My staff is inhuman

Chapter 59 Someone wants to... kill me! (Third update, ask for tickets, ask for follow-up reading.)
In the next two days, Zhang Yi began to run around without touching the ground.

In order not to affect business.

Zhang Yi chose to work during the day, sealed Dai Moli and Yangmei, and ordered the workers to start smashing the wall to expand.

The doors and windows are re-customized, as simple and elegant as possible, with high clarity.

After all, I was doing serious business, so I kept it secret, what did I do?
Including the signboard of the massage shop, it should also be eye-catching.

However, the original massage shop didn’t have a name, so Zhang Yi thought about it and gave the massage shop a new name [No Stiffness Massage Shop]

The name is quite hellish, but my main customers still have to face those special guests.

As for the living, at present, it seems that there is no need to worry about livelihood.

During this period, the urban management came once and gave Zhang Yi a 3000 yuan fine and asked him to clean up the garbage immediately.

Zhang Yi originally wanted to connect the second floor together, but after the construction team saw that one side was a load-bearing wall, Zhang Yi had no choice but to give up this idea.

On second thought, that's fine.

Separate a wall to give yourself a little privacy too.

After the first floor is penetrated, it becomes a large space of 120 square meters.

In order to save time, Zhang Yi did not purchase a new massage chair, but took a car to the local second-hand market.

The business of massage parlors has also been sluggish in the past few years, especially after the intensification of inspections, many massage parlors either closed down or the boss went in.

The kind of massage chairs in the second-hand market are sold by breaking bones.

A 100% new multifunctional massage chair that can wash hair and feet can be taken away for [-] yuan.

Zhang Yi bought five at a time, and the boss gave a discount of 480 yuan.

And also gave Zhang Yi two sets of cupping jars.

Now Yangmei doesn't have to use Uncle Zeng's thermos to make up the numbers every time.

But in the end, there will be an additional 50 yuan for handling.

After two days of busy work, Zhang Yi felt that he was going to be exhausted.

But looking at the expanded massage shop, I am still full of pride.

Seven massage chairs should be enough, and the space is still very spacious. If necessary, you can add more in the future.

A set of sofas, tables and chairs will be added here in the future, so that guests can sit down and rest while waiting.

Hmm... the shrine is a little in the way.

Zhang Yi wondered if he should throw this shrine at the door of the toilet, so that the toilet would not need to burn incense.

"jingle!"

Hearing the bell on the door behind him, Zhang Yi said casually, "Sorry, I'm resting today, you... huh, Uncle Zeng?"

Uncle Zeng was carrying a suitcase, wearing sunglasses, and was looking at the brand new massage parlor in front of him.

"It's well cleaned up. I almost thought I went to the wrong door just now."

Uncle Zeng put down the box in his hand.

Walking to the water dispenser, he picked up the thermos cup on the table: "That silly boy didn't come again."

"Stupid boy?" Zhang Yi didn't react.

"He Dapeng."

"Oh, he..."

Zhang Yi took out his mobile phone from his pocket with some guilt. He has been busy for the past two days, so he didn't have time to check the messages on his mobile phone.

After opening it, I found that He Dapeng had already sent three messages.

But what made him heave a sigh of relief was that He Dapeng took his old mother out on a trip, and he would not be back until a week later.

"what happened?"

Uncle Zeng took out the tea leaves and threw a few into the thermos.

"It's okay, but if you don't give someone an explanation for this matter, they don't plan to end it like this. Maybe they will come back in two days."

"This kid, why is he like this? He's just like his dead ghost father."

After making hot water, Uncle Zeng sat in his chair.

"You know his father?"

Zhang Yi felt that there must be gossip in it, so he leaned forward and asked.

"Well, I know, the driver of the big truck, the brakes were broken, he hit the high speed, and when he found it, his head turned into Shaqima."

Uncle Zeng blew on the tea foam floating on the thermos cup: "Where's Dai Moli?"

"Oh, take a break and go home."

Uncle Zeng took a sip of his tea.

"Um……"

After taking a sip of tea, Uncle Zeng's expression became strange, he held the cup under his nose and sniffed carefully.

"The tea is broken??"

After speaking, he tasted it carefully again.

"Well, it may be damp, it's a pity."

Putting down the thermos after finishing speaking: "Okay, I'm going back too, it's opening tomorrow, I still have to come early."

Zhang Yi: "Okay, with you in charge, I can feel more at ease."

Just in time for Uncle Zeng to give Xia Tao massage training.

After finishing speaking, Zhang Yi suddenly changed the subject when he changed his voice: "By the way, Uncle Zeng, how much property does my father still have?"

"industry??"

Uncle Zeng couldn't help laughing: "With your father's virtue, he can still have a fart business.

This is the place.

I predict……

Hehe, he got it by picking up the inheritance of a certain rich woman. "

After Uncle Zeng finished speaking, he seemed to realize that something was wrong, after all, how could anyone say that about someone's father in front of someone's son.

He quickly took a sip of tea to hide the embarrassment on his face.

It's just that Uncle Zeng didn't know, not only was Zhang Yi not angry about this, but he also felt that what Uncle Zeng said seemed to make sense.

However, this trial made Zhang Yi even more unclear about Uncle Zeng's background.

After sending off Uncle Zeng, Zhang Yi sat on the sofa, still thinking about Uncle Zeng's bad debts.

If you want to say that Uncle Zeng is an ordinary person, Zhang Yi doesn't believe it.

Except this restaurant.

Thinking about it carefully, many places are inseparable from this old thing.

For example, theaters, such as Dongxiachi recruiting people.

These were all guided by Uncle Zeng intentionally or unintentionally.

But the problem is that my own ghostly eyes can't see that there is something abnormal about Uncle Zeng.

After thinking for a while, Zhang Yi couldn't find any clues from Uncle Zeng, so he simply didn't think about it anymore, locked the door, hung up the closed sign, turned off the lights, and went upstairs to prepare for the opening tomorrow.

After lying on the bed, Zhang Yi relaxed, called out the account book, and looked at the turnover on it.

In the past two nights, the business has been a bit poor, with only a turnover of [-] yuan, but this is also the reason why the decoration has not been done well.

After opening tomorrow, it is estimated that the situation will improve.

When the time comes to save enough turnover of [-] yuan, I will draw a big one.

After thinking about it, Zhang Yi began to fall asleep in a daze.

"Jingle, jingle, jingle,"

The bell on the gate swayed silently.

"Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi!"

Zhang Yi frowned, and a woman's voice echoed in his ears.

Zhang Yi felt that the temperature in the room dropped a lot inexplicably, as if a few ice cubes were placed around his body, and he shivered involuntarily.

Who?
The coldness became stronger and stronger, Zhang Yi's heart speeded up suddenly, his consciousness was already clear, but he couldn't make a sound no matter what, let alone open his eyes.

His body was frozen in place, unable to move at all.

His chest was cold, as if a hand was placed on his chest, and the hand was getting heavier and heavier, making him a little out of breath.

"You took something you shouldn't take, return her."

The sound was right next to his ear, and Zhang Yi felt his earlobe being sucked into the creamy and cold water.

It was as if something cold was burrowing into his ear.

The strong sense of suffocation made Zhang Yi alert.

wake up!wake up!move it.

But no matter how hard he struggled, Zhang Yi couldn't move.

Dai Moli!
Yang Yan!

summer peach...

Zhang Yi tried to call them, but he couldn't open his mouth at all, and couldn't make any sound.

But the hand on the chest seemed to want to drag his own consciousness into the dark abyss.

In a trance, Zhang Yi suddenly remembered something, and silently recited another ability in his heart.

graft.

Accompanied by the voice of silent recitation, the figures of the five employees under Zhang Yi's name appeared in Zhang Yi's mind.

That's right, five.

For the first time, Zhang Yi saw Yang Yan's appearance, a young man whose whole body was wrapped in flames, his skin and flesh had been burned into coke.

The flame covering his body is not only his ability, but also a kind of torture to Yang Yan, burning himself all the time.

The strong coldness prevented Zhang Yi from thinking too much, and his consciousness rushed to Yang Yan.

The moment his consciousness touched Yang Yan.

The flames rushed towards him along Yang Yan's body.

The scorching flames immediately drove away the chill on Zhang Yi's body.

A woman's suspicious voice came from my ear: "Hey! So the rumors are true..."

"Who are you and why did you want to kill me!" Zhang Yi felt that his perception was recovering, and asked angrily.

He didn't answer, just waiting for his perception to connect with his body.

"Buzz!"

In the next second, Zhang Yi opened his eyes.

"Whoa!"

Cold water dripped down his wet hair.

Zhang Yi sat down on the ground, panting heavily.

Zhang Yi was lying on the floor with a strong dizziness caused by hypoxia, his chest heaving violently.

After the breath was relieved, Zhang Yi felt the skin all over his body prickling again, and the intense burning sensation made him have the urge to tear off the skin.

Standing up against the wall, I looked up and saw my pale face and the wet drops of water in the bathroom mirror.

Only then did he realize that he was in the bathroom, and he also dipped his head into the bathtub, almost drowning himself in it.

He reached out and pulled the towel off the wall, and wiped his face vigorously a few times.

Zhang Yi hurriedly called out the account book, calling out Dai Moli and the others in one breath.

"Boss, did you just take a shower?"

Seeing Zhang Yi's wet body, Dai Moli couldn't help but blinked and asked.

"No! Someone...someone wants to...kill me!"

(End of this chapter)