a cold towel on Jiao Fei's forehead, which meant that the whole process was completed.

Then he quickly spread the face towel on another massage chair and motioned for Zhuang Ning to lie down.

When the cold icicles slid down his forehead, Zhuang Ning had already allowed his body to relax.

"In addition to spa, do you have any other programs at your home?" Jiao Fei, who was lying on another massage chair, opened his eyes and asked casually.

"Yes, but the technicians are only willing to work the day shift. If you want to experience this project, you can come earlier in the morning."

"Oh, technicians who don't work the night shift are a bit rare."

"That's a veteran technician from our store, but his techniques are very steady and customers like him very much. He's just getting old, so he doesn't work the night shift."

Jiao Fei, who was lying on the massage chair, shook his head with a little pity: "That's a pity. I like this kind of age and steady technique. I must try it if I have the opportunity."

"There will be."

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, a question suddenly came to his mind.

Did all the customers that Uncle Zeng massaged pay real money?

If not, where are the money that Uncle Zeng received?

"Let's go, we'll come back tomorrow."

After Zhuang Ning finished pressing the button, the two of them took out the money to pay.

The four bright banknotes made Zhang Yi temporarily forget about Uncle Zeng's problems.

"Wait a minute, we may not be open tomorrow, maybe the day after tomorrow."

Zhang Yi remembered that he would go to see Mrs. Qing tomorrow night and didn't know when he would be back.

In order not to let these two stable customers go to waste, I quickly reminded them.

"Oh, something happened?"

"Yes, I made an appointment with someone to go to the theater."

"If you can't appreciate it, then let's come back the day after tomorrow."

"Okay, walk slowly."

"Ding bell, jingle bell."

On the street, Jiao Fei shook his head while walking.

"Brother Zhuang, my head finally doesn't hurt anymore. If I had known there was such a place, I would have come here a long time ago."

Since the car accident, his head has not felt so comfortable: "It's just a bit expensive."

"I just walked in by mistake yesterday. As for the price, that's your problem. If you just bet a few times, you'll have everything."

Jiao Fei was a bad gambler when he was alive, and he was also a bad gambler when he died.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jiao Fei paused and looked behind him.

"Brother Zhuang, I remembered something happened over there. You go first and we can make an appointment another day."

"Don't gamble again."

Zhuang Ning shook his head, and his figure gradually disappeared from the street.

After Jiao Fei waited for Zhuang Ning to go away, he turned around and ran back to the massage parlor. He looked at the pink glass door and muttered in a low voice with a slightly tangled expression.

"The theater...I'm afraid it's not that place."

"Hey, that's not a good place. This information can't be exchanged for some money."

"It's just like this. I'm afraid I won't be able to come here for massage again. It's a pity. I still want to experience the service of that old technician again."

Jiao Fei made a draft of his speech in his mind and was about to push the door open when suddenly! A hand hooked on his chin from behind.

"Click!"

The world was spinning for a while, and his body and his consciousness quickly began to dissipate. In a daze, Jiao Fei heard a joke in his ears.

"Now, you experience it."

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