Chapter 9; Got 200

Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water

Chapter 9; Got 200

Suddenly, a strong sense of crisis hit him. Looking at the man in front of him with blood constantly spilling from his head, Zhang Yi instinctively wanted to hide behind him, but the man's hand held his wrist as tightly as an iron hoop.

"My head hurts so much!"

The man's face gradually came closer to Zhang Yi, and there was more and more blood on his head.

"Let go!"

Jasmine wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Zhang Yi's eyes. This man was very powerful, and he did not dare to let Dai Moli take action rashly.

"You have a headache because you have been under too much pressure recently. Don't get excited. Lie down first and we will massage you so it won't hurt anymore."

The man obviously hurt his head and was confused. After hearing Zhang Yi's words, he nodded dully.

"You sit down first and I'll get the tools."

"My head hurts so much, it hurts so much!!"

The man closed his eyes, but instead of letting go, he squeezed tighter and tighter, which even made him feel a little painful.

Zhang Yi bit his lip and tried again: "Don't worry, it won't hurt after a while. You let go first, otherwise I won't be able to massage you."

Seeing that the man ignored him, Zhang Yi could only look at Dai Moli.

"Um... Jasmine, come and give this brother a head spa."

"Me!" Jasmine's eyes widened.

"Yes, don't be nervous, just do what you just did."

He remembered that ice application seemed to relieve pain, but he didn't know whether it would work or not.

"Just now...oh, I understand." Jasmine finally understood after being stunned for a moment, "I'll go prepare."

As she said that, she hurriedly turned around and ran upstairs.

"Brother, please relax. Can I give you a shoulder squeeze first?"

Zhang Yi tried to pull his hand out, but he couldn't pull it out at all.

"Deng, Deng, Deng..."

At this time, Dai Moli came down from upstairs holding a basin of water.

"I……"

She put the basin aside and looked at the man lying on the massage chair, wondering what to do next.

"It's okay, come whatever is convenient for you!" Zhang Yi consoled him from the side.

"Okay." Dai Moli looked at the man whose forehead was still bleeding, reached out and held up a handful of water, slowly approached his head, and spread his fingers.

"Tick-tock-tock..."

The water droplets as big as beans condensed into ice beads the size of mung beans and rolled down along the man's forehead.

"Ah! Huhu..."

The man's chest was heaving and he was breathing heavily, but the hand holding Zhang Yi began to relax.

Seeing that it was working, Zhang Yi quickly signaled Jasmine to continue.

After receiving Zhang Yi's encouraging look, Jasmine became bolder and concentrated on sprinkling ice beads on the man's forehead.

Soon the temperature of the whole room seemed to have dropped a lot, and Zhang Yi even felt a little cold.

An ice flake condensed on the tip of Jasmine's finger, and she pressed it on the man's forehead and slowly wiped it. Gradually, the pain on the man's face began to recede.

The wrist that was holding Zhang Yi slowly began to let go.

Zhang Yi quickly took the opportunity to take out his hand and stood aside, placing his other hand on the pendant on his chest.

Dai Moli pushed the ice slices with her fingers and slowly pushed them along the man's forehead.

Then she dipped her fingers in the basin. Her slender fingertips were covered with ice like nails. While avoiding the wound on the man's forehead, she gently grabbed deep along the man's hairline.

Although the technique is a bit clumsy, the process is extremely enjoyable.

Not long after, the man snored.

Dai Moli continued to massage, apply ice, finger massage, and tap carefully. After the whole process was completed, the man opened his eyes and looked at the reflection on the glass in front of him.

"Thank you, I feel much more comfortable."

The man fumbled for a thick stack of banknotes from his pocket, then carefully took two out and placed them on the table.

"Are these enough?"

"That's enough. Welcome to come again next time."

Zhang Yi looked at the brightly colored banknotes on the table. The 100 yuan figure on it seemed to be something that would never offend anyone, but only if the four characters "Tiandi Bank" on it were ignored.

"Although the technique is very amateurish, it is very effective in treating headaches."

The man bluntly pointed out Dai Moli's amateurishness, but also gave him his approval.

"Newcomers need to be trained slowly."

"Your head?"

"Saved a little boy who was smashed."

"Oh, hmm?"

Zhang Yi was stunned for a moment.

"Let's go, boss, I'll bring my friends with me next time."

"Dingling, dinging..."

After the man opened the door and walked out, Zhang Yi looked at the two ghost notes in front of him and was lost in thought.

"what's on your mind?"

Dai Moli lay on the table, gently rubbing her sore hands. Seeing that she had worked so hard for so long to earn such a small amount of money, she felt a little uncomfortable.

"A lot!" Zhang Yi turned his head, "When did you learn massage?"

Zhang Yi looked at Dai Moli's technique just now. Although it was very clumsy, it was not done unconsciously. Every step was done with a foreshadowing.

"I haven't learned it before, but I often do facial SAP, and it's the same routine back and forth."

"If you are tired, go upstairs and rest. There is a small bedroom on the left side upstairs. Let it be your staff dormitory."

"Is there a bathtub?"

Zhang Yi glanced at Dai Moli: "There is a toilet."

"Then I'll sleep in the bathroom."

Zhang Yi: "..."

It was already very late, and Zhang Yi was not in the habit of staying up late. He locked the door, looked at the two ghost notes on the table, and reached out to take them.

But when his hand touched Ming Chao, Ming Chao turned into ashes in an instant.

“No more??”

Zhang Yi blinked and looked at the ashes on the table.

Even if it's money, it's still money, right? It's just gone?

But he immediately thought of something, opened his hands, and tried to meditate on the account book.

The thick account book immediately appeared in Zhang Yi's hand out of thin air.

I opened the account book with expectant eyes, and sure enough, my turnover above had become 200.

"It's true. It turns out that the so-called turnover is the money earned from these ghostly customers."

When I turned to the next page, I found that under Dai Moli's information, the contribution level had changed from 0 to 200.

It shows that this turnover was earned by Dai Moli’s hard work.

With this 200 turnover, Zhang Yi was no longer sleepy instantly.

Holding the account book in his hand, he walked into the room and began to study it.

There are many interesting props that can be redeemed in the account book, most of which are used to deal with ghosts.

But there are also some things that are very strangely described.

For example, the [Offering Bowl] written above actually requires 2,000 turnover points to redeem, but the description is very vague, with only a simple sentence.

"This bowl is very heavy. Those who lift it sit on the altar table. Those who cannot lift it are smashed into pieces."

It seems that starting from the line [offering bowl], no matter what I click on, there is no response to the rest of the items in the directory.

This is like a threshold. Only when you pick up the offering bowl can you see the detailed information of the things below.
To be continued...