In the next two days, Zhang Yi began to run around without touching the ground.
In order not to affect the business.
Zhang Yi chose to work during the day, sealed Dai Moli and Yang Mei, and directed the workers to start smashing the wall for expansion.
The doors and windows were re-customized to be as simple and elegant as possible with high clarity.
After all, I am doing serious business, so why should I be secretive?
Including the signboard of the massage parlor, it should also be eye-catching.
However, the original massage parlor had no name. Zhang Yi thought about it and gave the massage parlor a new name [Wuzhi Massage Parlor].
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 they do not need to worry about their livelihood.
During this period, the city management came once and gave Zhang Yi a fine of 3,000 yuan and asked him to clean up the garbage immediately.
Zhang Yi originally wanted to open up the second floor, but after the construction team looked at it, one side was a load-bearing wall, so Zhang Yi had no choice but to give up this idea.
On second thought, this is fine.
Separate a wall to give yourself some privacy.
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 recent years, especially after inspections have been intensified. Many massage parlors have either closed down or their owners have been involved.
The massage chairs in the second-hand market are sold with broken bones.
A 90% new multifunctional massage chair that can wash your hair and feet can be taken away for 100 yuan.
Zhang Yi bought five of them at once, and the boss even gave them a discount of 480 yuan.
Zhang Yi was also given two sets of cupping jars.
Now Yangmei doesn’t have to use Uncle Zeng’s thermos cup to make up the number every time.
But in the end there will be a 50 yuan shipping fee added.
After two days of busy work, Zhang Yi felt that he was almost exhausted.
But looking at the expanded massage parlor, I still feel full of pride.
Seven massage chairs should be enough, and the location is quite spacious. You can add more in the future if necessary.
A set of sofas, tables and chairs will be added here later so that guests can sit and rest while waiting.
Hmm...this shrine is a bit in the way.
Zhang Yi was wondering whether he should throw this shrine at the door of the toilet, so that the toilet would not need to light incense.
"jingle!"
Hearing the bell ringing on the door behind him, Zhang Yi said casually: "Sorry, I have a day off today. You... eh, Uncle Zeng?"
Uncle Zeng was carrying a box and wearing sunglasses, looking at the brand new massage parlor in front of him.
"It's well done. I almost thought I went to the wrong door just now."
Uncle Zeng put down the box in his hand.
He walked to the water dispenser and picked up the thermos cup on the table: "Isn't that silly boy here again?"
"Silly boy?" Zhang Yi didn't react.
"He Dapeng."
"Oh, he..."
Zhang Yi took out his cell phone from his pocket with some guilt. He had been so busy these past two days that he didn't even have time to read the messages on his cell phone.
After opening it, I discovered that He Dapeng had already sent three messages.
But what made him relieved was that He Dapeng took his mother out for a trip and would not be back until a week later.
"What's wrong?"
Uncle Zeng took out the tea leaves and threw a few into the thermos cup.
"It's okay, but if you don't give me an explanation for this matter, they don't plan to end it like this. They might come back in two days."
"Why is this kid so stubborn? He has the same virtues as his damn father."
After pouring hot water, Uncle Zeng sat in his chair.
"Do you know his father?"
Upon hearing this, Zhang Yi felt that there must be gossip in this, so he stepped forward and asked.
"Yes, I know the driver of a large truck. His brakes broke and he crashed off the highway. When he found him, his head turned into a Shaqima."
Uncle Zeng blew the tea foam floating on the thermos cup: "Where's Dai Moli?"
"Oh, I'm taking a break and going home."
Uncle Zeng took a sip of tea.
"Um……"
After taking a sip of tea, Uncle Zeng's expression became strange. He took the cup and carefully put it under his nose and smelled it.
“The tea is spoiled??”
After saying that, he tasted it carefully.
"Well, maybe it's damp. It's a pity."
After saying that, he put down the thermos cup: "Okay, I'm going back too. It's opening tomorrow, so I'd better come early."
Zhang Yi: "Okay, now that you are in charge, I will feel more at ease."
Just in time for Uncle Zeng to give Xia Tao massage training.
After finishing speaking, Zhang Yi suddenly changed the topic: "By the way, Uncle Zeng, how much property does my father still have?"
"industry??"
Uncle Zeng couldn't help but laugh: "With your father's virtue, he can still have a shit industry.
This is the place.
I guess...
Haha, he got it all by picking up some rich woman’s inheritance.”
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 his 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 made sense.
However, this test made Zhang Yi even more unclear about Uncle Zeng's background.
After sending Uncle Zeng away, Zhang Yi sat on the sofa, still thinking about Uncle Zeng's debt.
You want to say that Uncle Zeng is an ordinary person, but Zhang Yi doesn't believe it.
Except this time at the hotel.
If you think about it carefully, many places are closely related to this old thing.
For example, a theater or Dongxia Pond is recruiting people.
These were all things Uncle Zeng guided him to, consciously or unconsciously.
But the problem is that even with my ghostly eyes, I can't see anything abnormal about Uncle Zeng.
After thinking for a moment, Zhang Yi couldn't find any clues from Uncle Zeng, so he simply gave up thinking. He locked the door, hung up the sign saying he was closed, turned off the lights, and went upstairs to prepare for the opening tomorrow.
After lying on the bed, Zhang Yi relaxed completely, called out the account book, and looked at the sales volume on it.
Business has been a bit slow these two nights, with only 600 turnover, but this is also the reason why the decoration was not done well.
After opening tomorrow, I think the situation will get better.
When the time comes to save a turnover of 30,000 yuan, I will make a big draw.
After thinking about it, Zhang Yi began to fall asleep.
"Ding bell, jingle bell, jingle bell,"
The bell on the door swayed in the calm wind.
"Zhang Yi, Zhang Yi!"
Zhang Yi's brows moved, and a woman's voice echoed in his ears.
Zhang Yi felt that the temperature in the room had inexplicably dropped a lot, as if there were a few ice cubes placed around his body, and he shivered involuntarily.
who?
The coldness became stronger and stronger, and Zhang Yi's heart suddenly accelerated. His consciousness was awake, but he couldn't make a sound, let alone open his eyes.
His body was frozen in place, unable to move at all.
His chest felt cold, as if a hand was placed on his chest. The hand became heavier and heavier, making him unable to breathe.
"You took something you shouldn't have, give her back."
The sound was right next to his ear, and Zhang Yi felt his earlobe being sucked into the smooth and cold air.
It felt like something cold was drilling into my ears.
The strong feeling of suffocation made Zhang Yi alert.
Wake up! Wake up! Move.
But no matter how hard he struggled, Zhang Yi could not move.
Dai Moli!
Yang Yan!
Xia Tao......
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 his chest seemed to be dragging his consciousness into the dark abyss.
In a daze, Zhang Yi suddenly remembered something and silently thought about another ability in his heart.
graft.
With the sound of silent recitation ringing in his heart, the figures of the five famous employees appeared in Zhang Yi's mind.
That's right, five.
Zhang Yi saw Yang Yan's appearance for the first time. The young man's whole body was wrapped in flames, and his skin and flesh had been burned to coke.
The flames covering his body were not only his abilities, but also a form of torture for Yang Yan, burning him all the time.
The strong coldness prevented Zhang Yi from thinking too much, and his consciousness rushed towards Yang Yan.
The moment his consciousness touched Yang Yan.
Flames surged toward Yang Yan along his body.
The scorching flames immediately drove away the chill on Zhang Yi's body.
A woman's surprised voice came to her ears: "Hey! So the rumors are true..."
"Who are you and why do you want to harm me?" Zhang Yi asked angrily, feeling that his senses were recovering.
There was no answer, just waiting for his perception to connect with his body.
"Buzz!"
The next second Zhang Yi opened his eyes.
"Wow!"
Cold water dripped down his wet hair.
Zhang Yi sat down on the ground, breathing heavily.
The intense dizziness caused by lack of oxygen hit Zhang Yi, and Zhang Yi lay on the floor, his chest rising and falling violently.
After he had calmed down, Zhang Yi felt the skin all over his body tingled again and again. The strong burning sensation gave him the urge to tear off his skin.
He climbed up holding on to the wall, and when he looked up, he saw his pale face and the wet drops of water on his hair in the bathroom mirror.
Only then did he realize that he was in the bathroom, and he had immersed his head in the bathtub, almost drowning himself in it.
He reached out and pulled off the towel on the wall, and wiped his face vigorously a few times.
Zhang Yi quickly called out the account books and called out Dai Moli and the others in one breath.
“Boss, have you just taken a shower??”
Dai Moli couldn't help but blinked and asked when she saw Zhang Yi's wet appearance.
