beauty hunter

Chapter 17 Massage Fighting

Wen Yan was completely speechless. Oh my god! What kind of luck did I have to meet such a weird person?

Moreover, we met two of them at the same time!

I used to think that Cheng Nianxin was weird enough, but now I know that it turns out that he is more than just weird.

After the meal, Yan Qingyan took Wen Yan to Shang Zhuxuan's office to find the massage manager Liu Dahai.

Liu Dahai is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a flat head, small eyes and a big mouth, but his eyes are bright and energetic, giving people a very capable feeling. He is responsible for the work assignment of masseuses and is Wen Yan's immediate boss.

Wen Yan paid attention to Liu Dahai's hands. The knuckles were thick and he seemed to be a powerful masseur.

"Old Liu, Wen Yan is a newcomer, you know what to do." Yan Qingyan warned.

"Miss Yan, don't worry, the boss has already explained it." Liu Dahai looked Wen Yan up and down with a smile in his eyes.

If you offend your boss, you will offend your parents. Boy, just wait.

Just as Yan Qingyan was about to leave, Liu Dahai hurriedly said: "Miss Yan, I wonder if you are free tonight? My colleagues who are on shift tonight are going to have a dinner together. Can we go together?"

Yan Qingyan shook her head: "I'm not going, I have something to do." After saying that, she turned and left.

Wen Yan looked back and forth between Yan Qingyan's back and Liu Dahai's slightly disappointed face, and he knew what was going on.

Liu Dahai came back to his senses and said to Wen Yan, "Follow me."

The two of them left the office and went directly back to the employee locker room. Liu Dahai pointed to the large clothing standards on the wall and said seriously: "Compare this to look at your clothes."

Wen Yan looked at himself: "Look, it meets the standards."

Liu Dahai's face darkened: "Be serious!"

Wen Yan remained calm: "I'm not kidding either."

Liu Dahai sneered: "How do you knot your buttons? Is the center line of the hem of your clothes straight? And the pants, the belt must be right at the navel? Details are everything. Which detail did you make exactly the same as the diagram?"

Wen Yan curled his lips: "I just need to dress more standardly than you."

Liu Dahai said angrily: "I'm talking to you about business. Here, I am your leader. I have the right to deduct your points, record your mistakes, and let the boss kick you."

Wen Yan adjusted his glasses: "To put it simply, you can mess with me, right?"

Liu Dahai was stunned.

Wen Yan raised his head: "Save the nonsense. I'll accept the business. Don't criticize me. If you're brave enough, just tell Michelle to fire me and see if she agrees."

Liu Dahai never expected that such a gentle-looking boy could be so tough, and he was speechless for a moment.

Wen Yan felt funny in his heart. Michelle hired him to humiliate him. If Liu Dahai proposed to hire him, it would be surprising if Michelle didn't scold Liu Dahai bloody.

The best thing is, it seems that Liu Dahai also knows this and can't continue at all.

When the atmosphere was awkward, the door to the locker room was opened, and the big man Qin Pu followed Yan Qingyan in. The latter asked in surprise: "What's going on?"

Liu Daqiang smiled and said: "It's okay, I'm familiarizing him with the employee rules. Wen Yan, you come with me."

Wen Yan shrugged, greeted Qin Pu, and followed Liu Dahai out of the locker room.

Having learned from the past, Liu Dahai knew that the other party was not easy to bully. He restrained himself a little and took Wen Yan to a few places. Finally, he came to the next door to the employee lounge and entered: "I've seen the place, I have to see it first.

It depends on your level." He was not here during the "interview" yesterday and was not able to see Wen Yan's "wonderful performance."

Wen Yan nodded and said, "Okay." He glanced at the room and saw that it was a small room less than twenty square meters, with two small beds and a simple wardrobe, like a duty room.

It was dinner time. Liu Dahai called a masseur from the lounge next door who had finished his meal, and motioned him to lie down on the bed and be a guinea pig: "If you want to take the exam, you have to do the whole thing. Let me see your basic techniques first.

, press, massage, push, take, knead, rub, pinch, point, buckle, one by one."

Wen Yan shook his head and said, "I can't."

Those three words almost choked Liu Dahai to death. He even forgot to take the opportunity to reprimand and said in shock: "What level of massage certificate do you have? This is the most basic!"

Wen Yan asked: "What is the massage for?"

Liu Dahai said displeased: "Now I'm testing you!"

Wen Yan had always been calm and calm, and even had a vague feeling of overwhelming power, which made him feel very unhappy. Not to mention Michelle's instructions, even if there was no such relationship, he still couldn't help but teach the newcomer a lesson

My boy, you need to know what it means to respect your boss.

Wen Yan adjusted his glasses: "If you can't even answer one of my questions, what qualifications do you have to test me?"

At this time, two people passed by the door. When they heard the movement in the security room, they both stopped and leaned against the door with a smile to watch the excitement.

Liu Dahai said angrily: "Who said I can't answer? Massage is to promote human metabolism, relieve fatigue, and strengthen..."

"Everyone can endorse, but that's wrong." Wen Yan said bluntly, "Massage has only one purpose, and that is to make the customer comfortable."

"You!" Liu Dahai was interrupted. He was very angry, but couldn't continue. Indeed, from a certain point of view, this is true. What do guests want here if they don't want to be comfortable?

Wen Yan looked at him sideways: "According to this standard, most masseuses are unqualified..."

There was no end to what was said, but everyone could hear the contempt. In front of everyone, how could Liu Dahai suppress such a tone? He pointed at Wen Yan and said: "I have been working according to age for more than 20 years, and you dare to say that I am unqualified?!"

"That's right, Master Liu is our number one masseur at Shangzhuxuan. If he's not qualified, are you qualified?" A masseur at the door answered.

"Haha." Wen Yan smiled and said nothing, his meaning clearly showing.

Snap!

Liu Dahai slapped the bed next to him, his veins bulging: "If you dare to question my level, it depends on how much weight you have! Today we will compete here, and everyone will be the referee to see who is not good!"

A kid who didn't even know basic techniques dared to question himself! He was completely angered.

Seven or eight masseuses have gathered at the door, all of them exclaiming: "That's right, Bibi!"

"Don't just say you won't practice fake moves, do it for real if you want to."

"Yes, Lao Liu, I support you."

…

Amidst all the chatter, Liu Dahai straightened his back and looked arrogantly at Wen Yan, who was half a head shorter than him: "You dare to come? If you don't dare, I'll give you a coward, Uncle Liu. Uncle Liu will forgive you."

Everyone fell silent.

Wen Yan looked around calmly and naturally, and said slowly and authentically: "It's a comparison, but if you find them as massage partners, then..."

"Don't worry, I, Liu Dahai, have always been fair." Liu Dahai said proudly, "We will start business soon. We will each find a customer, and the customer's service satisfaction will be the standard!"

"Okay." Wen Yan said simply, "It's a deal."

At three o'clock in the afternoon, Shangzhuxuan only opened for business, and customers arrived one after another.

In the office, Michelle pointed to the thin guest list: "It's her!"

Yan Qingyan and Liu Dahai next to them were both stunned.

After a long while, Liu Dahai hesitated and said: "Boss, this... Boss Sun has joint pain. Isn't it a bit dangerous to let a novice massage her?"

Because different strengths are often used, massage has always been a taboo for patients with injuries or illnesses, as they are most likely to cause problems. Generally, lower-level restaurants would not dare to accept such customers, and even if they do, they must be careful to avoid injuries.

But Wen Yan had no idea that there was something wrong with the person he was trying to massage. It would be weird if he didn't cause a problem.

Michelle snorted coldly: "I don't care, I want that guy to lose in this competition. Old Liu, if you don't win, then your certificate as a masseur is really nothing."

Liu Dahai's face twitched a few times, and finally he nodded resolutely: "Don't worry, boss, if I don't win, I won't be able to work in this business anymore."

Yan Qingyan couldn't help but interrupt: "Boss, if you take advantage of Boss Sun, if she finds out..."

"Don't worry, I will warn her in advance to prevent her from being in danger." Michelle smiled proudly.

Mr. Wen, let me see how you win this time.

At half past three, Wen Yan was led into a small private room. As soon as he entered the door, he was hit by a gust of warm wind.

The air fumigator is turned on in such nice weather. It seems that this customer is very demanding.

The lights in the room were bright, and a young woman in a bathrobe was sitting on a massage chair, holding an iPad in her hand and reading something intently.

"Boss Sun, we're here." The girl who brought Wen Yan in said respectfully.

The young woman raised her eyes slightly, glanced at Wen Yan, and put the iPad aside: "Okay, thank you."

The little girl exited the room and closed the door.

"No need for essential oil, just massage naked." Boss Sun stood up and was actually about the same height as Wen Yan. Under her beautiful face, there was an aura of coldness and arrogance, which made people feel that she was not easy to approach.

It’s strange, what do women eat these days, how come they all grow so tall?

When this thought flashed through Wen Yan's mind, Boss Sun had already leaned comfortably on the back of the chair, raised his legs, parted the hem of his bathrobe, and placed a pair of slender legs flatly on the horizontal board in front of the massage chair.

Seeing this posture, Wen Yan knew that the other party wanted a partial massage, so he walked slowly and slowly to the massage chair. He raised his hands and leaned over to press on her little feet painted with purple nail polish.

"Huh? What's the matter with you? Are you standing and pressing the button?" Boss Sun suddenly said displeased.

At the same time, in Shang Zhuxuan's monitoring room, Michelle looked proudly at Wen Yan, who stood motionless on the screen.

If Sun Fei wants to be picky, no man can stand it. I want to see how you can win!

In the private room, Wen Yan looked at the kneeling mat next to the horizontal board: "I don't know how to kneel down."

In Shangzhuxuan, kneeling massage is a very normal method. It is not only convenient for massage, but also pleasing to the guests. Liu Dahai introduced it to him earlier. But it is absolutely impossible for him to kneel down to do things for others.

Sun Fei frowned slightly: "No? I've been to Shangzhuxuan so many times, but this is the first time I've heard of it."

Wen Yan said slowly and calmly: "There are always people who won't kowtow."

Sun Fei looked at him carefully with a strange look in her eyes: "I can complain to Michelle about you."

Wen Yan smiled: "If I were you, I wouldn't complain."

"Um?"

"Your knees are slightly concave. You may have knee joint pain." Wen Yan said lightly, "If you complain to me, you will lose a chance to treat it."

Sun Fei looked at him again in surprise and couldn't help but smile.

Due to the impact of work, her knee joint pain has been persistent for a long time. She has used many Chinese and Western medicines, but it has not been relieved. Not only can this person see it, but he also dares to say that he can treat it?

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