My staff is inhuman

Chapter 9; 200 in hand
Immediately, a strong sense of crisis came over him. Looking at the man in front of him whose head was constantly bleeding, Zhang Yi instinctively wanted to hide behind, but the man's hand was tightly gripping his wrist like an iron hoop.

"My head hurts!"

The man's face gradually approached Zhang Yi, and there was more and more blood on his head.

"Let go!"

Jasmine wanted to step forward to help, but was stopped by Zhang Yi's eyes. This man was very powerful, and he didn't dare to let Dai Moli do it rashly.

"Your headache is because you have been under too much pressure recently. Don't get excited, lie down first, and we will give you a massage to relieve the pain."

The man obviously hurt his head, and he was in a daze. After hearing Zhang Yi's words, he nodded dully.

"Sit down first, I'll get the tools."

"My head hurts, it hurts!!"

The man closed his eyes, instead of letting go, he squeezed tighter and tighter, which even made him feel a little painful.

Zhang Yi bit his lip and tried again: "Don't worry, it won't hurt later, you let go first, otherwise I won't give you a massage."

Seeing that the man ignored him, Zhang Yi could only look at Dai Moli.

"That... Jasmine, come and give this brother a head spa."

"Me!" Jasmine's eyes widened.

"Yes, don't be nervous, just do what you just did."

He remembered that the ice compress seemed to be able to relieve the pain, but he didn't know if it would work or not.

"Just now... oh, I got it." Jasmine finally understood after being in a daze for a while, "I'll go get ready."

As she spoke, she turned and ran upstairs in a hurry.

"Brother, relax, let me give you a shoulder first?"

Zhang Yi tentatively tried to pull out his hand, but he couldn't pull it out at all.

"Dengdengdeng..."

At this time, Dai Moli came down from upstairs holding a basin of water.

"I……"

She put the basin aside, looked at the man lying on the massage chair, not knowing what to do next.

"It's okay, come here however it is convenient for you!" Zhang Yi comforted from the side.

"Okay." Dai Moli looked at the man whose forehead was still bleeding, reached out to hold a handful of water, slowly approached his head, and spread her fingers.

"Tick tock..."

Bean-sized water droplets condensed into mung bean-sized ice beads, rolling down the man's forehead.

"Ah! Huhu..."

The man's chest heaved and he was panting heavily, but the hand holding Zhang Yi had already begun to relax.

Seeing the effect, Zhang Yi hurriedly signaled Jasmine to continue.

After receiving Zhang Yi's encouraging gaze, Jasmine also became bolder, concentrating on continuously sprinkled ice beads on the man's forehead.

Not long after, the temperature in the whole room seemed to drop a lot, and Zhang Yi even felt a little cold.

A flake of ice condensed from the tip of Jasmine's finger, and she pressed it on the man's forehead and slowly wiped it off. Gradually, the pain on the man's face began to recede.

The wrist that was tightly gripping Zhang Yi also began to let go slowly.

Zhang Yi hurriedly took the opportunity to withdraw his hand, stood aside, and put the other hand on the pendant on his chest.

Dai Moli pushed the ice piece with her fingers, and slowly pushed it along the man's forehead.

Then she dipped her fingers in the water basin, and the slender fingertips were covered with nail-like icicles. While avoiding the wound on the man's forehead, she gently scratched deeply along the man's hairline.

Although the technique is a bit clumsy, the process is very enjoyable.

Not long after, the man let out a snoring sound.

Dai Moli continued to massage seriously. After the whole process of ice compress, finger softness, and pat was completed, the man opened his eyes and looked at the reflection on the glass in front of him.

"Thank you, much more comfortable."

The man fumbled out a stack of thick bills from his pocket, then carefully pulled out two bills and placed them on the table.

"Are these enough?"

"Enough, welcome to come again next time."

Zhang Yi looked at the brightly colored banknotes on the table. The figure of 100 yuan on it seemed to never be offensive, but the premise was to ignore the four characters of Tiandi Bank on it.

"Although the technique is very amateurish, it is very effective in treating headaches."

The man unceremoniously pointed out Dai Moli's amateurishness, but he also gave him affirmation.

"For newbies, you have to train them slowly."

"your head?"

"Saved a little boy and got smashed."

"Oh, huh?"

Zhang Yi was taken aback for a moment.

"Let's go boss, next time I will bring my friends with me."

"Dingling, dingling..."

After the man opened the door and walked out, Zhang Yi looked at the two Ming notes in front of him, and was lost in thought for a while.

"What are you thinking?"

Dai Moli lay on the table, gently rubbing her sore little hands, seeing how hard it took to earn such a small amount of money, she suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

"A lot!" Zhang Yi turned his head, "When did you learn to massage?"

Zhang Yi looked at Dai Moli's technique just now, although it was clumsy, she did it one after another, not unconsciously, every step was a premeditated massage.

"I haven't learned it, but I often do facial SAP, and it's the same thing back and forth."

"If you are tired, go upstairs to rest. There is a small bedroom on the left upstairs, which can be used as your staff dormitory."

"Is there a bathtub?"

Zhang Yi glanced at Dai Moli: "There are toilets."

"Then I'll sleep in the bathroom."

Zhang Yi: "..."

It was very late, and Zhang Yi didn't have the habit of staying up late, so he locked the door, looked at the two Ming notes on the table, and reached out to take them.

But when his hand touched the Mingchao, the Mingchao turned into ashes in an instant.

"Gone??"

Zhang Yi blinked and looked at the ashes on the table.

Even if it's money, it's still money, so it's gone?
But he immediately thought of something, opened his hands, and tried to meditate on the account book.

The thick account book immediately appeared in Zhang Yi's hands out of thin air.

He opened the account book with expectant eyes, and as expected, his turnover on it had become 200.

"Sure enough, the so-called turnover is to earn money from these ghostly customers."

Turning to the next page, I found that under Dai Moli's information, the contribution rate has changed from 0 to 200.

It shows that this turnover was earned by Dai Moli.

With this 200 turnover, Zhang Yi will not be sleepy in an instant.

Holding the account book in his hand, he walked into the room and began to study it.

Many interesting props can be exchanged in the account book, most of which are used to deal with ghosts.

But there are also some very strange descriptions of things.

For example, the [Gong Bowl] mentioned above actually needs 2000 turnover points to redeem, but the description is very vague, only a simple sentence.

"This bowl is very heavy. Those who lift it sit on the altar, and those who can't lift it will be smashed into pieces."

It seems that starting from the line of [offering bowl], no matter how much I click on the rest of the items in the directory, there is no response.

This is like a threshold. Only when I pick up the offering bowl can I see the detailed information of the things below.

Zhang Yi flipped through the catalog and looked at it.

Looking at these magical props, this is more addictive than swiping your phone,
Until the next day, Zhang Yi rubbed his eyes, lying on the bed, he didn't know what time he fell asleep last night, and he glanced at the time and it was already noon.

Go to the bathroom door.

"Dong dong dong, are you awake? I want to go to the toilet."

"Crack!"

The bathroom door was opened, and Dai Moli came out from inside, leaned against the door, and stared at him pitifully: "I'm hungry!"

"I'll go downstairs and offer incense to you later."

After Zhang Yi finished speaking, he went into the bathroom.

After closing the door, letting go, and simply washing up, Zhang Yi took a deep breath and walked downstairs with Dai Moli.

When we got downstairs, Uncle Zeng was massaging a customer.

"Clap clap clap..."

Patting the guest's cheeks with both hands, the guest's expression was relaxed, and the chubby cheeks were kneaded repeatedly under Uncle Zeng's fingers, and the skin began to lubricate.

"Uncle Zeng."

Zhang Yi walked to the shrine, casually took out a stick of incense from the table, put it in his hand and lit it.

"Okay, I brought my girlfriend back so soon, hehe, you and your father have a common language on this point."

Uncle Zeng looked back at Dai Moli, then continued to squeeze the shoulders of the guests.

"Don't get me wrong, she is a new apprentice in our shop."

Zhang Yi raised the incense stick in his hand as he spoke: "This is Uncle Zeng, if you don't understand anything, you can ask him."

"Hello, Uncle Zeng, my name is Jasmine."

The guest lying on the massage chair raised his head and glanced at Dai Moli: "What do you know?"

"I'll do a spa."

"Oh, the spa is good, I'll come next time... click!"

Before he finished speaking, Uncle Zeng twisted his fingers, causing the guest to grin his teeth in pain.

"Your cervical spine is misaligned, lie down and don't move around."

"Oh oh oh!"

Now the customer became calm immediately, obediently lying on the massage chair without daring to move.

Uncle Zeng turned around and looked Dai Moli up and down: "Okay, someone just happens to help me share the burden."

Zhang Yi handed the incense to Dai Moli, and then walked to Uncle Zeng: "Uncle Zeng, how did my father die?".

"I don't know, he has been missing for four years, and I applied for him to be declared dead."

"Then, did he leave anything behind, such as a diary?"

"No more, it's all in the box."

"Oh!"

Zhang Yi lowered his head, looked at the guest who was enjoying with his eyes closed, couldn't help poking his face with his finger, and only put his hand down after making sure that the other's skin was soft and not dead.

"Uncle Zeng, who is my father?"

Uncle Zeng poured the essential oil into his hands: "Your father is the boss and I am an employee. I don't know who he is, but there is one person who knows."

"Who is it?"

Zhang Yi walked to Dai Moli's side, handed over the incense candle that was only one third of Dai Moli's hand, and put it in the incense burner in front of the shrine.

"Go out and turn left for 100 meters, go west, cross the road, there are two traffic lights, and the third door on the right hand side, there is a lady named Qing inside, she knows best."

"Sister Qing?"

"Yes, a widow who sings an opera. Your father will go to her when he is free. Sometimes he will go all night. She knows who your father is."

"Then have you seen her?" Zhang Yi's face was ugly.

"No, I also heard from your father. He often said that Mrs. Qing is a poor person,"

"jingle!"

Uncle Zeng hurried to the door, opened the door and poked his head out: "Hey, don't get me wrong, I'm not fighting, your father is quite conservative in this regard, don't fight..."

(End of this chapter)