My staff is inhuman

Chapter 11 Experience it (seeking follow-up reading)
"It's you."

Zhang Yi was a little surprised when he saw the person coming. The person was the owner of the third door. He had met once in the supermarket just now, but he did not expect to meet again here.

"It's a bit of a coincidence."

"Are you coming for a massage too?"

"No, I'm the owner of this store."

"Are you the boss?" The man was a little surprised, "It seems that the previous boss wasn't you?"

Zhang Yi put his things on the table, took a glass of water from the water dispenser, and took a sip from his mouth.

"Yes, the former boss quit. I'm his relative, so I took over. Are you familiar with the former boss?"

"This...well, I come here for a massage once in a while."

"Oh."

Zhang Yi handed the water to the man, took out the cigarette he just bought from his pocket, opened it and handed one to the man.

"Thank you."

The man took the cigarette, and Zhang Yi handed over the lighter.

"Crack!"

After lighting it up, the man took two puffs and flicked the ash: "My surname is Wang, what is the name of the boss?"

"Same as the former boss, both are surnamed Zhang."

"Are you cousins?"

"Yes, I haven't seen each other for several years. When I took over, I wanted to catch up with him, but he had something to do with his family and left in a hurry. I don't know how he has been here these years. Although he is a relative , but I am not very familiar with this store.”

"oh, I see."

Old Wang put the cigarette to his mouth thoughtfully: "Oh, by the way, who did you knock on my door last time?"

"Sister Qing, a widow who sings in an opera, let me find her when my cousin leaves."

Zhang Yi took a sip of water.

"The widow who sings... Oh, I remembered, there is such a person, but this person has been dead for many years."

After Lao Wang finished speaking, he lowered his voice and approached Zhang Yi's ear: "And he died uncleanly, don't look for this bad luck."

"Not clean? Didn't she die of illness?"

"Whoever said that she died of illness, the elderly neighbors all know that she committed suicide, and after she died, her ghost lingers, and she often causes troubles."

Zhang Yi glanced at Dai Moli from the corner of his eye.

"Brother, can you talk more?"

"Hey, there's nothing to say. It's all happened a few years ago. This Mrs. Qing was also our role back then, and she hanged herself in the end..."

Lao Wang recalled what happened back then.

Mrs. Qing learned to sing from the masters of the troupe in her early years, and later she rubbed shoulders with the elders of a hundred schools of thought, and became famous quickly, becoming the leading actress in the troupe.

When she was very popular, many dignitaries and dignitaries rushed to praise her.

Later, Mrs. Qing married a rich man and retired from the theater troupe. She thought she would never hear Mrs. Qing sing operas again.

But within a few years, her husband died unexpectedly and returned to the troupe.

Although she has retired for several years, her singing skills have not changed, and there are many people who come to join her.

Never thought that it was less than a year ago, but one night, the head of the group kicked open the door of the firewood room with someone, and saw Mrs. Qing and a martial artist lying naked on the firewood pile.

According to the rules of the opera troupe, Hua Dan does not mess with Wu Sheng.

Now, the matter spread, and all kinds of foul language came.

"and after?"

Zhang Yi handed Lao Wang a glass of water.

Old Wang took it, took a sip slowly, and looked at the mirror in front of him:
"On the night of the first year of the year, it was snowing and it was very cold. Mrs. Qing stood on the stage alone and sang "Blood Splattered on Black Shack". When people found her the next day, she had already hanged on the stage. gone."

"pity."

"Boss, that's not what I'm talking to you about. The theater behind my house has changed three theater troupes before and after, and there are no accidents. It's said that the dead soul of Mrs. Qing turned into a deadly ghost."

"Oh……"

Zhang Yi nodded: "Hey, that's not right. When I went there yesterday, I met Mrs. Qing's niece."

"Sister Qing's niece?"

"That's right, it's in the troupe you mentioned."

"Impossible!" Old Wang sat up from the chair at once, "Sister Qing was an orphan since she was a child. When she died, she was buried with a straw mat. Where did she have any relatives, and how could she have a niece?"

After finishing speaking, Pharaoh himself was also stupid.

He sat back on the chair and stared at the mirror in front of him: "Yeah, where is the niece, how could there be a niece..."

"I still have something to do at home, so I'm leaving first."

As he said that, Lao Wang took out 100 yuan from his pocket and put it on the table, got up and walked out.

"jingle!"

Zhang Yi walked to the glass door, watched Lao Wang bow his head and plunge into the crowd, then turned around and picked up the money.

To his disappointment, this was not a ghost note.

Putting the money into his pocket, Zhang Yi looked at Dai Moli: "What do you think?"

"Hmm..." Dai Moli bit her finger: "I can't tell, but I'm sure I'm not telling the truth."

"I think so too. He seems to know Mrs. Qing a little too well."

"But it's not necessarily all lies. Do you want to go tomorrow?"

Dai Moli looked at Zhang Yi.

"go with!"

"You are not afraid?"

"I'm afraid, so I'm thinking, should I take you with me?"

"I also need to go?"

"Listen to the opera, this is a group building benefit."

"The person who told me that last time has drowned in the bus."

Zhang Yi: ...

Zhang Yi didn't lock the door early to sleep this evening, but sat in the store waiting for customers to come.

Of course, not serious guests.

As Dai Moli said, more than half of what Old Wang said was false, and he even felt that at least two-thirds of the content could not be true. This guy is hiding a lot of things.

But even if part of it is true, Zhang Yi doesn't want to let himself take risks easily.

It's not safe to take Dai Moli with you. If you can earn more turnover, you may be able to exchange some life-saving items when you go tomorrow night just in case.

"Ah! There's no one outside here, so don't wait."

Dai Moli sat on the massage chair with Zhang Yi's mobile phone in her arms and watched a TV series. There was an incense stick on the incense burner beside her, and she took a sip from time to time.

In fact, being a ghost is a bit good, at least you don't have to worry about dark circles under your eyes, sudden death, or hair loss.

However, compared with the takeaway pork knuckle rice in Zhang Yi's hand, these seemed not so delicious.

"Wait a minute, you don't need to sleep anyway."

Holding the lunch box, Zhang Yi brought a piece of pig's trotter to his mouth. The taste was average, so he won't order it next time.

"Jingle, jingle,"

The door was pushed open, and two figures walked in. As soon as they entered, the man in front pointed at Dai Moli who was still watching American dramas: "It's her, it's good for headaches."

"Huh? Brother, is that you?"

Zhang Yi took a look and recognized it. It was the elder brother who had a headache last night. When he left, he said that he would bring his friends with him next time. He didn't expect to come so soon.

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

The man lowered his head, covered his head, and stood behind without saying a word, raising his hand to knock on his head from time to time.

"After going back yesterday, the effect was good, but today it started to hurt again. By the way, I brought a brother with me. He also has some problems with his head. Try to see if it can be relieved."

"Which one of you will come first?"

"Let's go first, I can bear it."

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

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

"It's improving very quickly, it's much more professional than when I was here last time."

"Listen to the customer's feedback. My name is Zhang Yi. What do you call my elder 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, which costs 1000 yuan 10 times, which is equivalent to a half-price discount. If the two of you come here often, it will be more cost-effective."

"Good deal."

Zhuang Ning nodded, very satisfied with the strength of the discount.

However, he glanced at Jiao Fei who had already started to close his eyes and enjoy himself on the massage table.

"Forget it, let's get on with each other, let's talk about it next time."

"it is good!"

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

For this kind of repeat customers who can provide stable turnover, he is still happy to get closer to 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 face-slapping technique was quite similar to Uncle Zeng's.

The force was soft and crisp, and with Dai Jasmine's icy cold hands, Jiao Fei, who was lying on the massage bed, could let out a breath from time to time, and his body was completely relaxed.

After about half an hour, Dai Moli stopped, and put a cold towel on Jiao Fei's forehead, which was regarded as the completion of the whole process.

Then quickly spread the face towel on another massage chair, motioning Zhuang Ning to lie down.

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

"Does your family have any other programs besides the spa?" Jiao Fei, who was lying on another massage chair, opened his eyes and asked casually.

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

"Oh, it's a bit rare to see a technician who doesn't work the night shift."

"That's a veteran technician in our store, but his technique is very steady, and customers like it very much. It's just that he's getting old, so he doesn't work night shift."

Jiao Fei, who was lying on the massage chair, shook his head with regret: "That's a pity, I like this kind of old-age, 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 Uncle Zeng's massage guests pay real money?
If not, where are the ghost notes that Uncle Zeng received?
"Let's go, we'll come back tomorrow."

After Zhuang Ning finished pressing, the two took out the money to settle the bill.

The four brightly colored notes made Zhang Yi temporarily forget about Uncle Zeng's question.

"Wait, we may not open the door tomorrow, the day after tomorrow."

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

In order to prevent these two stable customers from making a wasteful trip, he hurriedly reminded them.

"Oh, something?"

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

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

"Okay, walk slowly."

"Jingle, jingle."

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

"Brother Zhuang, my head doesn't hurt at all. If I knew there was such a place, I would have come here."

His head hasn't been this comfortable since the car accident: "It's just a little expensive."

"I also walked in by accident yesterday. As for Gui, that's your problem. Bet less and you'll have everything."

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

"Yes, yes, yes!" Jiao Fei paused, turned his head and glanced behind him.

"Brother Zhuang, I remembered something happened over there, you go first, we will make an appointment another day."

"Don't gamble again."

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

After waiting for Zhuang Ning to go far away, Jiao Fei turned around and ran back to the massage shop, 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 may not be able to exchange for some money."

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

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

"Crack!"

After a while of dizziness, his body and his own consciousness quickly began to dissipate. In a trance, Jiao Fei heard a teasing in his ear.

"Now, you experience it."

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(End of this chapter)