The Strongest Son-in-law: God-level Choice

"Oh, comfortable."

In the box, Ji Feng was lying on the soft bed, enjoying a massage from a technician with very good massage skills. He closed his eyes and enjoyed it very much.

It's really nice to have a massage before going to bed.

"Boss, do I have enough strength?" The technician who massaged Ji Feng was No. 8, and he looked quite handsome and had a good body in everything.

"The strength can be bigger." Ji Feng said.

"Okay, boss, boss, you are in such a good shape." Technician No. 8 praised, and at the same time, he deliberately stroked Ji Feng's thick biceps.

The movement is light, but it's a hint.

Of course Ji Feng understands!

Although this club is not as advanced as Sun Taikai's club, it has its own characteristics.

Of course, the technicians in charge of massage here are all very good looking and in good shape.

That kind of service exists.

What kind of service, a man knows.

Of course, the price is not cheap.

The owner of this store has a lot of brains in this kind of business. The guests who come to the clubhouse will inevitably have some needs sometimes, and some even bring friends specially.

What is the most relaxing and happiest thing about a man?

It's a physical thing, no doubt.

Therefore, each technician will have an active prompt when massaging the guest. If the guest is willing, he will naturally grasp this prompt and go further.

If not, the technician will not take the initiative.

Obviously, this No. 8 technician hopes that Ji Feng will have some ideas.

Ji Feng is very handsome, very young, and has a good figure. If he can do business with such a customer, he will not suffer.

It's just that Ji Feng is not interested.

He's not a person who sees a woman, and the sperm will go to his head.

Therefore, for this hint, it is just as if it does not know.

After more than an hour, it was finally the end of Ji Feng's massage.

"Boss, I'll go first. If you need anything, you can tell the people here directly. I'm No. 8."

Technician No. 8 was a little disappointed. She rarely took the initiative to do business with a customer. Although it was for money, like Ji Feng, she could make money without money.

"Well, I see." Ji Feng nodded.

After Technician No. 8 left, Ji Feng put on a bathrobe and prepared to take a shower first, and then went back to his room to rest and sleep for the night.

Just when Ji Feng just pushed open the box door and walked out.

At this time, the voice of a woman yelling came from the aisle.

"Are you blind? Can't you see me? Do you know how expensive my bag is?"

"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry. If it's dirty, I'll wash it for you for free."

"Wash? It's really a turtle, can I wash this bag?"

In the aisle, a young woman was yelling at a cleaning aunt.

The reason is that when the young woman came out of the box, she didn't pay attention, collided with the cleaning aunt, and the bag in her hand fell to the ground.

This is a club where men can come and women can come too.

Although some services are provided, this service will not be carried out in the box. If necessary, it will go directly to the guest's special rest room.

And the technicians here not only do that kind of business, but their massage skills are also very good, so many people come here specially for a comfortable massage.

The consumption level of this club is not low. Ordinary office workers will not be willing to come here. Generally, those who come here will have more or less identity.

It was the young woman who didn't pay attention, but now she is venting all her anger on a sweeping aunt.

This is normal. In her eyes, Aunt Sweeping is a servant, a servant without identity and dignity.

"Tell me, how do you solve this matter? I just bought this bag last week for 30,000 yuan." The young woman sneered.

"I'm really sorry, I really didn't mean it, I'm just a cleaner, you have a lot of people, don't have this experience with me." Aunt sweeper said.

She is not young, she has white hair on her head, and looks like she is almost sixty years old.

Although there are wrinkles on her face and years have left marks on her face, it can be vaguely guessed that when she was young, she was also a beautiful beauty.

"If you don't have the same knowledge as you, okay, I am a person with principles. If I wrap it on the ground, I won't use it again. 30,000 yuan, you give it to me, I will buy a new one, and this matter will pass. ' said the young woman.

"Thirty thousand dollars?"

After hearing this number, Aunt Sweeping's expression suddenly changed.

She is so old that she still works as a cleaner, not because her son bought a house and has to pay off the mortgage. There is a granddaughter at home, and the family has a lot of living expenses.

In order to relieve her son's pressure, she came out to work as a cleaner.

The salary given to her here is relatively high, and it is not far from home, so she only came here, a lot a month, but only 5,000 yuan.

With the compensation of 30,000 yuan, her salary for half a year will be gone.

The point is that the fault in this matter is really not on her.

"Girl, why do you need to know someone like me with your identity? Can you just let me go this time? I really didn't mean it. If you're really upset, I'll kowtow to you and apologize, okay?"

Aunt Sweeping was also anxious. She was working to reduce the burden on her son. If she paid 30,000 yuan, wouldn't it mean adding more trouble to her son.

Having said that, Aunt Sweeping is about to kneel.

The young woman was unmoved by it, and sneered: "Can your kowtow be worth 30,000 yuan? If you want to kowtow, just kowtow. If I'm satisfied, maybe I don't want 30,000 yuan."

Aunt Sweeping was about to kowtow, and when her knees softened, she was about to kneel down.

But halfway through kneeling, it felt like being held up.

Looking up, I saw a young man supporting her with his right hand, and he didn't let her kneel on the ground.

"Let someone of your mother's age kneel down for you without fear of being struck by lightning?" Ji Feng looked at the young woman and said coldly.

He really couldn't stand it anymore.

Although he doesn't like to be nosy, and this time the system has not released any optional tasks for him to manage.

But this kind of thing, as long as a person with a little conscience, can't justify it.

An aunt who looks to be in her 60s kneels down for you a little girl in her twenties.

Dare to accept this gift?

Aren't you afraid of being struck by lightning?

"Yo, do you like to meddle in your own business? I can't stand it any longer. You give the 30,000 yuan. If you give it, I won't bother her anymore." The young woman said coldly, unmoved.