Author: Looking at the beauty after crossing the water
Chapter 11 Experience it (please follow up)
"It's you."
Zhang Yi was a little surprised when he saw the person coming. He was the owner of the third door. He had already met him in the supermarket just now, and he didn't expect to meet him again here.
"It's a bit of a coincidence."
"Are you coming for a massage too?"
"No, I am the owner of this store."
"Are you the boss?" The man was a little surprised, "It seems that the previous boss was not you?"
Zhang Yi put his hand on the table, took a glass of water from the water dispenser, put it to his mouth and took a sip.
"Yes, the previous boss quit. I am his relative, so I took over. Are you familiar with the former boss?"
"Well... that's right. I come here occasionally to get a massage."
"oh."
Zhang Yi handed the water to the man, took out the cigarettes he just bought from his pocket, opened them and handed one to the man.
"Thanks."
The man took the cigarette and Zhang Yi handed over the lighter.
"Click!"
Lighting the fire, the man took two puffs and flicked the ashes: "My surname is Wang, what do you call me boss?"
"The same surname as the previous boss is Zhang."
"Are you cousins?"
"Yes, I haven't seen him in a few years. When I took over, I wanted to catch up with him, but there was something going on at home and he left in a hurry. I don't know how he has been living here these years, even though he is a relative.
, but I’m not very familiar with this store.”
"Oh, that's it."
Lao Wang put the cigarette to his mouth thoughtfully: "Oh, by the way, who were you looking for when you knocked on my door last time?"
"Sister-in-law Qing, a widow who sings operas. My cousin asked me to look for her when he left."
Zhang Yi took a sip of water.
"The widow who sang... Oh, I remembered that there was such a person, but this person has been dead for many years."
After Lao Wang finished speaking, he lowered his voice and leaned into Zhang Yi's ear: "And it's not a clean death, so don't look for this bad luck."
"Not clean? Didn't she die of illness?"
"Who said she died of illness? All the elderly neighbors know that she committed suicide, and her ghost lingers after her death, often causing trouble."
Zhang Yi glanced at Dai Moli from the corner of his eye.
"Brother, can you tell me more?"
"Hey, there's nothing to say. It all happened a few years ago. This Mrs. Qing, who was also our corner, finally hanged herself..."
Lao Wang recalled what happened back then.
In her early years, Mrs. Qing learned to sing from the master in the troupe. Later, she became famous and became the leading actress in the troupe.
When she became famous, countless dignitaries rushed to praise her.
Later, Mrs. Qing married a rich man and retired from the opera troupe. She thought she would never hear Mrs. Qing sing opera again.
But a few years later, her husband died unexpectedly and she returned to the troupe.
Although he has retired for several years, his singing skills remain unchanged, and there are many people who come to support him.
Who would have thought that not even a year later, one night, the class leader kicked open the door of the firewood shed and saw Mrs. Qing and a Wu Sheng lying naked in the firewood pile.
According to the rules of the troupe, Hua Dan does not mess with Wu Sheng.
Now, the matter has spread, and all kinds of dirty words have come out.
"What happened next?"
Zhang Yi handed a glass of water to Lao Wang.
Lao Wang took it, took a sip slowly, and looked at the mirror in front of him:
"On that night at the beginning of the year, it was snowing and very cold. Mrs. Qing stood on the stage alone and sang a song called "Blood Splattered on the Black Veil." When people found her the next day, she had already hanged herself on the stage.
Already."
"pity."
"Boss, that's not what I'm talking to you about. The theater behind my house has had three theater troupes. Unsurprisingly, they all said that the ghost of Mrs. Qing turned into a ghost and demanded her life."
"oh……"
Zhang Yi nodded: "Hey, that's not right. When I went there yesterday, I met Mrs. Qing's niece."
"Sister-in-law Qing's niece?"
"Yes, it's in the theater troupe you mentioned."
"Impossible!" Lao Wang sat up from his chair. "Sister-in-law Qing was an orphan since she was a child. When she died, she was buried with a roll of straw mat. How could she have any relatives? How could she have a niece?"
After saying that, Lao Wang himself was dumbfounded.
He sat back on the chair and stared at the mirror in front of him: "Yes, where did the niece come from? How could there be a niece..."
"I still have something to do at home, so I'll leave first."
As he said this, Lao Wang took out a hundred yuan from his pocket and put it on the table, got up and walked out.
"jingle!"
Zhang Yi walked to the glass door and watched Lao Wang lower his head as he dug 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 you, but I'm definitely not telling the truth."
"I think so too. He seems to know Mrs. Qing too well."
"But they may not all be lies. Do you want to go tomorrow?"
Dai Moli looked at Zhang Yi.
"go!"
"Aren't you afraid?"
"I'm afraid, so I was wondering if I should take you with me."
"Should I go too?"
"Listening to the opera is a team-building benefit."
"The person who told me this last time has drowned in the bus."
Zhang Yi:......
Zhang Yi did not lock the door early to go to bed tonight, but sat in the shop waiting for customers to come.
Of course, not a serious customer.
Just as Dai Moli said, most of Lao Wang's words were false. He even felt that at least two-thirds of the content could not be true. This guy was hiding a lot of things.
But even if part of it is true, Zhang Yi doesn't want to take risks easily.
It's not safe to take Dai Moli with you. If you can earn more sales, you may be able to exchange some life-saving items when you go there tomorrow night, just in case.
"Ah! There's no one outside here, so don't wait any longer."
Dai Moli held Zhang Yi's mobile phone and sat on the massage chair watching TV series. There was a stick of incense stuck on the incense burner beside her, and she took a sip from time to time.
In fact, there are some benefits to being a ghost. At least you no longer have to worry about dark circles under your eyes, sudden death, or hair loss.
However, compared with the takeaway pig's trotter rice that Zhang Yi has on hand, these don't seem that fragrant.
"Wait a minute, you don't have to sleep anyway."
Zhang Yi held the lunch box and put a piece of pig's trotters to his mouth. The taste was just average. I won't order it next time.
"Ding bell, jingle bell,"
The door was pushed open, and two figures walked in. As soon as they entered the door, the man walking in front pointed at Dai Moli, who was still watching American TV series: "That's her, she's very good at treating headaches."
"Huh? Brother, is it you?"
Zhang Yi took a look and recognized that it was the elder brother who had a headache last night. When he left, he said he would bring his friends with him next time, but he didn't expect to arrive so quickly.
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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