RBCT Chapter 16 Going to get a foot massage
Chapter 16 Going to get a foot massage
After reporting his car purchase, Wang Defa noticed that Wang Guanxi didn't react much. After hesitating for a moment, he finally voiced his concerns:
"Edison Chen, to be honest, I've lived in Jiangcheng for so many years, delivering packages all over the place, and I really haven't found any industries worth investing in. What are we even investing in if we open an investment company in this small county?"
Wang Guanxi gripped the steering wheel, a smile playing on his lips, and answered in a relaxed tone:
"Defa, the way you're saying that shows a narrow perspective."
"I'm asking you, what is a diamond?"
"diamond?"
Wang Defa was taken aback by this unexpected question.
"A diamond is just... a very expensive stone."
"Yes, it's a stone."
Wang Guanxi nodded: "Essentially, diamonds are stones formed by carbon elements being pressed underground for hundreds of millions of years, and their composition is exactly the same as that of graphite and charcoal."
"But it's expensive," Wang Defa said.
Why is it so expensive?
Wang Defa thought for a moment: "Because it's...rare?"
"Rarity is one aspect, but the more important reason is that someone told the world that diamonds represent love, unwavering loyalty, and 'a diamond lasts forever.'"
Looking at Wang Defa, Wang Guanxi said, word by word, "Demand doesn't appear out of thin air; it's always created by people."
Wang Defa opened his mouth, then closed it again.
He felt that he recognized every single word Wang Guanxi said, but he couldn't quite understand it when they were put together.
"You mean...we're going to sell something like we sell diamonds?"
"You're half right."
"We need to create demand, not satisfy existing demand. The existing demand in Jiangcheng is only so big. Everyone is fighting over it, and it's all just a small piece of the pie. But if you can create new demand, the whole pie is yours."
Wang Defa was immediately impressed and couldn't help but give Wang Guanxi a thumbs up.
"Edison Chen, you're the best. Coming back from Shanghai really broadens your horizons. What you said, although I can't quite grasp it in my head, makes a lot of sense."
"So, what do we do next?"
After thinking for a moment, Wang Guanxi uttered three words.
"Go wash your feet."
"???"
. . . . . .
Led by Wang Defa, a local indigenous man, the two arrived at "Day and Night," the most upscale club in Jiangcheng.
"Day and Night Club, combining foot massage, massage, and karaoke, is definitely number one in Jiangcheng!"
This is how Wang Defa introduced it.
But when Wang Guanxi looked up at the "Day and Night" sign, he almost stopped in his tracks.
The so-called most upscale club had only half of its GG signboard missing, and the faded lights flickered on and off, a classic example of 20th-century aesthetics, and had absolutely nothing to do with the word "upscale".
The two entered the club, where the decor was even more outdated, with the wallpaper on the walls peeling off at the edges.
A young man in a black suit stood at the front desk, his hair slicked back and shiny. He immediately put on a smile when he saw the two of them come in.
"Good evening, bosses! How about a foot massage, a foot bath, or karaoke?"
"Wash your feet," Wang Guanxi said.
"Okay, okay, this way please." The young man stepped aside to lead the way, asking as he went, "We have private rooms and double rooms. Would you like to stay in one room or the other?"
"Together," Wang Guanxi said.
"Okay."
The two followed the boy through a corridor lined with closed doors on either side, each with a number on a sign.
The sandalwood scent in the air was stronger, mixed with a hint of smoke.
The boy pushed open a door at the end of the corridor: "This way, please, both of you."
The private room was small, about ten square meters, with two massage beds placed side by side and a small tea table in between.
A landscape painting was pasted on the wall, but the frame was crooked and no one straightened it.
An LED light was installed on the ceiling, emitting a stark white light.
Wang Guanxi glanced at it, said nothing, and went straight to the massage bed by the window to lie down.
Wang Defa then lay down on the bed next to him.
The boy picked up the walkie-talkie, said a few words, and then left.
Less than two minutes later, the door was pushed open.
Two women carried in a wooden bucket.
Steam rose from the wooden tub, and a few rose petals floated on the surface of the water, making it look quite authentic.
But the person carrying the wooden bucket didn't seem to fit the bill.
Both of them looked to be in their forties, with makeup thicker than a wall on their faces. When they smiled, the foundation cracked along their wrinkles, like parched earth.
This is what is commonly known as "caking powder".
They were wearing matching black V-neck short-sleeved work clothes, with super short skirts and high heels.
Good evening, both bosses.
The woman in front spoke, her voice hoarse, as if she had been smoking for twenty years.
"I am technician number 686, and I will be serving two bosses today."
As she spoke, she placed the wooden bucket on the ground, her movements as practiced as if she had done it thousands of times.
"I am technician number 388."
Wang Guanxi sat up and glanced at the two so-called top technicians.
Number 686, in his forties, still shows glimpses of his youthful appearance, but has been ravaged by time.
Her work clothes were stretched taut across her chest, but her cleavage was quite prominent.
The other technician, number 388, was slightly younger than number 686, but not much better.
If the top-tier technicians are of this quality, you can imagine how bad the other technicians are.
In the end, Wang Guanxi was forced to choose technician number 686 and technician number 388, Wang Defa.
The two technicians squatted down and began adding ingredients to the wooden bucket: salt, creamer, and some powder of unknown origin. After mixing it well, they put the two people's feet in.
The water temperature was just right, neither too hot nor too cold.
Wang Guanxi leaned back on the massage bed and closed his eyes.
Although the quality was a bit lacking, technician number 686's technique was still very professional. First, she soaked my feet, then massaged them, from the soles of my feet to my calves, from my calves to my knees, and from my knees to my thighs. The pressure was just right, and the acupoints were pressed quite accurately.
Wang Guanxi kept his eyes closed and didn't say a word.
On the bed next to him, Wang Defa was having his feet massaged by technician number 388, and he would occasionally steal a glance at Wang Guanxi.
He thought that Wang Guanxi would take this opportunity to chat with the technicians and learn about the club's operations. After all, if you're going to open an investment company, you have to do some research, right?
As it turned out, the person simply closed their eyes.
Wang Defa wanted to ask him, but seeing Wang Guanxi's "I'm enjoying myself" expression, he felt embarrassed to interrupt.
Technician number 388 noticed him constantly looking to the side and quietly asked, "Boss, is the pressure okay?"
"Okay, okay." Wang Defa quickly turned his head back.
The room fell silent, save for the soft sloshing of water in the wooden tub and the occasional sounds of two masseuses rubbing their feet.
Wang Guanxi didn't open his eyes or say a word from beginning to end.
An hour has passed.
After the massage, No. 686 wiped Wang Guanxi's feet, said "Take care, boss," and left with the wooden tub.
Number 388 also went out.
Wang Guanxi opened his eyes, sat up, and put on his shoes.
Wang Defa had also put on his shoes and stood to the side, looking at him with a puzzled expression.
"Edison Chen, why didn't you say anything just now? I thought you were going to ask about the club."