"Little Boss Jiang, muah~"
"Little Boss Jiang, if you don't show up soon, we're going to starve!"
"We miss you so much, Little Boss Jiang~"
A pair of sister technicians, after completing the usual procedures and reporting their numbers, eagerly sidled up to Jiang Beicheng, flattering him shamelessly.
Little Boss Jiang wasn't just a regular customer; he was also their mentor.
They had to keep him happy.
Jiang Beicheng enjoyed spending time with the two sisters, not only because they were sweet-talkers with excellent service but also because they were among the few soft-style technicians with truly exceptional skills.
Soft-style massages didn't demand the highest technical precision; the focus was on physical and mental relaxation.
Many technicians overlooked this, putting most of their energy into teasing and enticing customers.
But the training in this establishment was entirely entrusted to these two.
Head massages, lower back and hip massages, oil massages, back pushes, and gastrointestinal adjustments… these were all basic skills.
Big Qiao and Little Qiao were particularly dedicated, with strong comprehension. Every time they performed this dual artistry project, the comfort was doubled.
Jiang Beicheng especially loved Big Qiao's gentle stomach massages and Little Qiao's head massages while softly reciting ancient poems and verses.
Of course, the "artistry" in their dual artistry was also a key focus.
In reality, the star technicians at high-end clubs and the princesses at upscale KTVs had looks and figures that surpassed ninety percent of internet celebrities. They just hadn't tapped into the online fame game.
Most of them started out being lured by mamasans or managers with promises of easy money or were referred by friends, coming in with a "let's give it a try" mindset.
They thought they could stick to their boundaries.
But once you entered this industry, it was a bottomless pit. There were no boundaries to speak of—only the temptation of money.
They couldn't hold out.
Take Jiang Beicheng, for example. If he wanted to take the sisters out for a late-night snack, he didn't even need to book their time anymore. He could just show up during their off-hours.
The sisters were straightforward too. When they had too many booked hours to complete in a month or when their recharge quotas were too heavy, they'd sweetly beg Little Boss Jiang for "charity."
Little Boss Jiang was naturally generous.
Because he'd been too generous in the past, there had even been incidents at the establishment where technicians fought over him.
They all wanted this big spender to keep coming back, to recharge more. Privately, on WeChat, they'd pull all sorts of little tricks.
For instance, sending 18+ photos, dance videos… and so on.
Even after Jiang Beicheng had laid low for the past two or three months, technicians and KTV princesses were still sending him photos and videos.
As long as he showed up once, they could cash in big.
"Little Boss Jiang, still soaking your feet in salt water?"
"Little Boss Jiang, close your eyes."
"…"
The lights in the private room were turned off, replaced by starry ambiance lights. The music was set, and the sisters began their performance, serving Jiang Beicheng.
With eyes closed, it was a warm, gentle sensation gliding over his body.
With eyes open, it was two Medusas—one on the left, one on the right—entwining and dancing together.
To fully enjoy the comfort of this service, you absolutely couldn't move around. Just lie still.
If your hands started wandering, it signaled to the technicians that you were "impatient."
From there, their service style and attitude would shift dramatically. The standard procedures would be rushed, replaced with verbal teasing or clinging to you to add more hours and recharge funds—no real experience to speak of.
Just lie back and enjoy.
"Little Boss Jiang, have I improved?"
"Little Boss Jiang, let me massage your stomach."
Jiang Beicheng nodded with a smile. "You two are the treasures of this place now!"
"No way! The shop's been getting a lot of post-2000s girls lately. We're being sidelined. This month, we've only clocked 100 hours, but the shop assigned us 180. We can't finish it!"
"Little Boss Jiang, it's been ages since we hit our targets. The recharge quotas are so heavy too. We're working ourselves to death for them."
If you believed their sob stories, you'd have to be brain-dead.
It was normal for them to get squeezed by the boss if they didn't meet quotas. Many places now operated on a light-asset model, exploiting technicians.
But to say they weren't making money? Pure manipulation.
With a three or four percent commission, a single high-end session could net six or seven hundred per hour. Do the math for a hundred hours—compared to the shop's fines, it was pocket change.
"I saw there's an event going on in the lobby when I came in," Jiang Beicheng said.
Little Qiao perked up. "Little Boss Jiang, it's the fifth-anniversary celebration! Recharge 50,000, get 15,000 free."
Hearing Jiang Beicheng's tone, she knew he was about to recharge and immediately pitched the deal.
She didn't even bother mentioning the smaller recharge bonuses, going straight for the highest tier, knowing Jiang Beicheng's spending habits.
"That's pretty generous," Jiang Beicheng said with a smile.
"Thank you, Little Boss Jiang! You're the best!" Little Qiao massaged his head, leaning down to kiss his forehead.
She stayed in that position, letting Little Boss Jiang's nerves feel the softness of her "thunder."
"Yun thinks of garments, flowers think of beauty; the spring breeze brushes the railings, dew blooms richly. Little Boss Jiang, let's feel the music of the mountains and flowing waters together, lost in…"
Little Qiao began her signature move, enchanting Jiang Beicheng with her tender voice.
…
After the spa, Jiang Beicheng had the mamasan check his membership balance. Less than 2,000 remained. With Hai TangXi's beauty spa and essential oil spa, it definitely wouldn't be enough.
He recharged another 50,000.
The shop's fifth-anniversary promotion was quite sincere for big-spending clients, offering an extra 15,000.
"I told Manager Wu to credit the recharge to you two," Jiang Beicheng said.
"Little Boss Jiang, mua~"
"Little Boss Jiang, are you hungry?"
"Want to grab a late-night snack?"
Jiang Beicheng waved with a smile. "I've got a friend here today."
"Oh, alright. Little Boss Jiang, rest well. Call us!"
The sisters tugged at their low necklines, adjusted their safety shorts, slipped on their shoes, and clocked out.
Jiang Beicheng went downstairs to take a shower.
It was his habit—after physical contact with women at nightclubs or clubs, he'd always wash up thoroughly.
After the shower, he changed into clean clothes and headed to the buffet area.
Hai TangXi was already eating.
The seafood buffet here was pretty good, comparable to the 588-yuan seafood buffets outside.
But you had to book high-end services to enjoy it.
"This place is really nice. The environment, the vibe, the technicians' skills—all top-notch," Hai TangXi said with satisfaction. "I should bring my mom here for a beauty spa sometime!"
Jiang Beicheng: "I'll send you the contact. When you bring Aunt Zhou to have fun, just deduct it from my membership."
"I won't be polite with you!"
"Gotta butter up my future mother-in-law, right?" Jiang Beicheng teased.
Hai TangXi waved her fork at him playfully, pretending to threaten him.
"Cut it with those jokes!" Hai TangXi said, raising her wine glass to clink with Jiang Beicheng.
Note: she said "cut it," not "don't."
Jiang Beicheng smiled and clinked glasses with her.
Hai TangXi frowned after drinking. "Everything else is fine, but the wine's a bit lackluster."
"You like red wine?"
"It's alright. I drink a bit when I'm stuck on inspiration."
Jiang Beicheng: "There's a wine event at the Ritz-Carlton tomorrow night, a thank-you banquet for members hosted with Italy's Ragna Winery. Want to check it out?"
"Free wine? Count me in," Hai TangXi said with a laugh.
Her current vibe had a touch of girlish charm, a stark contrast to her usual poised, independent woman persona.
Both sides of her were incredibly attractive.
A natural charisma queen.
"Make sure you dress up nicely. Don't embarrass me when I bring you along," Jiang Beicheng teased.
Hai TangXi found the words familiar—weren't those the same ones she'd said when she dragged Jiang Beicheng shopping the other day?
This little punk was looking down on her now?
"Too stunning, and I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it," Hai TangXi said confidently.
Jiang Beicheng gave a faint smile. "So far, I haven't met a woman like that."